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astraldemise · 1 year
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lullaby for a princess is still a fucking unreal song for someone to write about cartoon horses
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inkskinned · 7 months
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we heard that you were very disappointed in us both as a generation and specifically as a generation of women (emphasis yours), how we had let ourselves go and now we were slutty and ill-tempered and holding onto notions of feminism like "having a savings account" and "equality."
we were very sorry about it, we didn't realize. it is very hard for you, in your life, because your entire definition was centered around the word providing, and that's a really vague and undulating word. it is hard to be a provider. for your purposes, the word provider here can be defined as "having a job", although it sometimes also extends to "doing yard work", "grilling on occasion," and "knowing basic car anatomy."
we had to do some reading but we divided it out. do not worry. high-value women will fill in the rest of the gaps of your life - all those silly feminine things like doing the dishes. we didn't realize we had asked too much when we asked you to pick up after yourself. we did not realize you were rendered small and scared and crying about the possibility of doing the laundry. here is a joke to lighten the sentiment: a man that listens when you talk to him.
we heard about how we had fallen from glory and it sickened us and made us very, very sad. lindsey had to cut all her hair off and tara threw up. we lit one million candles and we are going to have a vigil about it tonight. all of the people in this world that you do not approve of are going to be there and we will all be in mourning colors because we have lost your respect which is of course the only thing that any of us were looking for.
we searched around our bedrooms and our closets and for some of us it took a while but we all found the pricetag that we were originally born with, the one that gave our listing offer, the one that smells like rot and pine needles. we were horrified because many of us had taken deductions and hadn't realized it. i had scraped my knees and decided to be a lesbian so they had to take my voicebox out so i could never call home again. janice had been with too many people overall so we had to put her into the big squisher that will hopefully collapse her walls so that when you're with her, you'll feel so big and powerful. it will be like you're conquering something instead of being close with someone.
we are all going to the funeral of feminism and we will tear at our bodies and fall over ourselves. we will invite you onstage for a live recording of your podcast about the occasional minor inconvenience of self-reflection. you will talk about how we have targeted you and made you feel the sweat slick down your back, and we will teach you basic self-defense out of solidarity.
do not worry, we are seeing to all the outliers. taylor asked to be taken seriously so we have shipped her off to prison. laura asked you to accept her femininity regardless of her presentation. you will be happy to hear all women are now and forever going to have to be small and thin and pretty and white and ablebodied and quiet and unassuming and ladylike, which is different than how society has previously told us to act.
i am going to have to shave off my jawline, which is a little masculine, and they are going to have to reshape my hands, which are very square and thick - all the work i've done with them has made their veins stand out, so we're just going to have to exsanguinate me. i am horrified to have been out in public like this.
we are going to sit around the campfire and we will talk about being weird little girls that made potions in pink teacups. we will talk about the first time we made a difference. we will talk about the private lives of crickets, and then, at the stroke of three in the morning (the witching hour, obviously) - we will all promptly shut up.
and this will be your beautiful world. this silence that spans every corner of every street and every zoom meeting and every alley. i do not think you'll notice at first - it will be the same as every television show and movie and book. we will all just simply sit there in our doll dresses and smile blithely at your advances and none of us will do you the dishonor of answering and none of us will appear to be in distress and none of us will nag you or make a fuss or get hysterical about it. it will just be quiet, and you will say finally, some peace for once! and we will smell of smoke and our teeth will be white and the next day will come.
tonight we are going to bury the last little bits of our humanity. you are not invited. it is going to be ugly.
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deathisararemercy · 1 year
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Love Languages
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Death x Reader Headcanons
A/N: I’m so tired and I need comfort and I’m craving physical affection right now which is weird since it’s my least favorite form of affection. So here are some Muerte x Reader love language headcanons.
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1. Acts of Service
You don’t have to say anything. Death can smell fear, discomfort, and even illness. If something’s wrong, he’ll ask you what’s up and find a way to make you more comfortable.
Whenever he’s not away at work, he’ll help with chores, and keep your place tidy and clean.
Traveling around since the beginning of time means that Muerte has had many different meals. He’ll cook you food and leave some extra if he’s gone for a while. He’s also the type to bring home interesting foods he’s found from the different places he’s been to. You get to try a lot of new (and ancient) foods with him around.
Tired? Offers to carry you bridal style or on his back.
Cold? Need comfort? Literally anything at all? His poncho is on you immediately.
Also, he will murder a man for you. He is ridiculously protective of you and your life. He knows you can die and that he has the ability to protect you. If you are in harm’s way, then he will go to the ends of the world to save you.
2. Receiving Gifts
See above point about food.
Muerte is a bit like a crow. He brings you shiny things that he finds while he’s working
At some point, he gets you your own poncho. It has little skulls embroidered in it.
You really scratch your head trying to figure out what to give him. He’s been around for forever, what could Death possibly want?
You know that whistle of his? If you consider yourself a musical person, you compose a full version of it. If you don’t, you work alongside a friend to compose a full version of it.
Listen, I just think that Muerte would like to have the eerie little major key tune he whistles turned into a lovely song you two can dance to.
Muerte honestly really just appreciates any and all gifts you give him.
Yes, he’s been around for ages, but the gifts you give him are special because they were given to him by you.
That being said, flowers aren’t the best gift idea because they tend to die quickly around him.
It’s the thought that counts.
3. Quality Time
Unfortunately, Muerte is a very busy immortal. He’s got a very important job.
But that just means you two make the most of the time he has when he’s off.
Alternatively, you start traveling with him.
Either way, you two are big on storytelling. You tell him about your day, he tells you about his.
He has ranted about a certain gato on multiple occasions.
For your sake and for his piece of mind, he teaches you how to fight and defend yourself with a weapon of your choice. (If that weapon happens to be your fists, he won’t say no. But he does want you to at least have a dagger on you.)
This also makes sparring with you a lot of fun. (He can and will say things that he knows will make you flustered, giving him the ability to knock you to the ground, pin you down, and give you a little kiss).
4. Words of Affirmation
It’s been said before, but Muerte loves giving and receiving praise.
He pulls you close and whispers all the things he loves about you in your ear. You wriggle a bit and laugh.
He gives you pet names in different languages (he knows all of them), explaining what they mean to you before using them.
He will remind you constantly that you are a handsome and/or beautiful being whose existence makes his own existence brighter.
Muerte will joke that it’s impressive you were able to get him to fall for you considering that he’s Death straight up. But, you realize, it’s the other way around.
Being Death means that not a lot of people like him.
He’s learned to use his frightful reputation to his advantage, making his existence a little more entertaining when souls realize he’s not a bad guy.
But hearing you tell him all the things you love about him, whether it’s his laugh, his gentleness, and especially his eyes (which so many people are scared of), makes his tail wag.
(Listen, you can’t tell me that everyone being terrified and/or hating you doesn’t take a hit on your self-esteem).
5. Physical Touch
Nose boops, nose boops, nose boops-
You have booped the snoot many times. He wrinkles his nose a bit, but he loves it really. He also boops your nose.
Death is the king of surprise hugs and cuddles. Early in your relationship, you screamed a bit every time his cold arms wrapped around you. The cold embrace of Death is, in fact, really freaking cold. But your surprised yelps were hilarious to Muerte, so he kept doing it.
But this only started a war where you’d see who could scare the other the most.
This means surprise hugs from behind, finding tickle spots, and in Muerte’s case, lifting you up from your seat and planting a large kiss on your forehead.
Muerte loves scritches behind his ear, even though he’d never admit it.
He plops his head on top of yours or in your lap when he wants attention.
Going out and about, Muerte always has an arm wrapped around you or a hand in yours.
He can't sleep (immortal things), but he will lay in bed wrapped around you protectively. It's a comforting sort of cold pressure he puts on you.
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balbigalum · 1 year
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Debt.
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When Reader has to go back to King's Landing after so many years the idea of seeing Aemond again fills her with dread, she doesn't like court but know courtesies are the best weapon a Lady can have. Still, Aemond wants pay back for his eye and he will get it.
(reader is the second daughter of rhaenyra, she took aemond's eye as kids, since she took something from him he has an urge to take something from her.)
Aemond/Reader Incest +18 Enemies to lovers if you squint Words: 4.9k
hey so i haven't written anything since i was 16 years old so if some of this doesn't make any sense, or aemond is too oc, or any comment or critique you have let me know. okay i picture reader to be a little bit like sansa in the sense that she really tries to use her manners to save herself but yeah
Your younger brother’s birthright had been questioned. That’s what you heard. You had an ill habit of sneaking around the long and empty halls of Dragonstone. Both the isle and the castle could feel so… void sometimes, so you found a way to pass the time while your older brother, and heir to the iron throne, and your younger brother, and heir to Driftmark, trained on their duties. Your feet felt cold against the stone floor while you listened, barefoot to not be heard, your mother wanted to fly all of you to King’s landing. She wanted to stand in front of the king herself. You felt dread take over you, the court of King’s landing had always felt so unwelcoming to you and your brothers, young Lucerys was too little to understand but you and Jacaerys knew better, “Bastards” People would whisper too often about you all. You didn’t need to guess why Lucery’s inheritance to Driftmark was being questioned, you knew. “Bastards”
Back in your bed, after the thrill of sneaking around had died when you heard the news, you tried to recall the last time you saw the rest of your family. It had been a grim occasion, the only type of occasion that seemed to be able to pull your family all together in one place, Lady Laena’s funeral. You remember Driftmark, and the casket, and Queen Alicent’s green dress and… You remember him. Aemond. You remember what he did and what you did. He had taken Vaghar from Rhaena and you had taken his eye.
It was not often you recalled the incident, he had called Lucerys a bastard and held him by the neck, Jace’s blade was on the floor by your feet and scaring Aemond seemed like the right thing to do. You had responsibility over your younger brother and your family name, you had to act. And you did. Untrained, what you had hoped to be just a threatening move turned out to be so much more. Prince Aemond Targaryen had lost his eye that night, and Queen Alicent had demanded yours to pay the debt. That was court to you, a black nest of vipers, always out to get you and your brothers, and now you had to go back.
The morning came damp and fresh like it always did on Dragonstone, your mother told you the news over breakfast. Luke looked worried but not enough to say anything, Rhaenyra assured him that she would talk in his name and that there was nothing to worry about. The journey was about three mornings by sea, and some five hours on dragonback, but only your mother took her dragon, she wanted to show she came on peaceful terms. You didn’t feel like joining your siblings and cousins during the trip, you spent more time staring at the sea than doing anything else. You liked the sea, and you liked to travel, you just didn’t like King’s Landing.
You looked over to Daemon, your stepfather, he dreaded court as much as you in some ways, the jesters never seemed to make him laugh and he thought courtesies foolish. You thought so too yet courtesies could be useful. He smiled at you and came closer “I don’t recall you getting seasick, darling, your lord grandfather wouldn’t like it,” he was playful, his violet eyes bright, he was trying to lift your mood. “Please don’t tell the Sea Snake, I could never bear the shame.” You said dramatically and he laughed, “It will be a short stay,” he assured you “We will talk with my brother and next thing you know we’ll be out of this shithole of a city.” You saw him walk away after that. You sighed, you already missed Dragonstone and you missed your dragon.
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Finally you could see the shore in the distance after some days. It was around mid-day when your mother came to you to see that you were ready for your arrival, you chose a fine silkdress in velaryion green, with some details on sea blue and gold. She had told you about her days on the Red Keep and how much she had loved her home, how much fun and enjoyment she had felt in that castle. She would often leave the grief out of her stories, even if you knew about it. She smiled at you, as soft as ever. She let you know that while Jace and Luke were expected at the throne room to discuss the politics of Luke’s inherence, your presence wasn’t as necessary. She looked hesitant at you, you knew she wanted you there next to your siblings, but she understood if you wanted to explore the keep or to keep to yourself in your chambers.
And you did, you had prepared yourself for court, wore a heavy necklace and put some colour in your face but at the last minute you couldn’t do it. You weren’t scared, you did not scare easily but you were unsure of how many friends you truly had among the court. How many of them thought of you as a bastard? How many disliked your mother or Daemon? You did not want to know. You stood in your room pacing around, you felt almost suffocated by the high walls of the keep. Your room back at Dragonstone had open walls that looked over the sea, so big your own Dragon could come to visit you sometimes, peering his curious eyes through the balcony. But now you were locked in. So you did what you did best, you took off your shoes and opened the door.
The Keep had been built by Maegor, as red and cruel as he was, you heard there were secret passages and halls and to be fair you wanted to see how true that was. Sneaking around was easy while most guards and nobles were at court, you did pass some Ladies and servants but none seemed to pay you any attention. Stairs, and long hallways, doors that were closed and some other that open small passages in between walls. Finally you arrived at some distant part of the castle, you couldn’t tell if it was the west side or maybe the east side, maybe the next door would take you to the Tower of The Hand, you couldn’t help but giggle a little over this, you were truly enjoying yourself.
You stood before a long hall, empty. Probably a forgotten part of the castle, you could see an arch that led to a library, maybe where the Maester spent most of his time, maybe the people of the court thought too high of themselves to pick up a book. Either way, you were having fun, so you made a run for it. Your long dress felt soft against your legs as you ran through the empty hall, you were laughing to yourself, this was much better than whatever was happening at the Throne Room, it almost felt like Dragonstone and then it didn’t.
You stopped all at once at the arch that led to the library. Your breathing was harsh and you still held your skirts in your hands, a shiver ran up your back and you held them even tighter. Aemond. Prince Aemond, your uncle, the “one eye” prince was sitting between the books. Why was he not at court? Doing whatever princes are supposed to do at court. It was too late to turn back and find a way back to your mother or to Daemon or to Jace or Luke or anybody, he saw you.
His lilac eye sized you up, like he could not believe it, the rest of his face did not show emotion. You stood still, trying to command your face to do the same. He dropped the book he was reading and finally broke the silence. “Lady Strong,” You dropped your skirts finally. “How odd to see you here.” He was mocking, a smirk on his lips. “Do not call me that.” “Or what?” He stood up. “You’ll take my other eye?” You looked away, you didn’t like thinking back to that night, something broke in your family that day and it was never the same after. He hummed. “What’s wrong my Lady?” He was coming closer now. “Can’t find your words?”
You finally found your strength and looked back to him. He was taller now, his hair was pearl and he dressed in black. “I don’t think it is proper to talk about such things,” Since you were at King’s Landing you might as well use the courtesies septas had tried to teach you so many times. “Uncle.” You added after a beat. He seemed to think for a second, “Such things?” “Yes, such things.” For a moment you thought he wanted to say something else but two guards doing their usual round walked by. You could feel his stare as you left following the guards, it burned your back, he did not move from where he stood at the door of the library.
By the time you came back your siblings and cousins were back too, they told you Luke’s inheritance was saved and that they have been betrothed to each other. You congratulated them, it was a good match after all, the people you loved with the people you loved. When you asked where your parents were at they finally let you in the bloody details about what happened to Vaemond Velaryon at the hands of Daemon and how they had to talk some things out with the King himself about it. You thought about whenever you should get a sword too, maybe one day when your mother sat the throne you would get one, that was the only way to face the nobles of the court and their accusations. You kept your encounter with Aemond to yourself and made a note to at least carry a small blade next time you left your room.
A dinner was planned, hosted by the King himself. You sat next to Lucerys who sat next to Rhaena, Aegon had found his place to your right and in front of you, against your own desires, sat Aemond. You would not be intimidated by him, not in a room surrounded by your family, yet his presence was too strong to ignore. You could feel him looking at you through the night but you didn’t let him intimidate you, you stared back. You could read anger all over his face, and something else you could not tell. You weren’t the Ladies of the court, you were a dragonrider and a Targaryen by your mother, you were not scared of a mauled face. You held his gaze and used the opportunity to study his face. He had grown as much as you did, his features were sharper and his skin pale, everything about him was pale. Your eyes wandered up and down him, his long hair, his arms holding a cup, his hands with long and pale fingers. You wondered if years of sword training had made them rough... And then the servants put a plate in front of him, roasted pork and he turned to anger. His hands put down the cup he was drinking from harshly against the table as he stood up, you looked at Lucerys as he smiled, this was his idea. You kicked him under the table as Aemond picked up the cup again to speak. You wanted to tell Luke that this was not a good idea, that the people of King’s landing had no humour, including their own kin, but Aemond spoke first.
“Final tribute...” The music stopped. “To the health of my nephews and niece, each one of them handsome, wise,” He made a pause while the promise of a smirk played on his lips, you swallowed. “Strong... Come let us drain our cups to these strong heirs.” Jace stood up harshly, his hands fisted to his sides, he wanted to fight, the tension was too high to bear, before Jace could speak you stood up too.
“A dance?” You said, looking at Aemond. All the eyes in the room shifted to you, you were not going to allow these people to think the worst of you and your brothers. You walked closer to Aemond and offered him your hand. “A dance, uncle?” You repeated while you gestured to the band to play again. Aemond seemed intrigued, he knew he was provoking your brothers but he didn’t expect this response. He took your hand and led you to the empty side of the room where you could dance, Jace did the same with Helaena.
He knew the moves but felt stiff, as if he had been taught the technique but never tried it himself. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking above you, scanning the room probably, seeing what your brothers might do. His hands held your waist and your own hand tightly, you wondered if he could tell how harsh he was being. To answer your own question, his hand actually felt soft and cold, he shifted the one on your waist and that was when he finally bothered to look down at you. “What is this? A dagger?” He knew the answer, he was just letting you know that he knew. “Yes,” You said. “Who were you planning on using it on this time?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eye was back at the table while you danced. “Nobody, it’s for protection. I don't know this place.” You explained, your gut felt knotted, he was referring to the incident again. Had he truly never gotten over it? Or was he just holding it above your head, knowing how uncomfortable it made you? “Well... I guess you already know how to use it, would love to see you try to get a sword out with this butter knife of yours.” You looked away this time, it was hard to keep your head up with his cutting words.
The night had ended in tension, nothing big enough to worry about, nothing your family wasn’t used to. You excused yourself to your chambers as soon as you could, yes, you had stopped Jace and Aemond from ripping each other’s throat, but dancing with Aemond had left a bitter taste on your tongue. You felt guilty about his eye, you never stopped feeling guilty after that night so many years ago but you couldn’t find yourself feeling bad for him. His mother had tried to take yours, she had hurt your own mother, Aemond had called your little brother a bastard and then called all of you bastards in front of the King himself. He had taken Vaghar. He was poisonous like Queen Alicent. You lay on your bed with the blade in your hand, twisting it around, sleep came to you late and dreamless, you could still feel the ghost of Aemond’s hands on you.
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You didn’t see Aemond after that dinner, you stayed in your room and sometimes visited your grandfather at his bed. He was growing sicker everyday, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. Sometimes the Queen Alicent would come by, she would help her husband and maybe compliment your dress. She looked tense, you wondered if it had to do with your mother’s presence in the castle or if that had been her natural state since Laena’s funeral. Some nights you’d overstay at your grandfather’s room while he slept, looking through his books and the small built of Old Valyria he had on the tables. Once when you were going back to your room you swore you saw prince Aegon being dragged by two guards in the dead of night, he looked drunk.
Tonight was one of those nights when you stayed with the King even when he slept. The doors of the room opened and Queen Alicent entered the room. “Princess... I didn’t see you,” She said. “Your grace.” You replied. “Sweet child shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” You nodded but didn’t move from your spot reading the spine of the books on Visery’s shelf. “So you should go,” She said, you finally looked at her... Gods she looked nervous. You nodded again. “Goodnight, Your Grace.” You smiled at her, you tried to make it a warm smile and she smiled back, tense.
You closed the door behind you and saw Ser Criston Cole and Aemond standing by, probably guarding the Queen. “Princess,” Ser Criston said but you were looking at Aemond, he looked... Angry? He was hard to read but he seemed more uneasy than normal, his right hand was fidgeting with the handle of his sword. He didn’t acknowledge you, you nodded at Ser Criston and started making your way back to your room.
You were walking through the darkness of the Keep, illuminated by small flames along the walls when you heard him. “Riña,” Aemond was following you, you quickened your pace. You could hear his heavy boots echo across the halls. What did he want? Why couldn’t he just let it go? “Ao enkagon iā gēlȳn” Your high valyrian wasn’t as sharp as it should be, you felt cold sweat in the back of your neck, you only understood one word: Debt. You couldn’t handle it anymore you started running, you swear you could hear his laugh, loud in your ears, he sounded nothing like the composed prince he was known as. You ran and you ran until you finally reached your room. You closed the door behind you, breathing heavily, you leaned against it, you couldn’t take your hand off the handle, you were scared if you did he would open the door. You stayed like that for a while. Listening. Trying to figure out if he was out there. Your heart hammering away in your chest. Debt. Debt. Debt.
You awoke with your back against the door, body sore and cold from sleeping on the floor all night. You had a bitter taste in your mouth and could still feel some sweat clinging to your back. Have you had a nightmare? Were your memories of Aemond torment true? Suddenly you felt like a fool, was Aemond really chasing you through the halls? That couldn’t be, right? Were you losing your mind with every passing second in the Red Keep? The strength of every ghost dead by the hands of a Targaryen finally coming for you? Was this how the madness started?
You felt an urge to pray, to the Mother or the Warrior for protection, maybe to the old gods even – but you knew better, you were a Targaryen by blood and heart, there were no gods in the sky, only dragons. Your heart felt heavy with sorrow, oh how you missed your dragon.
You didn’t leave your room much after that, your mother had decided to extend your stay at King’s Landing to get accustomed to her own future Queenly tasks. With your grandfather so ill it was a matter of time before her ascent to the throne. You did not want to worry her in such times, some nights you thought maybe of telling her... No, begging her to take you to Dragonstone on dragonback, just a couple of hours and you’d be home or even better you could bring your own dragon back to King’s Landing and things would be easier.
It was one of those mornings when you debated what to ask your mother for when you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t know when was the last time you’ve seen a person besides that one servant that brought you food. You crawled out to bed and opened it. Aemond. “Princess,” He spoke before you could close the door. “Your mother has grown worried about your absence, she originally commanded Aegon to accompany you on a walk... Yet it seems like he has lost himself somewhere,” He didn’t look happy about it. “So it’s up to me to attend his duties.” He commanded a servant that was standing in the hall. “Wash her. Get the Princess ready, her mother commands.” It was clear he did not care what you thought about any of this.
The servant girl kept quiet while she helped you and you were thankful for that. She helped you into a deep red velvet dress with black detailing, a ruby in the center of the neckline. When the door opened again Aemond was waiting for you as collected as ever. The promise of sunshine sounded nice but some dread found its way to your stomach. You tried to ignore it as Aemond offered you his arm. He was wearing all back again and his long sword rested on his hip.
You two walked for some time in silence through the garden, the birds were out and it felt nice. Your mother was right, you needed this. After some time you felt less tense, Aemond was known as a gentleman, the memories of him chasing you seemed to align more to a bad dream rather than a true event, you tighten your grip in his arm. “Tell me something, Uncle. You’re always reading, right? Tell me something you read about.” You said softly, enjoying the morning. He let out a small grunt. “I’m here to keep you company, not to talk” You pursed your lips. “Please?” You asked, voice small, he tensed under your touch, when you looked up to him he was already looking at you, an expression you couldn’t recognize. “You—” He took a harsh breath and grabbed you by the arms. “Who do you think you are?” He seemed puzzled... and mad. “I’m sorry, uncle, I didn’t mean to nag you, I just wanted—” “You want. You want. You always want and you take, don’t you? You’re a spoiled brat that always gets what she wants aren’t you?” You shook your head, you didn't mean it that way, and he was grabbing you so hard. “No, no, I’m sorry.”
He dragged you towards a hall and into a small room filled with books and herbs, a small table, it was an apothecary probably a place where the Maester worked. He threw you in and closed the door. He was pacing around like a locked animal, you didn’t know what to say. “Aemond...” You just wanted to go back to your room. He grabbed you by the jaw, not as harsh, and locked his eye with you. Lilac and menacing. “There is a debt to be paid,” He said, so it wasn’t a nightmare. Here before you stood Aemond, his composture lost, talking about a debt, talking about his eye. “And you will pay it, if I can’t take your eye then I will take something else.” You shook your head, he used his other hand to grab you by the back of your head. You were tired and he was hurting you. “You owe a debt.” Again. And Again. “Look at what you did.” Until he was yelling it to your face, he ripped the patch that covered his scarred eye. A saphire in its place, and that’s when it sinked. He didn’t know it was an accident. “I’m sorry,” you said but it sounded like a whimper. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” You closed your eyes and you felt the sting of tears. “It was an accident, the knife wasn’t mine it was Jace’s, I was only trying to scare you, Aemond, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” You realize you had never apologized, not even explained yourself, you had told your own mother the story but never Aemond, all these years he thought you had wanted to hurt him. “No,” He said. You nodded. “I’m sorry, Aemond, I wish I could make it better.” You touched his face softly, your thumb brushing his scar lightly. He leaned into the touch. “You don’t mean that.” He said, sounding like a kid again, vulnerable. “Yes I do, Aemond.”
And he kissed you.
He kissed you deeply like no man had ever kissed you. He pressed you against him. “You are going to make it better,” He said against your lips, you let out a small noise, confused. “You’ll show me how much you mean it, how sorry you are.” He kissed you again and his hands started to explore you, your back and your waist, his long pale fingers all over you. He kissed your jaw and he was surprisingly gentle about it. “Aemond, please you shouldn—” “Don’t speak.” He said sharply and turned you around, your hands on the small table helping you support yourself. He held you by the waist, you could feel his weight on your back keeping you there, his breath warm on the back of your neck. “There is a debt to be paid, and you’ll pay it,” He kissed your neck. He breathed you in softly, again the gentleman in him showing through. “You’re beautiful,” He said, it sounded like he was talking to himself like maybe you were not supposed to hear. “You come back, after all this time, and you are beautiful.” He sighed and let his forehead rest against the back of your neck as he hiked your skirts up. You felt warm as if sunlight was bathing you, his touch was gentle, as gentle as he could be. You didn’t know what to reply or even if you were supposed to do so. Blindly you looked for his hand until you found it on your hip, you held it to your mouth and kissed his knuckles. He took a breath in. “Let me have you and there will be no debt left.” He said as you heard the clanking of his belt and the loud thud of his sword hitting the ground.
One of his hands, that always felt cold, found your core between your legs, you could feel your own shoulders shaking as his finger slid between your folds. “Uncle,” You didn’t mean to gasp so loudly but you were not used to this treatment. He shushed you. “Stay still,” He slowly rubbed you while he kissed your shoulder and neck. Your heart rate started to pick up until your skin felt hot. “That’s it.” He said as he slipped one of his fingers in, you whined. “Aemond,” You sounded like you were begging, you weren’t sure what for, he hummed behind you. “You sound so pretty.” He commented and one finger turned to two, his other hand groped at your chest, wherever he could, you felt like you were tingling, wet and desperate.
He took his fingers out of you. “Aemond, I—” You gasped, you couldn’t help yourself. “Is this what you want?” He asked and you shook your head no remembering what he had told you in the garden, you are not a spoiled brat, you closed your eyes and tried to still your breathing. “You do want.” He said again and it wasn’t a question this time. “It’s alright to want.” He said “It’s alright to want me” And you did. You wanted him. “You,” You said and your voice sounded foreign in your own ears, you’d never sounded this way before. “Please, you.” You told him.
He entered you slowly while holding your hips, he groaned and you whimpered. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, the pace was satisfying you in ways you didn’t know you needed. Small sounds escaping your lips as he trusted in and out of you, your maidenhood was his now, the debt had been paid, yet you desired to stay like this always. “Aemond,” You whined his name as his hand snaked around you to touch your cunt, he kept kissing whichever part of you the dress allowed him to. “Your honour won’t be tainted,” He said, his breathing heavy. “I won’t tell, nobody has to know.” His hand was moving faster and he was getting rougher, a new sensation formed in the pit of your stomach, bliss was invading your veins and you could tell it was invading his too. His pace was quicker and sloppier. “I won’t let them humiliate you, I- I’ll take you as my wife,” A groan interrupted him. “Please, let me take you as my wife.” “Aemond...” You whined high pitched. “Aemond I feel—” He fucked into you harder and you felt how your stomach bursted into a thousand dragonflies, you moaned his name and you could feel him holding you even thigher, fucking into you harder and harder until his own orgasm hit.
You stayed tangled together catching your breath. You turned around and buried your head in the croak of his neck, now you were breathing him in. He smelled woody and like mint leaves, you left a small kiss on his neck. “I meant it,” He said finally. “I’ll ask for your hand in marriage, you won’t have to face any shame. And if you don’t want... me, I won’t tell about this.” You shook your head from the spot in his neck and you heard him say “Oh.” Disappointment and guilt creeping up his back. “You come with me,” You said. “To Dragonstone. You, me, Vaghar, and Myrax... We could live away from all of this.” You knew the high lords and ladies weren’t kind to him either. “We could fly east, see the wonders across the narrow sea.” You said looking at him, really looking at him, not at the one-eye prince, looking at Aemond.
He hummed as he often did, you noticed, and gave you a small smile. “I have so much to learn from you, don’t I?” He asked you playfully. “My Lady Strong?” He smiled, a real smile.
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theresawritesstuff · 9 months
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Maisel Prompt: “Today I feel like running naked through your street To get your attention”
Dear Lenny, 
I know I said calling wasn't something we do last time we ran into one another, but I've been thinking about you lately so I thought we could give letters a go. See how it feels. If I don't hear back from you then I'll have my answer…
So. Who's got gout?
All clear here on the eastern front in that respect.
But in all seriousness, I hope you're well. That all is really, truly well, and that California has been treating you kindly. 
I imagine there's a certain lucky little girl who is very happy to have you there with her. Has your social calendar been completely booked with fancy tea parties and trips to the beach? Busy taking peanut butter and jelly picnics in the park? You're shaking your head at me I'm sure, but if you ever find yourself in need a proper hat for just such an occasion, I have more than any reasonable person should stashed away in my closet. I'm sure I could spare one for the cause. 
Or perhaps I'm being presumptuous to assume there isn't someone on the west coast you could more easily borrow from. Someone else who's turned your head since you left?
I've been working again. Thought you might like to know. By day I'm the resident lady writer for the Gordon Ford Show. If one of my jokes ever actually makes it to air, maybe we can make an exception on the no calling thing just so we can marvel at the miracle.
I wish I could say it's a dream gig, but it's been an uphill battle in stilettos getting any of the other writers to take me seriously. The pay keeps the lights on, though, so I'll keep at it for now. On top of that, Susie has me working the club circuit around town almost every night. No need to worry about me hiding away at 30 Rock. I learned my lesson on that front. I'm taking every gig that comes my way. And a few of the ones that don't. It's been daunting getting back out there, but I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.
Can't have Lenny Bruce walking around brokenhearted. 
I'm sorry for letting you down before. You've always been one of the few people who have believed in me through all this, who have gone the extra mile to give me a leg up, to help me over the roadblocks. Even the ones I put in front of myself.
You always saw me better than anyone else. Even me. I find myself wondering what it might take to turn your head my way again after such a royal fuckup.
Some days I think about packing a box full of every poster and billing with my name on it from the last few months and shipping it off to your house, just to show I listened and took your words to heart. 
Others nights I look at the phone on my nightstand and contemplate the time difference until I fall asleep.
There's been a few times I have considered walking right over to Gordon's desk on air just to tell you hello into the camera or tell a joke you might actually laugh at, but that would lose me the nice paycheck I've come to like so much.
Today I feel like running naked through your street just to get your attention, but given there's a child also living at your place of residence perhaps that would be ill advised. 
I'll refrain from purchasing any airfare for the purposes of streaking, if only to save you the hassle of having to explain to your daughter how you know the naked crazy lady.
New York has been awful lonely without you. I ran into Peluso at the diner the other night. He's absolutely beside himself with grief from missing you.
But we understand there's someone out there who needs you more. And that's a very brave thing to show up for her. Be there for her. I know I always felt better when you showed up for me.
Thank you, by the way for always showing up when I needed someone. When I needed you.
You have always been sensational in that regard, as you are in many, many others.
I'll never look at blue walls the same way ever again.
Try not to burn in the sun, oh creature of the night.
All the best,
Midge 
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sweetheartsaku · 1 year
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—ot5 txt ; 2023's first kiss!! [ new years special ]
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a/n: [fem!reader] a little ooc? happy new year all!! i luv all of u sm<33 wishing the best for all this year <33 tysm for the support this 2022 !!,! also,, this is non!idol & anata means darling in japanese,, mentioned in yeonjun's & gyu's part <3 enjoy mlssss
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after waking up from a warm, slumbersome sleep, picking up your phone you checked the time. 31st December. 31ST OF DECEMBER/?? ohmygoshohmygosh well,, its still 5;03..
and coincidentally a text message appeared.. from [ random member of your choice! ] politely inviting you and your partner to go on a 2023 firework show picnic with the rest of the members.
yeonjun yeonjun woke up first for this one !
yeonjun woke up first with an arm stuck onto his shirt. 'junnie where are you goinggg' 'you need to get up too yn, we're having a new years picnic, there's gonna be most of our friends, there's even fireworks.' he said in a still sleepy state. 'cmon yn, can you wash up? for me? take your time though, okay?' 'mkay..' you groaned.
getting out of bed, you did you best to muster up an adorable fit, as you walked out you asked yeonjun 'is this okay? or is it too reveali-' 'don't worry anata, I can fight.' 'apart from the fact you look phenomenal, i packed a bunch of snacks and drinks and made breakfast, at the table.' he kissed your cheek.
'not even on the lips?' 'no anata, we have to save it till later, but don't worry; past the fireworks ill pamper you with all the kisses you'd like.
he never fails to make my heart flutter, its like I fall in love all over again every time he's around. its kinda like I have a crush on my boyfriend.. isn't that what a relationship is th-
'baby, you dropped a strawberry on your phone-' 'a- ah.'
time skip till the firework show !
as they all gathered at the picnic spot, there was a chill breeze which caused you to face your boyfriend and share a small eye smile and he blushed at the sight of it. you might as well be the death him.
the fireworks shot in a range of colours as chatter died down and active again over every firework. mostly everyone pulled out there phones, you and yeonjun just wanted to feel each others blessed precense and enjoy each other on the night of occasion
hand on your thigh, he softly spoke; 'aren't the fireworks beautiful?' 'of course yeonnie,, not as beautiful as youuu!!' he chuckled at your compliment and thought; 'nothing can even compare to you in the first place.'
soobin
instinctly, you delicatley poked your boyfriend's side as he groaned out of annoyance. 'soob.' 'soooooobie' 'bae? ew thats cringe.' 'WAKEYWAKEY' you whisper scream under your breath. 'yes my love what is itttttt' 'we're having a new years firework show picnic with your homies and some of my friends' he sighed, and got up. as he was about to press a kiss to your forehead, you gently pushed him away. 'my love?' 'we need to save the kiss for lateerr! at the picnic' he was a little dissapointed, ( and sulked ) he understood and admitted defeat.
as you were washing the dishes to plate the fruit you and soobin have cut up, his hands slumped around your torso; your heart couldnt help but skip at his modest giggle right after.
'pretty boy, why don't you clean up before traffic builds up instead of distracting me with that adorable giggle of yours?'
'mkay sweetheart, whatever you say.'
time skip to the fireworks show !
sitting down at the picnic blanket, you fiddled with soobin's hands and humming magnolia, by laufey. ( laufey listeners hmu )
suddenly, a singular firework blew, and one by one, it was a whole performance.
'soob, the fireworks are gorgeous!!!' 'not as gorgeous as you..' he whispered under his breath, as he stared at you in awe of the fireworks, thinking.. 'how could I have been able to find a person like them..' the thought of it flustered him. you noticed his staring and said, 'whats up? something on my face?' yeah.. my lips
he settled his lips on yours, as you melted into his touch. you could feel little smiles as his warm breath kissed your face.
beomgyu
letting out a yawn out of shock, you swiftly got out of bed, except with your lover latched onto you. his hair was a little wet from his late night shower yesterday and it was adorable <3 'gyu..' 'gyuu?' responding in whines, he honestly just wanted cuddles. you slowly went down to his level and softly spoke, 'gyu, its new years.. and we've been invited to a firework show by [ member ].' 'oh.. so your just saying no more cuddles?' 'and yes gyu, no kisses till midnight too ;D' he just responded in whine and complaint.
after you two showered, you went out to the stores to buy some drinks and BOY you must've went bankrupt. the hassle with the apple orange juice issue, not having an eski and even just getting the coin into the gawdamn coin socket for a trolley. you and beomgyu may be an iconic couple, but you didn't think choosing orange and apple juice was gonna be your biggest issue, till you guys just settled on buying both.
time skip till firework show !
'gyuuu!! look its a bear firework!! it looks like you too!' he boyishly laughed at your remark, as he fiddled with a small box in his hand. 'yes yn, it does.' he whispered to yeonjun, as he got up and reached his arm out. 'anata anata, will you come with me for a second?' 'yes of course gyu! why?' 'just come.' ( y'all lucky I didnt write that he retracted his hand )
he pulled you aside to a tree with fairy lights & your favourite flower petals sprinkled all over this luscious green grass that tickled your ankles; and he got down on one knee. saying, 'y/n l/n, were too young to get married; and I swear we will soon, your the light of my life, my first and last, the most imperfect perfect person I've met, and I promise,, we will be together till someone counts all the atoms on earth, grains of sand in the beach, stars in the sky and the love in my heart. y/n l/n, do you pinky promise to make me the happiest man alive and be with me forever?' he opened a box with a necklace engraved with his and your names, for you each. he revealed his pinky and spoke, 'pinky promise?' 'pinky promise.'
the fireworks behind the pair died down, till 2 lovers shared a kiss underneath the subtle moonlight.
taehyun I imagine taehyun waking up first too tbh
'tae.' 'taeeeeeee' 'my love?' as you shook him softly. he faintly groaned, 'yes my sweetheart?' with his hand over his eyes. 'today is literally the last hours of 2022.' 'what.' 'YES!! and [ member ] invited us to a firework picnic thingy majiggy and we have nothing prepared!!1' 'okokok,, when did they say the picnic was?' 'oe. ill ask them.'
'they replied to be there at around 5 because the fireworks start at 9 and there's gonna be traffic n stuff. they recommended tram to avoid traffic; wanna go on tram or car?' '..tram.'
after you both showered, you decided to bake cookies together, handmade with love, deciding to put your all into the last cookies of 2022.
after giggling and getting a little messy with the batter and chocolate chips, the oven pinged as your boyfriend reach out to grab them ( with mittens dw guys ) he sighed in relief. you delicately shifted his light rose hair out of the way as he blew on the cookies. after decorating, you went to take a shower.
time skip till the firework show !
as you sat on the picnic blanket with his arm around your waist, you conversed with the other members and your friends,, until the first firework blew. you stared in awe, lips slightly agape.
the fireworks went on and on till you found yourself and taehyun standing next to each other, pinkies interwined.
'will you share our last kiss of 2022 with me, y/n l/n?' 'OF COURSE!!!' and he placed a tender, loving kiss onto your lips as the fireworks behind you quietened.
kai - WARNING VERY OOC [sob]
'kai' 'kai??' 'OMG UR MOLANG FE-' 'AAAUAUAUHHGS WHERE?/?//?' 'hehehe made you wake up' 'are you for real right now.' 'whats real is that we have hours we can count on our fingers till the end of 2022.' 'oh.' 'we also have to prep for a firework show picnic with the guys.. LAST ONE TO GET TO THE SHOWER IS A ROTTEN E-'
as you finished cleaning up, you and kai went out to the local market to buy some snacks!! 'yn is it safe if I go in the trolley' 'dunno beb, just try it we'll see the security's reaction' you guys rode around the store and picked out some chips and soft drinks for the picnic!
getting home, you began to unpack the groceries and put them in a basket. kai sat down and stared at you unpack the goodies and blurted out; 'yourlipslookverykissable.' you chuckled at his statement and replied, 'darling don't you wanna save the kiss till tonight?' 'mmm.. no but for you I will.'
time skip till the firework show !
you sat down with your lover, just enjoying the aura and the stunning, unique fireworks
'YN LOOK THERES A PENGUIN FI-' 'WHERE' as you turned to face his direction; 'right here m'lady.' his slender fingers lifted up your chin and said, 'now can I get that kiss?' a firework blew as you were still processing what just happened. 'y'know what ill take that as a yes.'
his lips smashed pressed onto yours gently, as the lake beside you glimmered from the twinkling stars in the sky.
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figsandphiltatos · 6 months
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wip whenever
i was tagged by the incredible @johaerys-writes
tagging all the folks i usually do, no pressure! @dearestaeneas @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie
listen y'all if we're lucky emily wilson will knock some sense into me and i'll start writing actual shit again soon, but for now have new dc comics oc lmao
"What you're doing is dangerous. You understand the risks, right?" 
Silas gave the strange man-beast in front of him a withering glare. He was a living dead abomination—he wasn't worried about a little danger. The threat Elijah posed to him should he be found out was not nearly as abstract as this creature might have thought. Silas had fought Elijah on several occasions. The outcome had never been better than a quick-to-heal black eye and tepid congratulations on his progress. He knew that if he was found out, he would not win.
"I do." He spoke through bared teeth. Working with these children did not feel right. One of them, positioned near the back and wearing a mostly blue suit, was a Bat. Silas had seen them swinging through Gotham. He had caught them snooping through the Court's old headquarters. They were the enemy. 
And yet, Elijah was growing more erratic by the day. Silas didn't want to put his brother at risk, but he needed help. Silas had read about transformations like these in old logs and journals of Grandmasters and Judges; Worsening Electrum dependency, mercurial moods, a lack of obedience even to the Court, all these things had been observed in Talons before. Electrum slowly ate away at their humanity while the grueling cycle of hibernation and rebirth wore on their sanity until they were nothing but a violent shell. Perhaps an alliance with the Bats—With the Wayne Family—would save Elijah from the same fate. He would understand, when it came time to tell him. And if he didn't, it wasn't as if he could do worse than he'd already threatened. But Silas was doing this for him. 
"Good," The strange beast with whom he was brokering a deal nodded its head. Despite its immense size, its odd proportions and scratchy voice gave the distinct impression that Silas was speaking with another adolescent. The rest of the team were children, too. Bluejay, who Silas had been first to meet, was only a few years older than him.
The beast held out something for Silas to take. His hands—much to Silas' relief—were not hoof-like in shape or texture, though they were rough and ashen gray. The object was only the size of the creature's relatively large palm, and Silas squinted down at it. What exactly it was was hard to say. It appeared, at first glance, to be an impossibly smooth, rectangular black stone. It seemed to him to be a strange offering, but perhaps this was custom in the future to which he still felt so ill-adjusted. Or perhaps it was a common tradition of horsemen—of whom Silas had only ever met this one. Either way, it felt rude not to accept. 
It was cool to the touch, and no thicker than a quarter inch. Its surface was a sleek black on both sides, but was clearly constructed from metal on one side and not the other. So, not a stone. Still Silas couldn't piece together what it might have been. The metallic half was the only stretch of black interrupted, with a square piece of glass covering some small piece of metal, or something too alike it to be told apart when it was so small. 
"If you find something, or need our help, contact us." The horseman spoke with an earnestness that washed over Silas. He looked up from his examination, awkwardly holding the gift—just slightly too large for him to comfortably wrap his fist around—by his side. "I'm Taurinus, by the way, but you can call me Polk." 
A nervous ripple passed over his teammates. Some shifted from foot to foot, one clad in black and red with intersecting lightning bolts on his chest made a motion with his hands so quickly they blurred in Silas' vision. A girl with long black hair stepped forward, as if to interrupt, but seemed to think better of it.
"I am Talon." Silas said, words slow and deliberate. 
"You’ve gotta have an actual, real name." Bluejay blurted out from where they were standing next to a redheaded girl whose suit was also ornamented with lightning bolts. 
"My name is Talon." Silas would not be called by another name. He had not quite earned the title yet, but he would soon. He would accept no other form of address from these strangers. "How am I meant to contact you? Any correspondence would almost certainly be intercepted." And he had been given no place where he could send information, besides. 
"With the phone," Polk's explanation felt more like a question than an answer, and it did not serve to clear anything up for Silas, either. 
"I don't have a telephone." He insisted, feeling the heavy weight of eyes on him and the distinct sensation that he was making a fool of himself. It was his turn now to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. He had vague memories of the telephone that used to hang in the first floor of his childhood tenement building, the pleasant voice of the operator and the eternally-long line of others waiting their turn. He now had access to no such thing. 
Silence stretched on for a beat too long. Silas watched as eyes slid from him to the smooth object in his hand. 
"That’s a–well, uh, it’s a cell phone.” Polk pointed with his large hand towards the odd gift Silas was still holding by his side. 
A cell phone. Silas was already well aware that the world he now lived in was nothing like the one in which he’d grown up, but he couldn’t begin to anticipate the technology he’d encounter. Gotham itself had changed with the years, all glass and steel now. He had taken comfort in finding places he could recognize–the clocktower, Gotham Cathedral, even Wayne Manor which he remembered lording over the city from its perch in Bristol an entire century ago. Looking at Gotham for the first time again felt much like staring down at the reflective surface of this small black rectangle. There was the strange sensation that he was an alien on an altogether unfamiliar world. How was this meant to be a telephone? There was no receiver, no dial, no cords. 
“Oh shit, right.” Bluejay spoke now, taking a step forward. “I think the Talons are from the past, sometimes.” 
“Weren’t you supposed to be doing research on these guys?” The girl who had almost interrupted Polk spoke up, voice dry and unimpressed. 
“I did! They hibernate or something!”
“For how long? This poor kid doesn’t even know what he’s looking at!” 
Their squabbling faded into background noise as Polk stepped forward. “Here, let me show you how to use it.”
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neverluckygoldfish · 6 days
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52 -
The past two months have felt like a blur, stuck in a vicious cycle of relapse, recovery, relapse, recovery, and so on.
It’s been really fucking tough. I’ve felt like a zombie. Sometimes it feels like this is all life is, a weary merry-go-round until we die.
But after falling down 800 times and still getting back up on that 801st try - I’m in a much better place.
And I’m not beating myself up about it. Shit happens, we fall down. Sometimes we fall down and stay down because we’re so fucking tired of having to get back up.
I watched a looootttt of movies with happy endings as a kid. I did a lot of things alone and I never really noticed how much that influenced my way of thinking and my approach to life. I guess that’s where I started to believe that I had to live two lives. Because who I really am - my family didn’t like. As a woman of color, of immigrant parents, and growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood - I never felt like I found my place. I didn’t belong at home and I definitely didn’t belong in the outside world.
So we take that first drink or the first hit to forget we feel that way inside. And we keep drinking and using to keep forgetting.
And it’s where I started to believe that one day everything will magically work out so I just have to keep holding on to be saved.
I’ve spent so much time ignoring my body that trying to be present in it now, as an adult, makes me feel like a fearful little kid. Anxiety feels scary because I never learned how to manage it.
Ignore all the problems until you’re almost 30 and have a bunch of substance abuse issues and no one to turn to because you can’t trust the people who were supposed to care for you.
I’m just so damn tired of caring. Caring what people think - am I being nice and kind and do they feel heard and god forbid any one ever thinks I have ill intentions….
So yeah, my attitude lately is to block out the noise & do whatever I want to do. Whatever I know is truly good for my soul.
So I started a weaving again and have made some yummy food and am getting in a lot of snuggles with my dog. Also I listen to new music and take in the sunset. I take a long bath and put on my expensive lotion that’s saved for a special occasion because every day is a special occasion now that I am CHOOSING to be alive.
I realized I like having little projects. So I’ve been assigning myself shit to try because I’m interested in it. And that’s enough of a reason for me.
Isn’t the whole point of life to experience? And when you boil it down to that core, what really separates us from each other if we are all in it for the experience?
Am I sounding crazy?? Because I‘be never felt more enlightened and grounded in my sense of things.
Holy shit, it all makes sense now.
Or maybe this is all just one psychotic episode waiting to break loose. Lol. Hopefully not.
I’ve decided I don’t need some big overarching life goal - that I’m totally fine with going with the flow. I don’t need to have all the answers. In fact, forcing myself to think that way has actually cemented this “not good enough” belief.
Because when I think back as a kid and getting lost in the present - I was happy. I used to get lost in entertaining myself for hours. And the world (or my world) told me that was wrong. I wasn’t doing it correctly.
But I’m fine the way I am. You know? Like imagine if we could roll the tape back to before we ever started to hate ourselves or constantly try to “fix” our lives - how did we approach the world before everything was clouded by this inherent sense of “not good enough”.
It’s kind of jarring to realize that people don’t automatically think and know the worst parts of me and judge me by it.
It’s kind of jarring to realize that nobody really is that bothered by me. I’m feeling okay taking up my little space in the world.
I’m ready to care for that little girl who has felt so scared and uncomfortable all these years.
In some ways, I’ve never felt more free.
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pistachiosoda · 1 year
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Sent you the links, hope you enjoy! (If you want you can tell me their lore a bit so i can improve them? But also i was worried you'd get mad bc i used the designs for Character AI sobs sobs)
lksdhg omg no no its fine! its not like i own the concept of an adult AU (i think theres been a lot of people who headcanon these 3 with those jobs before me, i just ended up being the first to draw it)
some of these stuff i might have mentioned on twitter before so sorry if you already knew!
the league is technically still owned by geeta, but nemona's just the new face of it (the new top champion) (the one who gets to battle prospective champions and do gym inspections etc)... nemona's a little bit of a nepotism baby in this situation bc i think a lot of it is bc of how influential her family is lol. though i think she has fun with the job (a lot more than geeta ever did) and geeta's happy to work as the ceo in the background
penny works in the IT division... she's really not supposed to be out and about (geeta's deadlines are. unreasonable) but nemona listens to her so she's the designated top champion wrangler
penny is constantly asking nemona to please hire someone else to do this in her stead but neither of them really want that lmao
nemona introduced penny to her dad like hi dad... this is my girlfriend... and pennys like hello sir... and nemonas like umm so you know that time rotom phones security got breached and someone could steal LP from anywhere... yeah about that. it was the worst dinner ever but now nemona's dad is constantly trying to recruit penny to work with the rotom phone company instead as a white hat hacker
nemona and penny live in a penthouse apartment together and they take the flying taxi to the league every morning
arven.. sorry arven hes a little bit of a third wheel in this AU bc i only rlly made it to draw nemopen as adults.. but he's working under kofu as an apprentice and to save up money to open his own cafe
he doesn't touch the professors inheritance money at all and began working literally the second he graduated.. he wants to open the restaurant he wants on his own merits and funding
neither nemona nor penny know how to cook so they go to arven's every night for dinner (and even lunch sometimes). arven at the beginning was like come! ill feed you both >:) but then eventually he got sick and was like dude... u two need to at least try to cook sometimes. he still feeds them though
i headcanon arven to not have that much clothing (like his closet is pretty minimal outside from uniforms n stuff) but what he owns is like. gaudy and kinda weird. masbosstiff themed christmas sweaters. weird graphic logo tshirts. he has one decent suit for formal occasions and thats about it...
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HelLo OmGg!! I just found you but I'm legit in love w your art!!!
Is there anything you'd like to ramble about ur pirate au??? I wanna listen and eat your content up/pos/nf
Hello hello!!! Thanks sm for being interested~ Ill share some little ideas/things about this universe and AU since I dont want to go too wild with TPATMOS Comic. So ill ramble on little ideas that most likely wont show up~ So be ready for some hot spam text:
World: -The world is mostly fantasy based. If I were to make it 'accurate' to pirate history, and how they live. it wouldnt be all that fun. So the world is made up on DnD fantasy type logic. Magic, Myths, Enchantments, Curses, Gods of all kinds. All of that exist in this AU. -So its just fantasy pirate setting. Shadow's Ship: -Originally Named The Ark ( not sure if it would be renamed or kept the same ) -Shadows ship is unique even in this fantasy setting. His ship is powered by a chaos emerald that is hidden away in his quarters. -The emerald sits in the middle of something similar to an orrery. -The emerald powers his ship heavily. Such as keeping lights on, and fires going. It steers his ship without needing much wind if commanded to do so. But most importantly, the most unique thing the emerald can do is lift hip ship into the air. Air ships are just as common as sea ships, but one that can do both is rare or at least 'expensive' material wise. -Shadows Ship is large, he has his ship full to the brim with loyal crew members, it very much is like a small community. But a pirate community so its still semi rowdy. Shadow: -Hes made quite the name for himself out at sea. -Shadows main target when pirating is army ships and actually anyone brave enough to pick a fight with his ship. If they shot first- its only plight to send a reply back. -Shadow isnt fond of having his ship in the sky. the only reason he leaves the sea are for the following: 1: the ships underside needs to be cleaned. 2: avoiding a fleet of army vessels that could be an overwhelming match / rivals who teamed up and arnt worth his time. 3: secret for now.
-Shadow only ever shows mercy to those he deems worthy of it. children, the sick, and ones in mental distress. those are the ones that often get a pass. The most he does is leave them at the next island that clearly has some kind of civilization. other than that he wont lend anymore. Surprisingly the only reason he allowed sonic to stay was because he has a kid brother. -Rouge absolutely calls bullshit. Claiming shadow 'has a thing for blue' his reply if they were alone would be hinting to her being correct. Shadows ex boyfriend being a darker shade of blue with red eyes and goes by the name metal...
-shadow is 100% gay in this AU.
-Shadow has a cat that wonders the ship. Everyone adores Cathulhu. A calico little thing. Sonic: -Sonic was fished out of a ship wreak along with tails, and if it werent for them being brothers he would probably be tossed back into the wreak he was fished out from.
-Sonic being saved is rare, since shadow would toss enemies overboard and this being a rare occasion. everyone MUST be useful in some way. sonic is assigned to basically be something similar to a maid on the ship. getting the worst jobs.
-Sonic eventually starts to prove himself as useful, and having tails around improving a lot of the strange tech on board also helped sway the crew on letting the two stay.
-In the comic currently sonic has been on board for a little over 3 months. His stay is much longer than anyone else they ever fished out from the ocean. Its very much accepted that blue is here to stay.
-Sonic thinks the captain sure is handsome too bad he can be a buzzkill sometimes. Other characters: -Rouge: She actually has a bar on board. she also is the only one besides shadow who has her own quarters. Shadow says she has the larger room since she enjoys to splurge. -Omega: Hes not a robot but he is a wondering soul bound to a set of armor. I guess the best visual example would be Al from full metal alchemist lol
/// I-- Have more but ill have to keep those ramblings for after i finish drawing out the comic!
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Thanks @jopkey for tagging me in this fun "getting to know you" game!
Name: Malicious Compliance
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs
Where do you call home?: Florida, United States
Favorite Animal: Constrictor snakes! My mother also tells me I like "all the weird animals" because of my fondness for spiders, beetles, etc.
Cereal of Choice: I always keep granola around as an easy snack! Especially like when it has almonds, raisins, and dates in the mix.
Visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner?: I favor a combination of first reading and viewing foundational resources, and then trying a skill myself from that self-teaching above all other methods. If I had to pick one pillar that tends to matter most for me, it would be language across both the written and spoken domains. But things have never been so black and white for me; and being raised by neuroscientists makes me automatically skeptical of rigid thinking about how humans learn.
First Pet: Alison, a goldfish with a nasty habit of eating their tankmates' fins.
Favorite Scent: For general smells, nothing better than a freshly blown-out candle spreading its signature aroma through the surrounding air! For cologne, I've worn Yves Saint Laurent Opium for Men since I was in high school.
Do you believe in astrology?: Depends on what you mean. Do I believe birth timing substantially determines the progression of a person's life or the core traits of their personality? No. Do I think astrology can be a helpful framework for thinking creatively about who we are and why we feel as we do? Yes.
How many playlists do you have on your music service of choice?: On Spotify, which I use for fandom stuff, I maintain playlists for each of my fic continuities. I also have some playlists saved that @i-dwell-in-darkness made for the BJR fandom. On Apple Music I have no playlists whatsoever! I just choose what specific song or album I'd like to listen to if I'm in "specific content" mode; sometimes I also enjoy finding new-to-me artists by exploring Apple's playlists for different genres and eras.
Sharpies or highlighters?: This seems like an "apples or oranges" sort of juxtaposition. I use them for very different purposes, but I do use Sharpies far more frequently and for more diverse functions than highlighters.
Song that makes you cry?: "Dead of Winter" by the Eels can reliably make my eyes tear up. Notable achievement, given I'm not prone to crying. Just the whole Electro-Shock Blues album gets me on a very deep personal level, but this one especially hits hard.
Song that makes you happy?: Playing any of Alice Cooper's music is guaranteed to bring me instant joy. Especially his 70s stuff and anything from his later releases that goes heavy on incorporating those style elements! If I have one "theme song" in life, it's his "Be My Lover" track off 1971's Killer.
And finally, do you write/draw/create?: Yes, absolutely. Both fanworks and many other things, from academic publications to magazine articles to poetry and original prose. Writing is a huge part of both my leisure and my vocation. It feels like breathing to me and I do some form of writing every single day. Usually multiple forms! The one exception is those rare occasions when I'm so profoundly ill physically that I have to stay in bed and spend the day mostly sleeping. I am very stubborn, so that is not a lot of days. If I can sit up, I can write on my laptop or phone in bed. I also used to draw, mostly portraits in charcoal. Sadly my disease did take that from me because of how it has destroyed the blood vessels in my hands. Gripping small objects for any prolonged period of time is horribly painful and will cause lasting issues with my hand function. Even filling out a card by hand creates consequences for the remainder of that day. It's tough, but I don't dwell on this. Too much other joy in the world. If I lost the ability to write by any means, though? That would absolutely be the point where I stopped wanting to live at all.
I'm really curious to see responses from @tucsonhorse and @blindbeholder if y'all feel like joining in!
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"Sadik..." Dinos said annoyed when he opened the door slightly "... I wasn't expecting you. What do you want?" Sadik smirked to that "Can I come in?" "Sure you demon... hold on" he answered before opening the remaining locks to let the Turk in.
Sadik looked around as he followed "Take a seat... so, who died?" Sadik shook his head "Nobody died... but we do need to talk" "You could have called, saved me from having to see your ugly face, saved you gas too. " "Some things are best said in person" Dinos nodded and reached for his sigarets. Sadik was quick to light one, although he did not smoke himself he always carried a lighter for these occasions. "Will you tell me... today?" The older man sneered. He was getting nervous. He did not like surprise visits and he did not like them from nations in particular. "What ill news brings you today, let me have it before I waste time putting the kettle on. Did your boss send you?" "Oh no,... this is personal" That did not make it any better. "Lucky me" Dinos said sarcastically before dropping silent and into his seat. Sadik cleared his throat. This was harder than he imagined. "Konstantinos, you know that I respect you greatly. I need to ask you something" "I'm listening" "I... want to ask for your permission to date your brother" Dinos took a deep draw and gestured him to beat it "I'm done listening, please leave" Sadik protested "I am very serious about this. I understand if you are mad at me but at least let me speak" Dinos stood up and left for the kitchen the other jumped up and quickly followed. "Are you angry with me?" "Not yet, just annoyed, I still need to learn your true motives" Dinos said emotionless and he put the kettle on.
"My true motives?! I like him. It's crazy I know! I'm strangely attracted to him" "Ofcourse you do" "Not like that, Konstantinos, it's on a personal level. I really like him as a PERSON romantically. I'd like to get to know him better but I don't want to complicate things with you" "So... you want my blessing" "It's vital" "You can shove that up your ass" Dinos said staring out the window. Sadik opened the cupboard casually and took one glass... and then another out and placed them on the counter. Dinos rolled his eyes. "Konstantinos please, we have known eachother for so long. In all those years have I ever made you a promiss I did not keep?" "You have been true to your word." "Have I not helped you?" "Not quite enough" "I see... I am sorry... I tried my best" "Your best wasn't enough" Dinos poured them both tea "I am a little... put off... by your request... First you take my city, then you come after my cat and now you are asking me for my brother?" "I did not take your cat, I gave her some shots that's all. I only wanted what was best for the fat stray... Are we really... still fighting over this?" Dinos slammed his fist on the counter "You did so WITHOUT my permission!" "I did... I am sorry... I was at fault. I should have asked. I can't change the past but I am here asking you now. I know how much you care for him. It would be the greatest honor if you could let me ask him on a date. I believe the feeling is mutual and it would sadden me to cut off our friendship. If you don't think me worthy, you can just say so. I understand, naturally you want what's best for him" "I don't know Sadik... I really have to think about it." "You'll think about it?! Really? That's great!" Sadik said and kissed and hugged the other. "I'm so touched that you'll consider!" "Well I mean it would be the lesser of two evils... In the mean time... you will NOT share your feelings with anyone, anyone at all, hear me? I will personally spoon out your nuts and feed them to the gulls, if you do" "I will make sure to stitch my lips" "very well... two sugar was it?" "Yes!"
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Track-by-Jack: album review series from a jackass who knows nothing about music
Def Leppard - Hysteria (1987)
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Released August 3, 1987
Lineup: Joe Elliott (vocals), Rick Savage (bass), Steve Clark, Phil Collen (guitars), Rick Allen (drums), Mutt Lange (secret weapon)
1. Women - 6/10
It's not a mind-blowing track and seems quite risky to put as an opener. That being said, it's catchy and the structure of it is interesting.
2. Rocket - 2/10
This song goes on too long. The only reason it's not lower is because it's Joe Elliott's love letter to pop culture and it has a cool solo part. I hate this song. The music video is good though.
3. Animal - 9/10
The opening riff is 🤙🤙🤙 and it just gets better. The 'breakdown' section I find necessary, which is why it isn't a 10/10. However, Jelliott howling is always a bonus and again, cool guitar solo.
4. Love Bites - 7/10
It's pretty emotional (which makes sense, it's a ballad, duh) and I like the buildup to the chorus. Steve Clark's riffs in the chorus always slice my heart open. It loses points for having a stupid music video.
5. Pour Some Sugar On Me - 5/10
I enjoy it every once in a while and it did give the band the biggest success it's ever seen, so it deserves some respect. But it is a tad bit overplayed and I can't listen to it too much or else I get violently ill.
6. Armageddon It - 8/10
C'mon Steve, get it.
Anyway, it's a fun bopper that isn't mind-numbing to listen to. The slow section of the song works well too, especially when it builds up to the chorus. Nice amount of variety and pretty witty lyrics.
7. Gods of War - 9/10
It's an epic. Def Leppard should've made more political songs because this one is fuckin' cool. Sav's bass opening is underrated and starts things off very well. The guitar solo section trading off between the Terror Twins is fantastic.
8. Don't Shoot Shotgun - 6/10
Most people don't like this one, I think it's fine. It's definitely not as memorable as some of the tracks on the album, but I personally enjoy it.
9. Run Riot - 6/10
Same thing as Don't Shoot Shotgun. The chorus is a bit too repetitive but I like the harmonies.
10. Hysteria - 10/10
Definitely worthy of being the title track of the album. This song touches parts of me that haven't been touched before and fills me with a sense of longing I didn't know I had. The perfect song for any occasion and a no-skip every single time.
11. Excitable - 2/10
Is it possible to have a song worse than Rocket? Apparently. Too reliant on special effects, boring unimaginative lyrics, and there's no cool guitar parts to save this song. It's also way too long for something so simple.
12. Love and Affection - 7/10
It sounds like Hysteria, but as a daytime song instead of a nighttime song. It loses points for not being Hysteria. I think it's underrated on the album though. Had it been put on another album, I think it would've done better.
Final Thoughts: One of my favorite albums of all time, even if it isn't a no-skips album (sorry-not-sorry, Rocket)
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Splatoon 2 Muse Pages
Once again, before I completely gut the profiles to make way for Splat 3 content, here’s an archive for the old stuff:
Wussabi “Sabi / Spice Meister" Tak'ko
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33 years old / 6'8" / Nervously disposed
General:
Going by the names Sabi and Wuss, this timid recluse has risen the Inkopolis charts under the pseudonym Spice Meister. Nobody who listens to the Meister’s music knows what he really looks like, but this attributes to its success.
In truth, Sabi is a ‘failed’ outcome of an attempt to clone a perfect successor to Emperor Octavio. It was a strict and complicated procedure, designed to make the subjects think they really were the original, and involved disposing of any clones that didn’t meet standard (so nearly all of them). Ten years ago, Sabi was rescued from his termination by Pansy. He feels indebted to her family for helping him integrate into life on the surface.
That said, while he lives above the underground, his home isn’t quite ‘on the surface’, and is more of a roomy bunker. Wuss spends most of his time here making music, but has to leave occasionally for supplies (and if he’s feeling brave, turf war).
Recently he’s been making trips underground to speak with the new emperor, as his royal roots are catching up to him. Even if it’s not his job, Sabi can’t help feeling responsible for the wellbeing of the Octarian people, so he’s trying to help clean up the mess his father left behind.
While he mostly focuses on the creation of music itself, Wussabi has an excellent singing voice. … And stage fright.
Appearance:
Sabi (naturally) bears a striking resemblance to Octavio, which is the main reason he avoids showing his face in public. Nobody’s supposed to know his ‘true’ identity – though his social awkwardness doesn’t help much either.
Sabi has a stoop, making him seem shorter than he actually is, though he’s still notably tall.
Because of the tell-tale scar that was cut onto his left arm, Wuss uses bandages to cover both. He seems to think having two makes it less conspicuous, though since he’s self-conscious anyway, he often wears long sleeves (and long trousers). When out in public, he covers his face with a bandanna to avoid potential ‘recognition’.
His wardrobe prioritizes comfort and modesty over style, though he owns some tidy collared shirts for more formal and/or brave occasions.
Relationships:
Wussabi doesn’t get out often and has difficulty socialising, but he doesn’t mind solitude all that much.
Pansy is Sabi’s best friend – it tends to happen, with people who saved your life – and many of his other friends are extensions of her own. He knows her ex-coworker Charles, her niece Ribbon, Brine, and a few others. Ever-so-slowly he’s beginning to branch out and forge his own friendships, but with some difficulty.
Meeting the emperor wasn’t quite as big of a shock to Sabi as it was for Tay, but his immediate reaction was concern. He’d already gone through the seven stages of grief accepting he was a clone, and so is keeping a close eye on Tay as he comes to terms with the truth. As the older brother, Sabi feels like he needs to act the part.
Octavio “Tay / DJ Takowasa” Tak'ko
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24 years old / 5'6" / Charismatic, witty, extremely immodest
General:
It’s Octavio! Or … well, he thought he was.
Tay is a clone of the original Octavio, and he’s the current emperor of the entire underground. He’s the one that stole the Great Zapfish a second time, though this went about as well as the first attempt.
For two years, Tay thought he was his predecessor, having memories implanted during his time in the cloning facility. He was told by his council that any physical changes and inability to remember several major lifetime events were due to recovering from a terrible, life-threatening illness. These anomalies are ultimately what led to the truth: He wasn’t who he thought.
This discovery has been quite a blow to his confidence and self-worth, so while Tay is usually quite spirited, sarcastic and mischievous, he’s presently a bit more reserved and lethargic. He’s started to recover, though.
As an additional note, his onstage persona is considerably more informal than how he presents himself in person.
Appearance:
Octavio Jr. looks much younger (and shorter) than the general public would expect, as they’re currently unaware that their emperor has been replaced. While he isn’t frequently permitted outside the palace, his new look has sparked endless gossip … though they talk more of plastic surgery than genetic experiments.
Tay’s octopus form, however, is a near-perfect copy of his father’s, the only difference being their size. This similarity is what netted him permission from the council to perform his collaborative concert with Callie Cuttlefish, as fewer Octarians would realise something had changed. If he were in Octoling form, for example, somebody might notice his tail! That was something the old emperor never had, and until recently it was in Octavio’s best interest to keep it covered.  
When not wearing his onstage getup, Tay can be found lounging around in nightgowns, promotional t-shirts, yukata and kimono, which happens to be the majority of the time. These might not always be befitting of his status, but since he doesn’t often get visitors, this has never been an issue. Some time ago he purchased Inkopolis gear as a ‘disguise’, and none of his staff seem to mind him wearing that either.
Like Sabi’s, the scar on his left arm was created in a controlled environment.
Relationships:
Tay doesn’t have a lot of friends, and so is desperate for attention (though he’s too proud to admit this). The people he thought of as friends were friends of his father’s, and they’d been lying to him the whole time.
One of the few people Tay confides in is the universe-hopping Lulu. As a granddaughter of another world’s Octavio, he saw her as his only family until Sabi came into the picture. Despite this, he’s not sure if he should consider alternate-Octavios ‘relatives’, though having them around might help normalise the idea of being a ‘copy’. The ones he’s met seem okay.
Sabi and Tay hardly know eachother, but since they’re both clones of the same person created in the same facility, they had a near-immediate sense of kinship. It was Tay’s idea to refer to Sabi as his brother, and though the two have opposing personalities, a familial bond has begun to develop.
While Tay wouldn’t say Callie was ‘squidnapped’ – she was summoned to the palace and came of her own volition – he’s aware using hypnoshades to partly erase her memory was foul play, and he did apologise. Eventually. He did it in letter format, however, and has avoided her ever since, so he isn’t sure where they stand.
Regardless, he and Marie share a mutual loathing for each other, and as for Cuttlefish … well, the hatred for him is still pretty deeply ingrained. ---------------
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Perhaps you’re wondering, ‘what exactly is canon divergent about this blog?’ Well, this tab was created to try and explain that, as well as a few other things.
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On Hypnoshades and Mind Control
ALL OCTARIANS HAVE FREE WILL, the Calamari Inkantation just reminds them of an era of peace and some think ‘hey that’d be cool again actually’.
The hypnoshades do work this verse, but their only function was to make Callie forget about her family. After this, Octavio told his side of the story, and she agreed to help him put on his publicity-stunt concert.
Once Tay had time to think about his actions, he regretted ever using such underhanded tactics, vowing to never to use the shades again. Stealing Zapfish is totally justified though.
(If you’re a Callie blog uncomfortable with the hypnoshades in general, I’m fine with discarding this plot thread in interactions.)
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On Cloning
Tay and Sabi are clones of the original Octavio, raised to believe they were him. The original is the one seen in Splatoon (UK translation specifically), Tay is the (replacement) Octavio seen in Splatoon 2, and Sabi escaped, so he’s completely out of the vaguely-canon scene.
Due to memcakes created, consumed, and created again during their time in development, Sabi and Tay share several memories with Octavio. They’re patchworked together, so some recollections are different to others, and some are completely absent.
The old Octavio is dead, supposedly. His passing was kept secret from the public by the Royal Octarian Council (ROC) in light of his own wishes.
The cloning project was never satisfactory to the old emperor. While ‘tentaclones’ can be created far more easily, he wanted an exact copy that could continue his legacy. His methods resulted in confused Octolings at best and horrific mutations at worst. The majority were euthanized.
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On Tay and his (lack of) Influence
Tay was a hasty replacement for the original Octavio when he unexpectedly passed away, and he’s now Emperor of the Underground. There’s no Shogun, so he’s adopted that title too - though he’ll accept any royal recognition thrown his way.
Titles aside, Tay has minimal input into what his royal council decide to do with politics in Octopolis, Deepsea and Wetside. After recognising his position as a stand-in, it seems they have a lot more control than he first thought.
You’ve probably noticed, but this Octavio prefers his Octoling form, only usually using his Octopus form to perform (and be trapped in snowglobes). He claims it’s because he likes having hands.
Tay is not who the general public expects him to be. He’d like to tell them that he’s a successor and not his father, but he wasn’t aware himself until recently, and right now that could put him in a dangerous position.
On Sabi
Sabi looks even more like a younger Octavio than Tay does. Physically he’s a better copy, but his meek and wimpish personality is what put him on the chopping block.
After he was rescued, Sabi started living in Inkopolis. He’s been keeping his identity a secret ever since, but to his knowledge nobody ever tried to track him down.
Having been his own person for 10+ years, Sabi has managed to distance himself from the identity of his father, though it’s the only history he has. It still manages to cause the occasional identity crisis, however.
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two tag games today!!! 💘🫂🌲 ill put them under the readmore in one post !
tagged by @lesbianhaleth for this one !! thank you! 💞💎🍃💚🌿❣️
five movies/shows
succession. very good show very excited for season 4 and to collectively go insane again with the dash...fun times..
everything everywhere all at once. movie of all time!!! i need to watch it twenty million times!!
ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga. movie of all time two!! ive watched it many times and cried everytime ❤️
in this corner of the world. yes this one makes me cry too of course. i only like movies that make me cry
okay. wintertime is coming up basically but not really but like. i saw this movie while i was scrolling through my list on netflix because i cant remember anything and i saw it and i had to put it because its everything... drei haselnüsse für aschenbrödel!!!! THE nostalgia movie. love the silly beautiful costumes and aschenbrödel was my first crush and the music means everything to me....wah
four songs
sooo difficult to choose just four!! ill go with... long lost - lord hurin. this song.... i feel understood ❣️
shouldve been me - mitski. ive been loving her new album and i especially love the. hm. i lack the right words. i dont even know the german word for the instrument (sound?) it seems!! the one at the beginning that reappears again and again!! argh! i love it a lot
boots worn through - shayfer james. i like this one a lot and i listened to it basically on repeat during any calm alone moment, usually in the evenings while the sun was setting, when we were camping, so i get a lot of nice feeling associations with this song!!
ships - wallners. very calming...like it a lot!
three essentials (excluding food, water, phone)
hmm my portable charger... i have nearly all my books on my phone and i love love taking pictures so i want it to stay on!!
i could say something like ID here but isnt that a bit boring... i have very little in my bag unless its a special occasion!! a pen then, id say. you always need a pen! or pencil or anything. marker. ill take it
actually one thing i do always have in my bag is those reusable fruit and vegetable nets you use to avoid plastic bags !! a nice cashier gave me some for free for no discernible reason and ive had them in my bag ever since in case i spontanously decide i need to buy carrots or kiwis 💚
two books
very very mean to only have two here. how can i choose. ill just put the two im currently actively reading which areee octavia e. butlers parable of the sower which i love very much and
the giant epub of all asoiaf books....!!!
one quote
not very good at memorizing quotes i fear... one thing that i marked and that stuck with me, is what lauren olamina in parable of the sower says about her younger half-brother keith: "I hated Keith at least as much as I loved him." its a difficult relationship and i cried reading about it, because it was well written and evocative and emotional and a tragedy, and also because i have a very complicated relationship with my own younger half-brother as well. i like this book a lot 💛
the second one!! tagged by @sunlighthairs thank youuu 🥰🌿💓🌿🌲🍃💚
relationship status: single but i fall in love with atleast one person per day
favorite color(s): blue means everything to me. yes this wavelenght of light IS special it is so special. to me and everyone else. its everywhere but sooo rare!! how funny!!! i also love green and it makes me so happy. just look at my header! all my favorite colors! 🏔
favorite food: i love anything with broccoli as long as its properly seasoned....at my grandmas birthday celebration they served broccoli without even SALT!! my cousin snuck into the kitchen for us and found some salt which saved it atleast a bit...otherwise i really enjoy roasted chestnuts but theyre expensive...very special snack. this reminds me that i need to go acorn collecting to try out the perhaps prehistoric acorn recipe we talked about in one of my archaeobotanical classes...it might be very good it might be very bad it might be very bland. hm!
song stuck in my head: misty mountains................... i am a one trick pony
last thing you googled: waldmistkäfer =^)
time: while typing this it is 23:33 (11:33 pm) but by the time i post it will be a bit later i suspect 🧐
dream trip: !!!! oh! oh!!!! unrealistically unethically grandiosely i would want to go to australia...i would have to take the plane and it would take forever and i think this is a long time dream because of 1) watching h2o just add water as a child 2) not being afraid of spiders and bugs and snakes since childhood which i prided myself in and as such wanted to go to the stereotypical dangerous animals place... realistically and ecologically conciously i would want to take the train to the mountains again to go on a long very long long looong hike. i miss the mountains so much and itll be sometime until i can see them again... oh i also want to go to britain to look at some caves theres some really good caves there . sorry these are three dream trips...!
last thing you read: i finished a chapter of parable of the sower just a few minutes ago =)
last book you enjoyed reading: well...see previous answer... i enjoy reading most books, even the really bad ones because i like to be a bit of a hater...
favorite thing to cook/bake: i love making almost anything!! i really enjoy cooking chicken korma/a vegan alternative with potato and spinach because i have so much fun blending the sauce!!!! otherwise i also love making any kinds of soup..pumpkin cauliflower broccoli pea potato. put it in the soup!!!!!
favorite craft to do in your free time: !!!!! thank god its specified to craft!! i really like drawing on my tablet but i love love painting on canvases though thats sadly much more expensive for each piece but i just love getting a little crazy with it. when i was 11 i accidentally put a huge black spot on the carpet because the black paint overtook me. and this is niche but i love organizing scavenger hunts !! last time i put a wax seal hid it in one of the old books my grandparents gave me and pretended i just wanted to look at the pictures with the kids when oh!! an old burned looking letter adressed to THEM fell out!! what a surprise what a coincidence! sadly they got so excited one of them ended up falling and badly scraping her knee but after that we continued and i think they had lost of fun ❣️ putting that all together and making up all the riddles for the steps was really really fun
most niche dislike: hm. cars? is that niche? i dont like cars and i usually dont like being in one unless my mom is driving and i dont like highways...
opinion on circuses: i havent ever been to a circus 🤔 as long as the artists are properly paid and theres no animals getting mistreated (elephants and tigers and the like should not be traveling with circuses in small cages...if you want to put on a little dog show or whatever go for it but leave the elephants out of it) i see no problems with them and theyre probably really fun !
do you have a sense of direction? i think yes... not super perfect but if ive walked a path before i can retrace it no problem and being able to see the sun always helps. not good with the stars though 💔⭐️
im too shy to tag anyone!!!! if youve read this far and havent done this youre officially tagged by me 🥰❣️
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I was listening to some Marvel ost to get inspiration for my stories and I happen to come across the CATWS ost titled End of The Line which was during the battle between Bucky and Steve. As I was listening to it I realized it sounded very familiar like I heard it before, besides from CATWS. That’s when I figured out it was used in ep. 5 of TFATWS when Sam is wiping the blood off the shield and as the title rolls to start the episode. 
It starts around 0:43 to 1:06 of the ost, where we hear that grandiose dramatic piece which I find is quite fitting to both events.  
If you think about it, these are two similar scenarios. Bucky is looking down at both Steve and then Sam, the Captain Americas who are both battered in a physical and mental fight. They both became this way because of their ideals that ended up clashing with themselves and others like Bucky. 
In CATWS, Bucky is the one who is trying to be convinced and now with TFATWS it’s the opposite. He is the one who has changed in this situation, seemingly learning from the battle he had with Steve but also still keeping the same tendencies. 
In TFATWS, the music starts as soon as Bucky picks up the shield. Bucky then stands over Sam in a bright yellow light, painting this idea that Bucky was becoming a voice of reason and important person to Sam just like Steve was.
I think this can also resonate with “I’m with you till the end of line” being now connected with Bucky still being there for Sam. If you think about it, Bucky took it upon himself to be a part of Sam’s life once the issues of the Flagsmashers and John Walker came about. He also on many occasions saved Sam from perils and possible death so it really goes to show how much he’s carrying Steve’s legacy in that sense. Making sure one of the most important people in your life is safe and protected. 
And also another thing I noticed is that after saving both Steve and Sam, Bucky walks off on both occasions. I can’t really say what a definitive reason for that can be but I just liked the parallel of that. It could be him letting them decide what they should do next after doing something out of his own accord. 
Also even though jokingly yet noteworthy is that the shield is on Sam’s left too so it could also be a connection between his friendship with Steve. Especially maybe since this helps Sam now understand what Bucky meant when he said that the shield is really all that’s left of Steve and therefore it shouldn’t be tarnished with spilled blood out of ill-intent. 
Either way, I feel Steve’s friendship for the both of them really culminates with Sam and Bucky’s relationship. Bucky was probably mad that they had to get this far in order to give Sam the shield, yet he still sticks by him. Still gifts him the suit. Still makes the choice to visit him. Sam who was fed up with Bucky’s anger toward him, may have realized through this that Steve was right to save him. Because in the end, Bucky is a loyal person and seemingly super loyal to Sam, which I think Sam values a lot. 
They’re two people that don’t have many special friendships and somehow in the end they chose each other to be that one, through hardships and all. 
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