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beautifulsnake2162020 · 2 years

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Higher intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by queenage

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

So this is a spin-off on my main fanfic Beautiful Anomaly which is concluding soon. I personally don't consider this a spoiler for the conclusion of Beautiful Anomaly (since it's more of a manner of "how" than "if"). I personally consider this a standalone story since the story takes place in the distant future of Beautiful Anomaly. For those waiting on Part 8 it's coming out soon. I just need to release this from my mind so that Aemond can relax in my little piece of the dreaming realm.

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging: @rinadragomir I know you're team black, but I really want to know if I wrote them in character 😅

The stars had decided to shine their light to a wanderer. Though he did not need it, he can do just fine whether he was taking his slow travel in their presence or in the presence of the sun. Chained to himself is the book which contained the universe itself, and all the possibilities explored in such universe. A subsection of this book contained details of the Dance of Dragons in a small dimension. The results of which lead to the deaths that only brought further downfall.

After such details, was the details of an experimentation that tested the extent of change and free will. An experiment that he must initiate for the benefit of all involved and to satiate his curiosity. Would this make any real substantial change to such that would occur? Nevertheless he is as dutiful as he ever was. Ever the observer, never the participant. Participants are only ever so focused on what is directly within their reach and influence. And it is from an observer such as himself that he must watch such experiment to its completion.

And as the book stated, this experiment would only help in developing her power.

"Take your time." He speaks from his hooded self towards you.

"You are only in the beginning of your development." You can't help but feel your heart throb in a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Everything will come to pass, everything in its right time."

You open your eyes.

You feel bewildered.

Glancing at the window you could see that it was dawn and the sun had just started to appear.

This dream was the clearest it had ever been and you didn't know what to make of it.

"Alys?" Your mother enters concerned. Her blonde hair was still frizzy from just having awakened. You were frightened for your new sibling in her belly and she shouldn't be rushing by your side when your sibling in her womb was making it difficult for her till his or her birth.

"I'm fine mother, just another odd dream."

"The same one with the hooded figure with a book chained to himself?" She takes a seat at the edge of your bed close to you.

"Yes, but this time it seems like he was speaking to me. He was saying something. About taking my time and everything will fall into place."

"Well" your mother puts both hands on each side of your head. You lean in to her touch and it always had a calming effect on you.

"Perhaps your dreams are trying to tell you to not worry so much on what you're going to do in the future."

"I just want to make you proud mother." You take a breath as you fell her thumbs massage the sides of your head.

"I feel like compared to Jace and Luke I'm the most useless one. My dragon egg hasn't hatched while theirs didn't take long to hatch."

"Alys dear." She wiped a tear that began falling from your eye. You hadn't noticed that you began crying.

"Listen to me. Just because our family prides ourselves with our connection to the dragons, that doesn't mean you are useless or any less important just because you don't have a dragon to ride." Seeing the doubt in your face she sighs and sits closer to you.

"My mother, the late queen Aemma didn't have a dragon. And yet she is one of the reasons why I am the person who I am now. Don't think yourself as so insignificant just because you feel you are lacking in something others have. Alright?"

"Yes, mother." She leans in and kisses your forehead as she helps you to get ready even though you have a handmaid to do it for you and your mother should be practicing more care. She was now in her ninth month and your sibling could begin to appear any day now.

You decide to spend your time in the library. Trying to find anything that could explain who the hooded figure in your dream was. The closest thing that you found was that it might be the Stranger. The aspect mose closely associated with death and the unknown. But none of the texts had stated anything about a book chained to his hand.

"Alys."

"AAH." You only realized that you had bumped your head when you felt the pain. And from what it appears your surprise companion also suffered the same consequence.

"Oh I'm so sorry Aemond. You startled me."

"I can feel that." He groaned as he has a hand on his head. But after a few moments of discomfort your eyes met with smiles on both of your faces.

"What are you reading in this part of the library anyway? It's so far from the window and there are barely any nearby torches or candles."

"You know me, I don't want go too far from where the books are placed. It's not my fault that the librarian chooses to store the books I need in this area."

"Yes but your eyes will regret that."

"Oh leave me alone. Are you going to join me or have you come just to annoy me out of my task?"

"And what task is that?" Aemond grabs a chair and a candelabra from a nearby table adding much needed light to your reading space.

"I woke up with the dream again."

"The vague hooded figure?"

"Yes, but this time it was a lot clearer. Last night my dream showed that he has a large book chained to him. He was a man. And it seemed like he was telling me something."

"What did he say?"

"I can't remember his exact words but he was telling me that everything will happen in its right time and that I was just in the beginning of something. That's all I can remember."

"Hmm, have you tried reading up on the stranger?" This was one of the things that you liked about Aemond. For all the time you found yourself a fellow outcast in the Targaryen family. No dragon, and having to find some other way to compensate. It was times like these that you appreciated his observant nature.

"I've already did but none of the texts mention about a book chained to his person."

"Maybe that part was a result of your imagination."

"If that's the case then what could the stranger be trying to tell me? Why would he tell me that everything will happen at the right time or that this is just the beginning of something-"

"Alys, sometimes dreams are just dreams nothing more."

"And yet Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys came here with dragons and a dream. How is this any different?" He raises an eyebrow before you hear a long whistle.

"My my aren't the two of you getting comfortable." Aegon chuckles mockingly as he leans against the edge of the book case. It was only then that you realized just how close your face was to Aemond's. Any sudden movement may cause your heads to clash again if you weren't careful.

"Brother." He says coldly. And it was then you knew it was time to return the books in their respective places.

"Oh don't stop on my account. I think its adorable that the only two people without a dragon are so close with each other."

"Your mother didn't approve of my mother's proposal." You say as a matter of fact as you return another book in its place. Frankly you were relieved that you didn't have to marry Aegon despite both of you being the eldest of your families.

You hear him snort.

"No offense to you Alys, but I prefer my women to be more developed than you are. A kid like you couldn't keep up with me."

"Considering what you like to do fun, I'm glad I don't have to lower my standards and make myself more stupid." You hear Aemond beside you holding back his laughter and tried to disguise it as a cough.

Aegon rolls his eyes as he leaves the two of you alone.

"You didn't have to do that for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I did that for myself." You say lightheartedly but by the way Aemond was smiling you could tell he was nevertheless thankful.

"Then let me make sure I keep up with your standards by bringing you to your room." He places the last book back on the shelf as you blow out the flame from the candles he brought to the table. He holds out his arm to you which you take as the two of you semi-skipped exiting the library.

"So are we going take the ordinary way or your way?" Aemond gives you a smirk as he leads you into one of the many hidden passage ways. He takes your hand before the two of you begin running and laughing as you travel through the various routes of the hidden passages.

You finally reach your room, out of breath but with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is...where...I'll...say goodbye."

"Take...a...breath first. Hoo it's always fun travelling with you going to my room."

You both managed to calm down enough for both of you to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you for being with me today."

"Thank you for insulting my brother." You share one last smile with each other as he makes his way to his room and as you finally enter yours.

Had you known this was going to be among the last carefree memories before everything became so complicated, you would've done more with him.

First came the news that your biological father, Harwin Strong has died in a fire in Harrenhal. You don't know how long you've known, but for the sake of your mother you simply refuse to say anything about it and if you were asked if you were looking forward to being a Queen in your own right after your mother, you would simply say that the future is uncertain and that you needed to survive childbirth first. In truth while you did want to serve the people, you've felt that a part of you wasn't meant for the throne. Not because of the questionable nature of your parentage but for the lack of desire to engage in the politics at court. If you had it your way, you secretly hoped a third party would just be blessed by divinity and become the ruler. That way no more infighting will need to happen, and the pressure that the Iron Throne would have on this new ruler would be motivation enough for them to do a good job. You didn't like the taste of not being able to directly help people. Otto Hightower would always say that whatever he has done was for the sake of the realm. But you find it difficult to believe it when the people themselves weren't asked and all of his moves in court just simply seemed like a prideful powergrab.

Second a new development within you has occurred. It started by accident. You were simply by your window in Dragonstone when you found yourself sneezing. A spark came out along with your spittle, startling and frightening you. After calming yourself down you returned to your High Valyrian writing exercises but eventually noticed that the candle flame was following the movements of your hand as you write each sentence. You stop for awhile.

"Kelis" you say towards the flame as you direct your attention towards it. Testing to see if it did anything, you begin writing again.

It didn't work.

You were getting stressed and worried about how to make the flame stop following your hand when your brother Jace informed you through the door that it was time to sleep. You hoped your reply was loud enough for him to hear you and not enter. Your heart is relieved when you hear his footsteps fading away.

"How do I get you to stop?" You ask frustratingly. You couldn't risk any accident happening while you were asleep. Leaving an open flame as you slept was out of the question.

Giving up, you blow the candle's flame out before going to bed.

After that incident you were even more careful around fire. And you also had more motivation to carry around a napkin in case you found yourself coughing or sneezing. Less for propriety and manners but more to conceal the possible sparks that could exit you. It was already bad enough that people stared at you because of your evident illegitimacy in yours and your sibling's looks despite your father figure, Laenor Velaryon claiming that you were his true born children. You did not want to accidentally hurt somebody from the powers that it seemed you were beginning to develop.

In spite of the obvious drawbacks, there was actually a benefit to your abilities.

Whenever your brothers would end up with injuries from their training, you worked alongside the maester in healing their injuries. Like with how you first encountered your first two abilities, you didn't notice it happening right underneath your nose. You were healing your twin Jace, as he has a nasty swelling that was going to make him wince for a while. You decided to gently massage the nearby area close to the swelling. Whenever your mother did it for you it always made you feel better, it couldn't hurt to try. The maester was close by treating Lucerys, so if something went wrong you could simply ask him.

As you massaged the area, you began to feel his blood circulation slowly increase. Not to a noticeable degree, it was only later that you've realized what you actually did, but it definitely was a little bit faster than how it previously was going. It was only when the day after the day following that did the Maester did a checkup and was pleasantly surprised that the swelling has significantly reduced.

"My lord Jacearys you must have good health or good luck for the swelling to have been reduced by this much."

"It's all thanks to Alys. She's getting better at massaging people. Not like our mother yet but Alys is close."

"I appreciate that Jace." You roll your eyes in mild annoyance as he laughs at your reply. You turn to face away from him as you hide your shock.

You decide to test it upon yourself later that evening if it really was your newfound powers or if it's just your delusions. Placing your fingers on your non-dominant arm you begin gently massaging. Soon you could feel the energy in your blood, and an idea of how your pulse is currently beating. You make different movements with your fingers as you experiment with controlling the pace of how your blood circulates and towards which areas of your body. This energy, this force that helps you live, you're not sure what exactly to call it yet.

Had you known this ability would soon become very useful in your visit to Driftmark for an aunt that you barely know, you would have read more books about healing, and spent more time learning from the Maester how to heal injuries.

The incident that broke your heart and had widened the discord in your family.

You and Aemond didn't spend much time together in the funeral. He didn't know what to say to you. Your father, sir Harwin, was no more. How secretly you weren't mourning for the stranger that was your relative whom you barely knew, but for the father whom you have lost. The father whose only sin was to sleep with your mother but was a good man. When you were scared that your mother could die giving birth to Lucerys, and your father Laenor was with his own lover, he spoke to you of how no matter what happens, he will protect you. And how you've been a good daughter to your mother. Your mother was a woman with the blood of the dragon in her veins.

"If she survived giving birth to you and Jace, she could survive this." He says comfortingly to you as you cry in his shoulder as your mother screams out in pain.

And now he was gone.

You know your mother is powerful woman but you've never felt more scared in your life. Knowing the whispers at court, you were already aware of some people who are interested in you ending up dead simply because of your parentage, what you symbolized, or any other reason that was simply beyond your control to change.

And those things have now caused you pain in your bond with Aemond.

You could tell he was more distant than normal. He had always been dutiful to his role as a prince. But he still gave you looks of sympathy.

Not much words were exchanged between the two of you. You don't remember what you really said, but you vaguely remember offering to come to his room later to show him of your discoveries about yourself. He only nodded and told you that it'll have to be late in the evening since there was something he had to do. His last words to you was to make sure to awaken later and not turn your nap into a deep sleep. You were notorious for being a deep sleeper the moment your eyes closed. There were plenty of times when you fell asleep on his shoulder and he would need to shake you awake or ask for assistance in carrying you to your room.

"Maybe that's why you have vivid dreams." He once teased when you were still in King's Landing.

You were still uncertain if your deep sleep that evening served to your detriment or benefit.

You find yourself waking when the moon was full and the night was at its darkest. But as you grabbed your dark cloak, you were startled to see and hear a lot of people still awake. The atmosphere was tense and everyone was gathered around the main hall. You decide to hide yourself in an alcove that still allowed you to listen to what was going on.

That was until people began exiting the hall and you were nearly trampled as you hid in your cloak. Until ser Erryk found you and was able to protect you from getting injured. You know it was ser Erryk because you could see the black corded necklace on his neck. You don't recall who exactly gave him a necklace with a simple sigil of protection. His twin has always fancied something a little more bold and showed of his pride in serving the King's family. But ser Erryk was satisfied with a simple corded necklace.

"Ser Erryk what's going on?"

"Lady Alys what are you doing here? You could've been injured."

"I was going to meet with Aemond." You notice how tense his face has become.

"I don't think that's a wise thing to do my Lady."

"But why? What happened." He looks around before he brings you into a hidden corner and kneels down to meet your eyes.

"It's all a mess, but I will do my best to explain what has happened."

And it was through him that you've learnt that Aemond has claimed Vhagar and got into a squabble with Rhaena. Baella joined in to protect her sister. Aemond in the heat of the moment called Jace and Lucerys bastards, and the squabble resulted into Lucerys slicing Aemond's eye.

"N-No."

"It's true my lady. And just now the Queen has asked for an eye from your brother in exchange for blinding Aemond in one eye. She even ordered ser Criston Cole to do so. And when he was prevented from doing so, the Queen took matters into her own hands and using the King's blade attempted to do so. Your mother held her back with an injury on her hand."

"Oh no, but I need to see Aemond."

"My lady, it's safer if you return to your chambers. The Kingsguards who are allied with the greens are not so friendly to anyone from the blacks now."

"That's why I'm wearing a cloak ser Erryk, but it's important that I need to -"

"It's okay ser Erryk." You turn to face Aemond who was standing nearby. In a cloak of his own hiding his hair.

"I would like to speak with her alone ser Erryk. I won't hurt her."

"Very well my Prince." He moves to give enough distance for the two of you to talk but close enough to intervene if anything should happen.

"Aemond."

"You just woke up." The hidden meaning hurt you. And you feel yourself beginning to cry.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to do anything." He sighs and walks to you in the deep alcove. He was like the stranger coming for your death with the torches flaming behind him. And maybe it was a death of some kind. A death of your childhood together.

"Alys, this is goodbye."

"But why? It's our families who are quarrelling."

"You know how I feel about your brothers."

"I also know how you feel about my parentage but why does it have to end between us?"

"Ah Alys don't you get it? Unless you switch sides and support my brother's claim for the throne it's not going to work between us."

"That's your mother talking."

"It's the truth."

"Does she hate me? Even though all I've ever done was to spend my days with you?" You begin to stutter as you can't hold back your tears anymore.

"She hates your mother, and I know you love her very much."

"Another thing we have in common."

"Alys, you're not making this any easier." He begins to raise his voice a little but even you could see him begin to cry from his remaining right eye. At this moment you wished that the two of you had been born under different circumstances. No interfamily politics, no possibly deadly assassinations, just the two of you together.

"May I see it?"

He walks toward you as you gently reach out and touch his face. Careful not to touch the stitches. You clearly couldn't try massaging it but you use the brief time you have to do your best to use the energy in his blood to reduce the swelling.

"It's gone for good. You must think me hideous now."

"Everyone is hideous when they are hurt." You feel rather than see him wince at your comment. You do your best to be as gentle yet as efficient as possible.

"Are you going to force me to hate you when I let you go?"

"I cannot force you to do anything. I'm telling you things you are blind to when you are around me."

"Are you going to hate me now?" He has no reply but simply bows his head down.

"If only you were born as my sister. If only you were born to anyone but them."

"But I'm not. What sin have I committed against you to hate me so?" No answer.

"It's getting late, we depart as soon as possible away from Driftmark." He pulls you in for one last hug before he reluctantly pulls away and runs to his room.

And that was when you truly began to weep.

For days, you acted like you were in mourning. You gave your brothers the silent treatment to satisfy some arbitrary punishment from your end. They have your mother to scold and punish them. You have your silence.

But even you can't stay mad at them for long. No matter how much time you spent with Aemond, all of you were still children. And they were simply only doing what they thought was right. You are still uncertain if what Aemond did was right or wrong, but the results of that squabble made everything so much more worse.

In your period of silence, you find a what appears to be a prayer book. Not for the faith of the seven but rather for some of the Gods of Old Valyria. It being an old book, which was hidden away in a part of Dragonstone, you decide to take it to further your studies in High Valyrian. You were not yet fluent in the language but it was better to start somewhere than not starting at all.

As you progressed in your studies you began learning more about the mere scraps of Old Valyria's religion. Merexes, the Goddess of marriage, protection, mothers and women. In the Old Valyrian religion she was prayed for protection and defensive strategies of war. Her spouse, was the God of the Heavens, aggressive warfare, rulership, and men. His name was lost to time. Their son, the God of fire, volcanoes, warfare of all kinds, mining, and blacksmithing was Balerion. From the texts it suggests that he was a rather popular God despite having no wife or main consort. Dragons were his sacred animal, and was said to have been responsible for Dragons being able to bond with people at all.

If there is anyone who could help you understand and manage how to use your powers it must be him. The God with seven faces condemns any type of magical ability (or so the Septas and the Septons claim) and so you doubt that he would be useful for what you need to do.

A week after your sixteenth nameday, was your first prayer to Balerion. You decide to do it in the common tongue since you weren't confident in your abilities in High Valyrian just yet. And besides, if he's a God surely he will be able to understand your intent at the very least.

First part, state the aspects of the God you feel the most important for your request:

"Balerion of the fire;

Balerion of the volcanoes;

Balerion the creator of weapons through the divine forges"

Second, state your plea:

"I have abilities that I do not know how to control, I do not have anyone else to turn to."

Third, state why you need the God specifically:

"Your domain is fueled by the most sacred of energy that has brought both enlightenment and destruction. You are knowledgeable in the nuances of such energy."

Fourth, what do you plan to do should this happen:

"Help me, Great Balerion, whose sacred animal is the Dragon. Help me, and I will help your people in whatever I can."

Fifth, saying farewell:

"Consider my plea, Great Balerion, thank you for hearing me."

You spoke this prayer as much as you practically can. Which meant at least once a week. But it seems your prayers are not answered. Nothing has happened except self-exploration and secretly testing your abilities when no one is around. Your faith begins to waver and soon you forget your weekly prayer. Life goes on and before you knew it, you begin to simply control yourself through brief meditation. The maesters have given you a small time glass which was sufficient enough to help be mindful of the thoughts you have and the powers you possess. It turns out this had allowed you to at least have safe control over your hidden powers and prevented them from having another accident.

At least that is what you hoped.

Around this time you've also began having even more vivid dreams that didn't make sense. There was an air of familiarity, like you've known these people for a long time. You resided in a grand castle, grander than the Red Keep or any of the castles you have seen in person. The front door was guarded by what appeared to be a dragon, a griffin, and a winged horse of some kind. You recall reading and talking in an everlasting library close to the throne room. How you seem to instinctually know this is a mystery to you.

Speaking of mysteries, sometimes you find yourself spending time with a man dressed in all black. You could sense he had incredible power over this world and everyone at least paid him respects as he passed by. Sometimes he alone was with you, and other times a beautiful woman with long wavy raven hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and a voluptuous body, dressed in white with ever shifting patterns and colors that just seemed to make her even more beautiful, accompanied him to keep you company. Her necklace appeared to have a pendant of crow skull. And on his finger was a rose ring. You don't know why these things seemed significant but it seemed so. You are guessing she must be his wife since the way they are in each other's company reminds you of Corlys and Rhaenys. One of the few married couples who had a successful marriage.

"It will rush towards you." You recall her saying assuredly.

"When it does, just focus on your breath and what you have been doing for awhile. Otherwise you might get lost in it."

"Get lost in what?"

"You will find out soon Alys." The man says in a surprisingly gentle way.

It was one of the few things that you could still recall the moment you've awakened. You're not sure if this is Balerion's answer to your prayers. But you were thankful that you have at least someone among the divinity saying that you were doing well and to just keep it up.

Soon you recieve word from your mother and stepfather that you would be returning to King's landing. There was contention over Lucerys' position as heir to driftmark. Vaemond Velaryon seeks to claim that he has a better right over Driftmark than Lucerys and allegedly wishes to keep Driftmark within the Velaryon family.

"If he wants to keep it within the Velaryon family, why is he not petitioning on behalf of Baela and Rhaena?"

"Good point, you should tell Rhaena to say that. But nevertheless it is because he wants to embarass Lucerys and your mother." Your stepfather replies as you make your preparations to enter court.

"Father, I think Alys should be the one to make that statement. She's next in line after stepmother."

"No Rhaena this is something you should do."

"Alys, if you want to support Lucerys and make sure that Driftmark doesn't go to the greens, then you should make the statement."

"And I've told everyone in our eighteenth name day that I have no plans on actually ruling and so the next in line is Jace because I don't want to be involved in court politics." You find yourself catching your breath after you quickly try to convince Rhaena that you shouldn't be involved at all.

"It's a little too late for that I'm afraid. You'll have to learn to play it whether you like it or not." Your stepfather says, his tone one of gloom. He could tell you didn't want to do anything with courtly life and yet you have to.

"Is it too late for me too runaway to Essos?"

"I'm not sure you'll like it in Essos. You haven't developed anything that could help you survive there."

"But you'll love Pentos. They have an unfamiliar worship from either the Gods of Old Valyria and the Faith of the seven, but I'm sure you'll love it there."

"Pentos is an exception Rhaena."

"We still have our home there father, how about we ride there after all the court affairs have been resolved."

"Rhaena I don't have a dragon."

"You could ride with me."

"Rhaena, Morning is not yet ready for two riders."

"It's okay Rhaena." You finally reassure her that a dragon ride to Pentos was appreciated but is not feasible at the moment.

You wonder how Aemond has changed. Does he hate you now and now plans and assists in your murder? You at the very least know that Lucerys is in danger whenever he is in Aemond's presence.

And you couldn't help but sympathize with both of them.

You arrive at King's landing and the first place you've decided to go to once you've settled in you decide to go to the library. You began looking for any books concerning the Gods of Old Valyria. Particularly Balerion, maybe you've done something wrong that he has decided not to answer your prayers.

"An interest in Balerion the dragon?" You look up to see a man who seemed only a little bit older than you. Black haired with a bit of a stubble. He was attractive, his body (from what you can tell), was at the best midpoint between muscular and lean, his shoulders broad, and his hands big. Unsurprisingly he was at least a foot taller than you.

"Oh no, I am more interested in his namesake, the God Balerion. I've only heard and read about Balerion the dragon but not whom Balerion the God was."

"Oh? Quite the curiosity you have in exploring other religions when the God of the Seven is almost hounded on us here daily." You couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Let's just say I find the God of the Seven to be lacking in sympathy for who I am. And so I am striving to learn more about Balerion who might be able to help me. I'm sorry but I don't know your name good ser." He laughs and you couldn't help but feel your heart beating.

"I have many names. But you may call me Ion."

"A bit unusual for a name."

"I am someone unusual, around these parts at least."

"I see, where are you from and how did you end up in King's landing?"

"Do you have time? I might be stealing you from your duties here my lady."

"I do, as long as I don't miss dinner with my family I should be fine."

"And what may I call you? I would be at a loss if I did not know your name."

"Alys Velaryon ser Ion."

You two find a table and from your conversation you learn that he is a scholar and a warrior of some sort. He wasn't planning on joining the Kingsguard and yet he is not a sellsword. He was in the Red keep to meet the person who has acquired his services.

"You say you are not a sellsword and yet you are here to meet the person who has need of your services."

"My lady Alys I never mentioned that my services are that of a warrior. I am here in my capacity as a teacher for someone who had felt lonely for awhile."

You didn't know why this had touched you deep in your heart. The conversation ended there, but the two of you agree to meet again as he escorts you to your room to prepare for a dinner with your family.

"How will I know what hour you are available?" He smiles at you with a tenderness you never knew you were somehow missing. Almost as if you were being blessed just by gazing into his eyes.

"Trust me my lady. I will know when you are there." And then he leaves.

"Made a new friend?" Your mother asks as she sees you about to enter in your room.

"Maybe." You say coyly as you enter your chambers and you see your mother smiling at you with a knowing look.

Your days were filled with conversations with him to your surprise. A part of you was saddened that you haven't met Aemond yet. Or any of the main members of the Green faction. They may have seen you around but you may have been blind to them. Ion was there and had become your main escort around the Red Keep. You've learned that his interest in Old Valyria was about his heritage as well as his family. It was only up close that you noticed his eyes were a lighter shade of brown. In certain ways it was almost as if there was a hidden fire in the shade of his pupils.

Your conversations somehow was stirred toward the direction of how the Gods of Old Valyria may have wielded their power in their respective domains.

"They simply are. Merexes is the defense measure because her domain is to protect women, mothers, and the family. Balerion at his core is the fire that wields, that warms, and destroys. The Gods simply are, along with all their complexities of each."

"Ser Ion, may I ask your opinion...do you think Balerion did not answer my prayers because I am an unusual mortal?"

"Lady Alys, I believe he did not answer your prayers in the way that you expect. From what you have told me you have prayed to him to be able to control your powers. But underneath that, what you really are also seeking is a solution that would solve the divide and discord in your family and thus setting you free to be yourself. As you are, without judgment." You feel another shard once again pierce your heart as you feel the truth has been laid out on front of you.

"...You say that the Gods simply are?"

"Yes, even the God of the seven simply is. Even though the faith likes to exaggerate every now and then."

"Do you think, that it could work for someone like me? To simply be?" It was hurting you not to be able to tell him of your powers but you also don't know if he's secretly going to use this against you. Apart from Helaena by personality alone you are aware that there were talks of how unusual you are since you did not actively force your way into having a dragon. You were rather dull and someone who would rather spend her days in the library, in the beach, or in the garden.

"Yes, just see the parts of yourself in the abilities you wield. That is how I believe the Gods control their powers. It is why your mother is so admirable in my eyes. She may practice restraint and has to temper down and play the games of courtly affairs. But she simply is herself."

"Oh, thank you so much Ser Ion. You have no idea how much that has enlightened me. Oh I hope I haven't stolen you from the person you were bound to meet." He chuckles and you can't help but lighten up with what he says next.

"You're welcome, you haven't stolen me from anyone. You cannot steal what was never theirs in the first place. And you are more than worth any meeting I have had this far."

That evening, you decide to accompany your mother as she visits your grandfather in the evening. Tomorrow was the day of the trial, and if it was to be run by the hand, it would inevitably be decided in favor of Vaemond. Without your grandfather's help, you and your siblings by ser Harwin are doomed to be condemned in court. This was going to be your first visit to him, and from what you now see, his condition is worse.

"Hello grandfather, it's me Alys." You say as you sit on his right side and taking his hand. You allow your mother to take the side that was uncovered. As your mother pleads and talks with him, you do your own secret work by focusing on the energy that still exists within the blood. Compared to what you have experienced, this was far slower and it was closer to getting stagnant. You'll have to be gentle, otherwise you may accidentally start a war without even having met Aemond.

"Simply be." You tell yourself as you somehow give some of your energy into him. Encouraging blood circulation to areas that are crucial for him living.

"May I stay with him longer mother? This is the first time I've seen him."

"Of course darling. I trust you can find your way to your room?"

"Yes mother."

She leaves you as you go to his uncovered side and repeat what you have done. No one escapes death, but the least you could do is to delay your grandfather's death long enough for him to help your mother tomorrow. Slowly and ever surely as you gently introduce more energy into his blood, his breathing begins to be more normal than it was earlier. His pulse now at a healthy rate than the dangerously slow speed it was in.

That must be enough for now. If he can make it through the night, then you'll just repeat what you've done tonight to give him more strength to be able to assist in the trial.

You make your way to the Sedan that was adequate enough for you to lay your head as you began to sleep and restore your own energy.

You awaken not long after your grandfather begins to call for you.

"Ah Ahlys, you are still here?" His voice was much more clearer now than when your mother was talking with him.

"Yes grandfather I am here."

"Help me child. We need to go."

"Grandfather slow down." You immediately catch him before he fell over trying to stand up.

"Do you remember what my mother?"

"Something about a trial. Am I right child?"

"Yes you are grandfather."

"Then help me dress. Don't alert the servants, I'll dress simply. Your mother needs me."

"We all do grandfather."

You proceeded to help him dress, and to fasten his mask and delivered to him his cane. At first you thought you were ready to leave when he stopped you before you could help him out the door.

"Alys, go to the chest over there. Change into the violet dress."

"We don't have time for that grandfather."

"We do. It's important I...I want everyone to know that I want peace, and I need someone to represent that. It was your grandmother's favorite dress, and I just couldn't bear to part with it till now. Plea-please-"

"...Okay grandfather." You say as you make him sit as you quickly change behind the dressing screen. Putting it on now, you realize why it may have been grandmother Aemma's favorite. It was easy to put on while still being regal without being too grand. You arrange your hair in a simple half bun secured by the hairstick that accompanied the dress. Allowing your face to be seen while also allowing your own wavy hair to flow naturally.

The two of you make your way to the throne room. You pray to Balerion or whomever God or Goddess is listening that neither of you were too late. The Kingsguard offered to assist him but he refused them all and told them that you helping him was more than enough.

You were now on front of the doors. You hear some loud voices. You felt nervous, but your mother needed you. You take a breath before opening the doors.

Everyone turned to look at you. Otto Hightower was standing on front of the Iron Throne. Now is not the time to lose focus.

"And who might you be? We are currently in the middle of a trial and we would appreciate it if there be no more interruptions."

"I am a granddaughter helping her grandfather." You didn't pay attention to the startled gasps as you turn around and immediately assist in helping your grandfather walk straight towards the Iron Throne.

"That's Alys Velaryon?"

"Seven help me."

"I am starting to understand why Rhaenyra and Daemon didn't want her to be seen."

"I wonder what Aegon feels now that she has made her appearance."

"Oh I think we all know the real person we should be making that inquiry to."

"I wonder if they have already met in private, they were incredibly close before the incident at Driftmark."

"I can't read his expression, maybe he doesn't care about her anymore."

You block out anymore gossips that you inevitably heard and focus on helping your grandfather take his place on the Iron Throne.

"I will be sitting today Otto." He says before taking your hand as you help him. Along the way his crown falls and he nearly fell over reaching for it had you not had a steady hand and was insistent that he be seated first. From your periphery you see Daemon reach for the crown and reverently places it back on your grandfather's head. Once that was done, you turn to make your way down, but your grandfather stops you.

"Alys dear, please stay by my side. It'll be easier than having to come back here just to assist me."

"Very well your grace." He was acting as the King now and you carefully step to the side and turn to face the crowd for the first time.

It was also your first time seeing him.

Who else would have an eyepatch if not Aemond.

From where you were standing, he now towers over his siblings. And has now grown into a man.

Your gazes meet.

You couldn't tell what he was feeling. Maybe it's the distance or maybe it's because he has learned to hide how he feels. Both are reasonable.

"Before we begin, I'd like to say that my granddaughter Alys looks beautiful in the violet gown she is wearing. Wouldn't you agree Rhaenyra?"

"Yes your grace she looks quite wonderful. It fits her quite well."

"And do you remember this dress?"

"It was my mother's favorite dress." You could see Alicent's eyes widen.

"Aemma has always said that violet was the appropriate color for peace. It's a product of talented dyers and artisans to make such a vibrant color. And it is because of this cooperation that clothing in this color was almost always the best. To Aemma it proved that it was possible to rise above pettiness and to actually achieve what was best for the realm. I feel like this needed to be a reminder to everyone."

A figure in the distant corner of the room caught your attention. But you couldn't be too obvious as to who it might probably be. You fix your gaze straight ahead as you use your periphery to see who it was.

Ser Ion looked relaxed in his hidden corner. You may not be able to see his expression, but you felt reassured that what you were doing was right.

At the same time you could also feel Aemond gaze at you. You feel your blood rush. You're uncertain if it was because he has any ill will to you or maybe it was just out of curiosity.

Either way, you're bound to find out soon enough.

Bonus:

Before puberty.

Aegon: I am so glad I'm not marrying Alys, she's a dragonless twit like you.

Aemond: Leave her alone she's my best friend.

After puberty.

Aegon: FUCK she could've been my wife? Mother why did you reject the proposal?

Aemond: Leave her the fuck alone she's mine.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this. I'm wondering if any of you have caught the seeds to the main conflict. Please leave comments or feedback. Thank you :)

#aemond x fem!reader #Aemond x reader #House of the Dragon #Hotd #Zaldrizo lentor #The Sandman netflix #House of the dragon x Sandman #Crossover fic #Sandman fanfiction #Hotd fanfiction #House of the dragon fanfiction #Higher Intervention

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arleniansdoodles · 1 year

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Hello there! First, let me say that your story idea is so amazing and well thought out! I am craving more content involving these characters and to see someone trying to address one of the biggest loose threads of the new God of War duology while also building up the worlds and letting the characters shine through? Astounding.

I did have an idea i wanted to run by you in this case. As we see in the games (and history) , the Nodic people have a tradition of their last names showing their parentage (prime example: Thrud Thorsdottir). I was wondering if Atreus, being Nordic and this never being brought up in the game, travels the realms stating he is Loki Kratosson (or even Laufeyson if he's either feeling a bit disheartened from his father's secret past that he kept from him or simply trying to be discreet and not let people recognize who his father is). Another thing that would absolutely shatter my soul (in a good way) is that after getting to the 8 realms and reconciling with Kratos, Calliope took up the surname Kratosdottir. It may not need to happen because you mentioned how strained their relationship is and fixing it will take a lot of work. I just thought it'd be a nice addition. Whenever you can, let me know your thoughts

Heyo! Thank you so much for your kind words!! <333 Even though I haven't finished the story yet (and I do have a writing update to share after this) I'm glad to hear you like the route I'm taking with it so far! :D

Interestingly (from my loose research), Loki in the Norse myths uses the name Laufeyjarson instead of taking after his father's name. From what I've heard, using a patronymic is the general custom, so Loki kinda stands out because of that. In the case of GoW, I'm honestly not sure which one he'd go with because he has a good relationship with both. I could see him using either name in different situations - for example, with the Giants, they might be more comfortable using the name of someone they've known and lived with, so they call him Laufeyson (like with Angrboda often referring to him as Loki instead of Atreus). To other Giants, he may be called Loki Faurbautison (using Kratos' Giant name), and to others in the Nine Realms in general, just Kratosson if they're not familiar with the Giants' name for him.

On the other hand, if Atreus were to interact with people in Greece, I think it'd be safer if he didn't use Kratos' name at all. From what I've seen, Ancient Greeks' surnames could include patronymics, occupations, descriptions of the person, etc. In my story, Calliope always introduces herself as "Calliope of Sparta," and Atreus is known as a Northman (or a northern barbarian to unkind folks). So I honestly think which surname they pick just depends on the situation ^^;;

As for what Calliope would pick, I think she'd stick with "Calliope of Sparta" for now. She may even refer to herself as "daughter of Lysandra" or "sister of Atreus," but it may take some time before she starts using Kratosdottir (or Faurbautisdottir to the Giants). I agree with you though, it would be a very nice addition to the story! Thank you for sending me your ask, it was lots of fun to think about <333

In addition, here's my update on the fic's status, if people are interested (and asking for my GoW followers' thoughts wrt to the fic):

Unfortunately, I believe I have officially burnt myself out on GoW T_T I haven't been able to write anything new for this fic since my last update, approximately - and I'm also back in university on top of working full-time. I thought I got my motivation back, but it went right down the drain soon after (and honestly, I think it's just how big the fic has gotten that's overwhelmed me, plus the expanded cast of characters, so I only have myself to blame for that loll)

So here's what I'm wondering: should I just post all the chapters I have now instead of waiting until I've finished the whole thing (which I don't know when will happen), so would y'all prefer that I stick to my original plan and wait? Chances are, if I start posting now, I might get the motivation to continue writing, but currently I can't say for sure.

#asks #kyoshisimp #god of war #god of war ragnarok #au #if the entire story was solely focus on atreus and calliope with a small cast #i think i would've been able to finish it a while back #like my sifu fic loll i busted that one out in two months #30-ish chapters with a main cast of six ppl #and they all don't get together until the final section of the fic #so i got to focus on the mc's interactions with each one and not get overwhelmed #siiigh writing is hard :''''')#atreus #calliope #kratos

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lewstherintelescope · 1 year

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So, after the interview (see ~17:50) where Lord and Miller confirmed that Beyond the Spider-Verse will feature another "plot-integral" variant of Gwen Stacy based on [he got cut off before he could say what], most people have jumped to Earth-8. That world showing up does seem plausible (though I agree with this thread that it'd be better if it doesn't), but I'd like to toss out another proposal: Earth-617. If you've read the Spider-Gwen comics then you know where I'm going with this, but I'll try to explain it for those that haven't.

This will be kinda long, so strap in.

To make a long story short: Gwen is in a very dark place towards the end of the run. Suddenly she gets sucked into a portal that takes her to Earth-616's past, right after the death of George Stacy, and meets the version of herself from that world. Both Gwens at this point are struggling with finding any meaning in life, but they convince each other that maybe there's hope for the future after all. The timeline splits and Earth-617 is born.

However, there's a second story told in parallel: that of Utaa the Watcher of Earth-8. Because Earth-65 is part of the past of Earth-8's utopian future, he's very concerned as events there begin to differ from what they should be (such as Ben Parker encouraging murderous retribution rather than responsible restraint). When the portal is opened, he forsakes his oath of nonintervention and seeks to correct these divergences, believing that whoever made the portal is behind them.

Turns out he's wrong and the portal was actually made by a future version of Earth-617's Gwen (yes it's a paradox, isn't time travel fun?), who is similarly concerned about the state of Earth-65 but for the opposite reason: Utaa worries it's straying from the path it should be on, Gwen-617 worries it's locking itself down too firmly. She delivers this very meta speech:

"Uncle Ben's path was always possible. You just ignored it because it didn't fit the narrative you wanted. It was easy for you to watch when the outcome was unchallenging. But when it no longer suited your self-interest--what did you do then? You acted. And so did we. "You've watched since the beginning. When others were too blind, or grew too weary... you remained. "To sense the very fabric of what you watched being woven into a new shape--to see the possibilities spread out so fast and far... "I'm sure it makes you feel small. Why wouldn't it? You've heard that story so many times. "The darkest timeline. The villain out to crush all you've known and loved in the palm of her hand... Maybe it disappoints you not to find it here. "But in your hands you hold the power to fold time and space. To return to those moments that defined you any time you need them. So why not join us in trying something new? Something unpredictable. "...I'm the last person to judge someone for caring enough to fight for what they believe in. But maybe it's time to stop expecting--and start appreciating? "Change does not diminish us--it ensures our survival. What lies ahead is our story. And it only becomes more important when we share it."

Need I say more about why this would be relevant?

Now, am I expecting to see a plotline about the Watchers coming out of nowhere? Of course not lol, but I think the basic concept could still be adapted.

(Utaa's half of the story actually takes place on Earth-8—and results in literal children sassing him about their superior knowledge of the multiverse, poor guy—but as mentioned above I'm hoping they leave that world out of things.)

#gwen stacy #atsv #across the spider-verse #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #oh my god there are so many atsv tags i give up

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sanctaignorantia · 1 year

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The Devil’s Minion Week Tag Game

Moving on with the game since @devilsminion-armandiel tagged me. I'll see if I can answer everything since my memory always fails me!

1. If you could have three things from the books, which Devil’s Minion scenes would you want in the show?

I think definitely the scene where Armand takes care of Daniel, bathes him, cuts his beard and chooses what he has to wear. Next would be the scene where Daniel describes Armand with all that passion and desire for what he is, for all the evil he represents and how Daniel loves it and finally the scene in the Villa of Mysteries with them exchanging blood for the first time (Daniel going crazy missing Armand makes me very sensitive).

2. What is your favourite Devil’s Minion quote?

I'll put the quote in Brazilian Portuguese first:

"Amava a pele branca e macia, os grandes olhos castanhos. Amava-o não porque ele parecia um rapaz simpático e delicado, mas sim porque era horrível e detestável, e lindo, tudo ao mesmo tempo. Amava como as pessoas amam o mal, porque isso as excita até o fundo da alma. Imagine, matar assim, tirar uma vida no momento que desejar, simplesmente matar, enfiar os dentes em outro e tirar tudo o que o outro pode oferecer..."

"He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give."

3. Who do you think fell in love first?

Armand. Definitely Armand.

4. During their reunion, who do you think made the first move to reconcile? Or for the show only fans, who do you think will make the first move?

If the reunion concerns after Daniel is better then I can't say because I haven't read all the books yet, so I'll answer about the series which is also difficult because there may be details that would change their dynamic, but I think it would be Armand.

5. What is their favourite sleep position together?

Damn it! I think Armand would hug Daniel from behind or find some way to hold him close like a teddy bear.

6. What is (one of) your reunion headcanon?

I'm not there yet, one step at a time.

7. Who do they go to for advice about their relationship?

That's funny to think about, but it would certainly be Louis, but Louis would always be very quiet and just nod his head, since Daniel and Armand would say a lot of things and in the end they would both answer their own questions.

8. What is a gift they gave the other that the other values most?

Daniel keeps the amulet with all his love and I don't know about Armand… I really need to read the rest of the books! XD

9. In a 100 years from now, what are they doing?

Oh… they'd be being themselves, loving each other deeply and madly the way they know how. They'd still be arguing a lot, shouting at each other, but I think it would all end in laughter and affection, kisses and the exchange of blood. I think they would continue to travel the world, spend hours and hours marathoning movies and series, listening to loud music and singing in a karaoke that doesn't exist. They'd watch plays and have fun fooling people, they'd probably adopt not only dancers, but any other individual involved in art. When I look at them together I see that exciting, electrifying energy that truly passionate people have and that I've never felt, but hope to experience once before I die.

I tag @fofoqueirah and @laisofhyccara 🤭👍💜

#devil's minion week #devil's minion #armandaniel #armand x daniel #daniel molloy #armand #my-post

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markantonys · 2 years

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Do I give the tv series WoT another chance? Watched first 2 episodes...wasn't drawn to it.

personally i love it, so i'll always recommend anybody to give it a chance! and it is objectively true that it gets better after the first 2 episodes - those are definitely just setting up the story and a lot of it feels like pretty standard fantasy tropes and plotlines (especially lotr, which the first WOT book was intentionally written as a callback of), nothing too groundbreaking, but after that intro work is done, we start digging deeper into the world, lore, characters, and the heart of the story and plot, and we get to see more of the elements that make WOT unique and stand out from other fantasy series (especially the aes sedai and the white tower, which are in focus for episodes 4-6, and the whole concept of the dragon reborn, which is in focus for 7-8). (also i'm assuming here that you haven't read the books and aren't already familiar with WOT haha but correct me if i'm wrong!)

episodes 3 and 4 are my favorites of the season! 3 is a personal bias since the rand and mat travel plotline was my favorite and that's the focal plotline of that episode, but i think most people agree that 4 is objectively the strongest episode of the season. so if you have an hour or two to kill, i would recommend giving the next episode or two a shot! if you're still not into it, then maybe it's just not for you, but 3 and 4 are imo much more interesting than 1 and 2 and do lots of great work to deepen the characters and world that were established in 1 and 2.

#anonymous #answered

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junkdyke · 1 year

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so during the party the other night, i left my phone charging on the counter for a few hours. when i came back, i had another missed call from my exbf. another late-night missed call. this is the 6th time in the last ~2 months.

when we were together, we had a rule. He was not to call me past a certain hour because he would have already been drinking. He'd be incoherent over the phone, impossible to talk to, and would rarely remember the contents of discussion from the night before. Like an alcoholic gremlin. We established this rule early on in the relationship, and it held through the entire 8 years. Usually he followed the rule. Sometimes he didn't, and I'd answer. It'd be pleasant at first until he got worse and worse and the realization would set in. So then there were most times, where I'd just ignore it.

But now, it's always a late night call. And now, I never answer. The first couple of times, I answered. He had news, updates, it was nice to catch up. But then there were no news...he just wanted to talk.

Is he lonely? Is he lonely when he has friends, so many friends he can talk to? When we broke up, I had none. I had none to talk to about the breakup. The only 'friends' I had proximity to were his. The ones who didn't care for me because I was the young dumb girl that thought we were just in it for the imaginary sex that wasn't being had. I didn't have time to make my own friends because he was my friend, my only friend, the only person i had frequent contact with. So how is he lonely when he has options?

He just wants to chat, about nothing. Little nothings. I had 8 years of little nothings. Of numbness, of comfortable settling that I didn't want to challenge because i was scared of what would happen to lose that stability. I couldn't let go of the constant when it was all i had. All i had known since before i was even an adult. I knew nothing else. Haven't you wasted enough of my time? Was the entire first half of my adulthood not enough for you, that you need to take more??? All the parties, the socializing, the traveling, all of the things I deprived myself of in favor of wasting away in the comfort of nothingness with you, that I'm finally free to experience and indulge in, and you want to pull me back in??? Back to the life that feel like it was happening to someone else, so much nothingness that I can't even believe it was me. I cant believe that was me. And you want to drag me back??? Haven't you had your fill????

I was so scared, so responsible of your feelings and your life choices and what you might do if i leave. The guilt of what would happen if i let myself be happy and made the choice to leave. I can't be responsible anymore. That prison of taking care of you, when you were the one who was supposed to be the adult. I should have never been a fucking child taking care of you. that wasn't my responsible then, and it most certainly is not my responsibility now. I can't feel guilty over how pathetic you look, sobbing, stinking of booze, so fucking incoherent just sad, sad that you might lose me. When you knew you already had. You knew when i cried during sex all those years ago, you knew. I don't blame you for believing me when i said it was just me, i know i was a convincing liar, i lied to myself, i lied to you about why it could work. But i blame you for not being an adult and recognizing i was a fucking child who didn't fucking know who she was. For not letting me go and letting me figure it out. And you still don't get it, because here you still are. Trying to drag me back.

I don't need to wake up to a voicemail of you crying, telling me you hate me, telling me i'm your soulmate. You hate me, i hate you too. I hate you for the years you took from me, i hate you for the time i wasted, for letting me believe that i was incapable of intimacy and romance for so fucking long. I hate you for trying to keep me in the past. I hate you for still making me feel guilty because i can just picture you sad, on the other end of the line. I can't be responsible for your sadness anymore, i have too much inside to bear anyone else. please just leave me alone

#personal #anti men #i'm so fucking sad #just please stay out of my life #take a hint because i cant stand hurting you anymore but please #just leave me alone!!!#straight era

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aogiris-idiot-child · 2 years

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Ok, I did it.

I bought Violet.

It's Christmas, so I found it a good excuse to.

I'm holding out for Megas since Kalos is RIGHT THERE. (YOU CAN'T IGNORE IT NOW, GAME FREAK!!)

I mainly bought it because of the apparent time travel shenanigans (or the possible lack thereof if the theories are right) and the fact that AI people are confirmed to exist.

I just hope it still "feels" like pokemon despite all the new stuff. I didn't play gen 8 since it was so.... bland? I found it went in a weird direction and originally was afraid of my switch corrupting.

Now, my issue is with the people designs, but I will try to ignore it. At first, I thought the Pokémon were a bit over-designed, but upon closer inspection, they aren't that bad. Whenever I go back to look at them, I think, "You know, it's not as weird as I remember." Ghouldengo looks like it's related to Rotom, though the bag was kinda weird. He's just a funky guy, even though he could speak English and could probably have his own series on CW-Kids (AKA 4-Kids, more specifically Sonic-X). My sister says "string cheese." Otherwise, solid design.

Quaquaval was another one that I thought was weird and had too much going on... until I realized it's based on Festival and knows Brazilian dances. My only problem is it's legs, especially it's feet. Otherwise it just looks like Daffy's Brazillian cousin. Skeledirge sings opera and Meowscarada looks more rabbit than cat in some areas, but I guess it's a bipedal lynx, so that helps.

Personally, I'm wondering if I actually care about humanoid Pokémon, but I think the fact that you don't normally find them in the wild is a big factor. There's this big thing where Pokémon and their trainers look like each other to some extent. I also guess Pokémon always had clothes, it's just Cinderace that looks particularly weird to me. Something about its pants is just a bit too soft for me, at least compared to Lucario, who has shorts as well, but look significantly cooler than fluffy fire-ball bunny. (I don't know, I haven't watched the rest of Journeys yet).

Cetitan is definitely my favorite; it's a Narwhal on land—what's not to love? The only thing I'd change is all the markings, especially the spots on its belly. A lot of new Pokémon are definitely over

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #cetitan

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Also, I dunno if you've done much about Eomer and Eowyn, but I'd love to see 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10, and 12. This game is so much fun! ^_^

Heck yeah, sibling time, let's go! I'll try to keep these answers short, since there's so many of them, but we'll see how well that works, LOL

2. "My favorite scene of them"

It's kinda weird, but I actually really like that moment when he finds out she isn't actually dead and he's immediately like "NO TIME TO TALK GOTTA GO FAST" and just power-walks to the Houses of Healing without another word. You'd think I'd like the reunion better, when Eowyn actually wakes up, but there's just something so compelling about the anxiety beforehand; the sudden surge of "hope unlooked-for", as Tolkien put it, "and with it the bite of fear and care renewed". That odd mingling of love and fear and hope and despair and relief and dread and "maybe I haven't lost everything yet, but I still could", and the raw, instinctual, almost primal impulse of "no matter in what state I find her, I need to be where she is RIGHT HECKING NOW."

Someone else on this site has pointed out that the purest expression of love in LotR is following. I think Eomer running to Eowyn's side is a pretty good example.

3. "A random headcanon I have of them"

Eowyn is notoriously ticklish. Eomer knows all of her best tickle spots and will not hesitate to weaponize them for nefarious purposes whenever she gets too broody.

4. "My favorite thing about their friendship"

~Siblings~ :-D That's it, really, LOL

We don't get a lot of sibling relationships in LotR! Most of the important hobbits—excluding Sam—are all related in some shape or form, but you don't exactly get the same energy of "I grew up with you and have known you all my life and I can't stand your face but also I would commit murder for you" that you get with siblings. It's just a fun relationship dynamic to explore, and a rare one in this book.

(We probably would've seen that energy portrayed EVEN STRONGER with Boromir and Faramir, but by the time we meet Faramir, his big bro is...hm. Yeah. So that's a lot less fun. You kinda need both siblings to be alive to really see how the dynamics play out.)

5. "A scene I wish we had of them"

Just either one of them travelling to the other kingdom to meet their niblings. Bonus points if said niblings had just been born, and are now tiny little wrinkled potato versions of their respective parents. You just know that Eowyn would be the Cool Aunt with all the neat stories, and that Eomer would absolutely melt on the spot every time Eowyn put a newborn child of hers into his arms. T'would be heckin' adorable. I'd love to see it.

(Eomer always threatens to take his new niece or nephew with him, tucked into his coat as he rides, when it's time to go back to Rohan. "This is mine now, I'm keeping it." "NO.")

8. "Who I think is the crazier one"

Eesh, that's a toughie. Eowyn is "will secretly plan to go to war even though everyone else tells me not to" crazy, and Eomer is "will launch a furious assault on the enemy to avenge my sister's death without even checking that she's for sure dead first" crazy. Deciding which of those is the more bat-crap insane comes down, I think, to subjective personal opinion.

I'm gonna take the boring answer and say I have no idea, but in any case it's clear that crazy runs in that family. It's a wonder that Theoden isn't more off his rocker than he already is.

10. "A song that reminds me of them"

Let's go with "Hey Brother" by Avicii! It's one of my favorite songs in general anyway, and even though the lyrics aren't all that complex, it does make me think of their bond and their individual struggles.

(Plus it's just generally a bop LOL)

12. "A word to describe them"

Valiant, adj: “Very brave or bravely determined, especially when things are difficult or the situation gives no cause for hope.”

FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!

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hwrryscherry · 4 years

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The one where model Y/N is attacked in Paris.

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N are in Paris for Fashion Week 2020 earlier this year. To celebrate her first time walking for Gucci, Harry decides to take her out for a dinner date when a crazy youtube prankster attacks her while leaving the restaurant and Harry get furious as standing up to defend his girl.

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warning: rude and disrespectful attitude, invasion of personal space, violence, anxiety attack quote. DON’T read it if you feel uncomfortable.

author’s note: HIII, I know this took me a while. I was working on it when I got a cold and just couldn’t think of anything to finish writing this, but I’m much better now for god’s sake. I’d like to apologize with whoever requested this for taking such a long time to post it and say a huge thank you or requesting this too! This is completely inspired by what happened to Gigi Hadid in 2016(I guess) and I remember seeing this video and thinking why someone would do that, also, Gigi said once that the guy was lucky Zayn wasn’t with her sooooo I guess I just think Harry would be so furious because even though he’s a very chill guy, his girl safety and well being is the one thing that matters the most to him.

gigi’s video for the ones who didn’t see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjsPmjqmcvs

February 27th, 2020

Today was the first time that you ever walked for Gucci, and it was amazing, you were beyond happy because getting where you are today being a short model and only being 22 years old it's something to be proud of. It hasn't been easy all the time but you were slowly making your way to the top and that's more than enough. And you were highly grateful for Harry either, of course you walked Gucci's show because of your talent and hard working and no one doubted that, but Harry did a important role in your newest contract with Gucci because you met the team because of him and his Gucci obsession. But anyway, the fashion show was amazing, and you had Harry on the crowd cheering for you all the time and God, he was so proud! He couldn’t even handle himself. He was recording everything and even got up when you did the catwalk next to him as he kept taking multiple pictures. If you have to be real, almost 90% of those pictures looked really bad because he wasn't focusing on the phone but he also wanted to register this moment and when you'd look through them later you'd actually laugh because most of them had a very blur image.

When the fashion show ended, he had to congratulate you backstage. As you were starting to take off your outfit, you listened to your boyfriend's rough voice making you turn around to face him and see the biggest smile on his face, you could clearly see his dimples on the side of his cheek. He walked over to you instantly wrapping his strong arms around your figure hugging you so tight that you were even afraid that he would get the feat of ruining the rest of clothes you still had on.

— You were so great, I'm so pround of you! — Harry said on a low tone next to your ear before breaking the hug and looking carefully to your face. You had this crazy green eyeshadow that were halfway gone by now which caused him to chuckle — I love your eye look, it looks fabulous! — Harry said making you bend over to stare at the mirror behind you only realizing now you haven't finished taking off your makeup yet. You stand straight again giving him a mocking expression as you grabbed the makeup wipe you were using from the makeup table behind both of you.

— I know, I'm thinking about wearing this everywhere because it's just really fashion! — you ironically said taking a smirk out of him as you turned around sitting on the chair in front of the mirror so you could have a sight of how you're makeup were doing — But thank you, you know I appreciate it!

— I do! And that's why I'll congratulate you by taking you out for dinner tonight! — Harry said walking towards you resting his hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them gently as he bends over giving you a small kiss on your neck.

— Oh, like a dinner date? — You'd ask with a smirk on as you felt goosebumps on your kiss with his little kiss.

— Exactly like a dinner date! And later, we can have our own private celebration! — He'd say with a smirk on his lips as you finished taking your makeup off — What d' you think? Sounds good? — He asked you and you nodded at him and just some minutes later you both were out stage going back to your hotel in Paris. Harry called Jeff and asked him if he could make a reservation for both of you for tonight around 8 pm and he glady did, so as it was already 6 pm and as you both were probably the one couple in the world who takes the longest to get ready, you'd come back to the hotel and started getting ready already.

Jeff made an appointment for both of you to go to Le Cinq restaurant which is located near the Eiffel Tower and Arc of Triumph. You absolutely loved Paris at night, for some reason it seemed more magical and interesting to you. The weather, the lights, the fashion and the language that you learned to master well through the years warmed your heart whenever you’d go there. When you were a child, you got used to always hearing your mom tells you:’’whenever you’re in love, go to Paris’’, and for this reason Paris was one of the first places where you and Harry traveled together as couple. Harry didn’t use to travel a lot for by the way. MOst of the time, he used to travel for work, so this changed a lot since you started dating because you love to travel. You’ve always been a free spirit person, the kind of person that goes wherever the winds takes you so with the time Harry became like this too as you started taking him to do the craziest things on the craziest places around the world.

You felt the car slower it’s velocity as it got closer to the front of the restaurant, and you both could see by the window that the front was packed. As it was Paris Fashion Week, there were a lot of celebrities in the city and usually, fans settled in front of popular places around the city hoping they’d have a chance to meet their favorite celebs and even though you were already used to crowds at this point of your life, they’d still make you a little nervous, especially when it was in places not well known to you like a city you don’t live on.

— You’ll have to guide me because these shoes are really high and I don't want to step on anyone's feet — You said to Harry while putting your phone in the small black Prada bag you carried with you with your head down looking carefully to it because you’ve lost the count of how many times you thought you had put the phone inside your bag and you didn’t.

— It's alright! Hold my hand because there are a lot of people here! — Said Harry bringing his left hand up to your face to put a lock of hair of yours that fell in your face behind your ear and you nodded to him. Harry was really protective over you, and he has been that way since the beginning of your relationship. He’d always put your safety first anytime you’d go out together. When it was his about his concerts, you’d usually discuss about the fact that you want to be in the audience and he wants you to be backstage. It’d taken you a few minutes to convince him that everything was going to be fine, but it would also have days that it didn’t matter how much time you try to convince him he’d beg you to stay backstage so he could be relaxed during the performance. But you were grateful for him being that way, you were grateful that he cared so much about your well being because you know exactly how much some relationships can be destructive and you felt lucky to have someone this good in your life. Of course he wasn’t perfect, neither of you were but who is? He tried his best and that’s what matters the most.

But anyway, Harry held your hand tightly and opened the car door, immediately feeling the camera’s flashes burning your faces and listening to some fans starting to shout. Harry’s bodyguards got between both of you and the crowd guiding your way to the entrance of the restaurant and you felt the heat from the crowd instantly even though the weather in Paris was only 59°F, it’d feel lot warmer until you entered the place. And that is one special kind of a place, The decoration was perfectly splendid, gorgeous and marvelous if you must say. The touches of gold and light blue mixed with the yellow coloration of lights and the spectacular french food scent brought a cozy and elegant vibe.The restaurant was a little full, nothing out of the common and you observed the many different sizes of tables and the groups of people in it.

You both were taken to your table that was located next to the windows but wasn’t actually on the windows at it still had people outside and it feels weird to eat with people watching you. Anyway, Harry as the gentleman he is pulled the chair for you as he always did even though you had told him there’s no need for that. You both ordered glasses of your favorite white wine, neither of you were heavy drinkers but as it was a celebration it was much needed. The date happened naturally, just as all the laughing, talking and even gossips. This the casual couple gossip that you two would have, but it happened naturally. None of you ever felt like you had to pretend to be anybody else except yourself around each other.

During the night, Harry would get lost in your face admiring your features while you’re talking. He would admire the way your eyebrows move when you’d change expressions, the way your eyes would form a very tiny line when you tried to see something that was away from you, he’d admire your smile and the sound of your laugh anytime you’d remember of something funny or he’d tell you something funny and he’d think of how lucky he is to have you, because even though he knows that sometimes he can be a pain in the ass(just as you can too) , you’re very lucky to have one another and to have someone who would make you feel this great and free about who you are. Because who you are is exactly who you need to be. Of course both of you believes that changing and envolving it’s the most important thing to do and sometimes you’d be surprised to see how much you both grew from the beginning of your relationship until today and that would bring smile to your faces. He feels lucky to be able to call you his girl, and god you loved when he’d do it. You loved when he was about to present you to someone and say ‘’This is my girl Y/N’’, it’d cause you to open a big smile because it felt natural. You’re his and he’s yours, period.

When you both decided it was time to call it a night Harry paid the check against what you wanted because you wanted to pay this time. You’d honestly hate to have people paying for you, and this would usually be a point of discussion between you and Harry. You don't know why but you hate it, and it's just the gentleman in Harry wanting to spoil his girl again and again until he get tired of doing it, but he never does.

You were about to leave the restaurant when Harry slid his right hand around your waist bringing you closer to him very calmly to kiss your cheek.

— I know you want to say hi to everyone but just walk to the car, alright? — He'd lowly talk next to your ear making you look at him with a serious expression — It's for your safety, love! It's late now, and we don't know who's there. — And he was right, it was past midnight now and there were still some people out there. How can they stand there in this cold weather? But anyway, you agreed with him as you both walked your way to outside. You felt flashes again, blinding flashing lights making you look to the ground as Harry held his hand on the back of your back guiding you to the car.

As you walked towards the car, you felt a small hand touch your arm and you looked over to see a little girl with probably 12 or 13 years. She pursued tired eyes, and your heart ached with just the thought of keeping walking back to the car because you had no idea of how much time she’s been outside waiting for you so you stopped walking and bend down a little to get close to her height which made Harry stops walking immediately looking a little surprised but he understood when he saw you taking a picture with the little girl and how your face lightens up after it. You asked her what was her name and her age and she answered that her name was Lily and she was 13 she told you that she wants to be a model just like you when she grows older and that melted your heart. You smiled at her and told her that she could do whatever she wanted to and told her that when she grows up and becomes a model, you’d love to walk a show with her. When you’d stand up again you saw Harry looking at you with a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t deny he loves your kindness to every person in the world. It made his heart happy to know that he’s with someone with the same life philosophy than him. So he turned around to open the car door for you when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist lifting you up and you froze.

— What the fu... — You'd shout before starting to hit him on his arms with your elbows as you'd move your legs trying to kick him with your heels. You'd feel flashes on your face and heat on your body increasing. It was the adrenaline and you were furious at this point. — Get...Off...Me — You'd shout as you'd hit his face with your elbows as well, Harry looked over to you and stormed out. He'd swear he'd never been like this in his life, he'd basically run to behind the guy's back and put his arm around his neck, Harry'd give him a punch right in the middle of his back and a slightly kick on the back of his knee to destabilise the guy which put you free by the moment he started to fall. Harry's bodyguard would hold you immediately trying to push you away from the crowd as you looked at Harry pushing the guy away from you.

— What the fuck were you doing? — Harry'd shout right into the man's face and watch as the man started to walk away from the crowd but Harry would go after him. Harry swears to god he couldn't even feel his body at the time. He was completely numb, moved by adrenaline and all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of that man. — WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? — Harry'd shout walking after him getting no response which just made him angrier. At that time he didn't care about the cameras or whoever was watching him, he couldn't calm down when someone threated his girl safety and personal space. It didn't even need to be you. If he saw anyone threatening a woman's safety, he'd freak out in anger.

You felt the bodyguards strong hands trying to push you away from the situation because that's what Harry would want him to do. He tried walking you towards the car, but you were reluctantly screaming for Harry because he could get himself hurt if he didn't come back to the car now. The other bodyguard walked after Harry grabbing him by the arm and Harry turned over to look at him with so much anger on his look and you'd swear you never saw him like this but then he did started walking over to you again.

You finally entered the car and closed the door. You felt in panic. Basically paralyzed, you felt your anxiety attacking and your hands shaking. You could literally hear your heart beating so fast and loud that it scares you.

— Go get him! Follow him to hell. I don't care! Take him to the police office! — You'd listen to Harry talks firmly to his bodyguards as he opened the car's door and entered in it. He took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you. His heart broke at that moment. You were a mess. You couldn't even feel the tears leaving your eyes, but he did see them. He saw your hands shaking and how scared your eyes looked and at that moment all of his anger left his body — Love... — He'd sigh getting closer to you while wrapping his arms around your now-fragile figure. He could feel your entire body shaking on his arms. He caressed your hair with one of his hands as he hugged you tight to calm you down. He'd look to the driver and make a sign for him to start driving back to your hotel — Are ya okay? You're hurt? Did he hurt you? — He'd talk on a calm tone squeezing you a little on his arms. You'd lift your head up to look at him with red wet eyes shaking your head to him.

— I'm sorry! — You'd say lowly. He did tell you to walk straight to the car, and you didn't listen to him.

— It's not your fault, love! — He'd say wiping some of your tears and then carefully kissing both of cheeks — Don't worry about it, everything's gonna be fine, alright? It's okay!

You'd spent the rest of the ride in silence. A comfortable silence. You'd be laying your head on his shoulder while holding his head getting your breathing and heart back to normal and your phones would start buzzing with notifications of what happened but none of you would see it, not now.

When you got to your hotel, you'd get out of the car in the garage. You'd both walk slowly to the elevator and slowing to your room. You entered the room going directly to the king sized bed and throwing yourself in it because you felt like getting in a coma and just waking up to a time where all this drama would go away. Harry'd walk towards you and sit in bed beside you. He'd put both of his hands on your shoulders massaging them slowly.

— I'll prepare you a bath, so you can relax a little before sleeping, how's that sound? — He'd say trying to cheer you up a little bit.

— Sounds great, thank you love! — You'd turn your head to look at him with a forced smile on your lips. Harry'd bend down to kiss your hair line before leaving to the bathroom.

He'd try his best to make you feel the most comfortable to sleep tonight. He'd prepare you a bath. He'd give you a message, he'd brush your hair for you but actually, he loves to do that. He loves to brush your hair before you go to bed, it was more like a routine for you both. He loves to feel your long locks on his fingers and to feel the sweet scent of it. He'd cuddle you until you fall asleep too, he'd even be the big spoon tonight so you could sleep on his chest breathing his perfume because he hoped that'd make you have a good night of sleep.

And after you did, he'd look on the things on his phone. All the posts about you being attacked in Paris and him beating the guy who did it were just too much and he felt sorry that you'd have to see and read all of those stuff as soon as you unblock your phone. A lot of your friends texted him asking what happened and if you were ok. He'd answer the closest ones only, like his mom and Gemma, your mom, Bella and Jeff. He didn't know what you'll decide about the next fashion shows you had to walk, but he also knows that no one would blame you if you just chose to come back home in NYC.

Harry didn't sleep at that night at all, he couldn't stop looking for what happened and why it happened. The next day, it was everywhere in the media and later you'd found out that the guy was a youtuber and he was making a prank when he posted his stupid youtube vlog with "I pranked Harry Styles's girlfriend and he punched me" as a title. You'd sue him for sure. You don't like taking those kind of actions, but it was necessary, he had to understand that you cannot disrespect people like this, specially people you don't know.

After that you'd probably understand why Harry is so protective over you and Harry would actually get ten times more protective, if I had to be honest. But as the time passed by and quarantine came you both would leave it behind and move on with your life because in the end of the day you both will still have one another.

#harry styles and y/n #harry and y/n #hwrryscherry #HARRYxMODELY/N #harry x reader #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine

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melxncholymermxid · 3 years

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2021: A Year in Review

I'm normally the last person to toot my own horn and give myself flowers, but I've seen a couple posts about what we all accomplished this year, and I wanna partake.

Early 2021 was rough. A close friend had recently been in a car accident and without a car. I'd been with her at the time and we worked together, so I offered to drive her around. She has kids so it wasn't just work, it was day care, school, groceries, her dates (she had an awful breakup in summer 2020 and she was starting to get over it), smoke seshes (she lived with her mom and without a car had nowhere to smoke and she needed to to be able to eat/sleep/etc), and any other obligations she had. This lead to having issues with getting to work myself, along with burn out and resentment on both ends in our friendship.

We also got two new managers who came from a less busy store and, to be fair to them, had no idea what they were getting into. I slowly became one of the most depended on in my department while simultaneously getting shit from managers who only seemed to notice me when I did something wrong.

I started a new job in May while continuing to stay at my old one. Haven't done that since I was 18 and my new job was EXTREMELY physically demanding. Between the two jobs, stress and little to no free time to eat, I lost quite a bit of weight. I've always had body image issues and the threat gaining it all back if I quit kept me at a work flow that I knew I really couldn't manage.

At my former job there was a posting to work at one of the locations in the Hamptons (an hour ride from where I lived). They offered to pay for travel and to raise the rate up to $18 (I made 15 and had never had a raise in nearly 2 years). This sounded like a great opportunity. The pros were

A break from my toxic store

More money

Change of pace

More freedom at my new store vs my old one

The cons however clearly outweighed them

1hr drive in traffic

Rude tourists and rich people

Still maintaining my 3-4 am job and barely sleeping before going in @12 (leaving at 11)

Working 8-9 hrs an hour away meaning getting home at 10-11 and sleeping 4 hrs before getting up and getting to my job at 3

Doing the hour drive every day, back and forth because my other job was right around the corner from my place

Not seeing my nana enough and feeling neglectful

After starting I learned that the "travel pay" was deducted from the check, and with the increase of income meant more taxes. In the end I think I made less/the same amount of money.

After the summer was over, and being practically begged by my new friends I've bonded with over the past 3/4 months to stay, I went back to my old store that was just as bad, if not worse then when I left. Another new manager and new hires that did not give a fuck (honestly, I get it) that had replaced all but one person from the old crew. When I returned, aside from getting shit from coworkers who looked down on me for leaving them, I was also alone for 6 out of my 8 hours I worked every night, closing alone. This included:

cleaning the entire department: foors, ovens, fryers(multiple times during a shift if the deli manager complained about the smell), all the dishes from the day (including morning crews mess), tables, the rotisserie chicken warmers(3) in the store, dusting the shelves in our department, and whatever else they needed

Doing 5+batches of rotisserie chickens in a small oven because our rotisserie oven was deemed unsafe by our Union and the store wouldn't call maintenance

Making fried chicken and getting a talking to every time it was empty even though it takes 15 minutes to cook and I could only make 4 packages at a time because one of our dryers was also broken

Spitting all of these chickens plus 3 bins for the morning(45 minute job) to use even though I can count on one hand the amount of times that I've walked in to work with full containers

Doing the prep work our full timer didn't get to that morning (even though when I didn't finish everything she was the first one to bring it to a managers attention)

Cooking the afternoon/night hot bar food, which pre-Covid was a 2-3 person job

On top of the stress of doing all of this alone, I was also ALONE, left to my own negative self talk and self deprecating inner monologue. It didn't help that I only got shit from every single one if my superiors

A rude older coworker who I always hear the shit she says about me from other people

A manager who to this day I still believe didn't like me because I'm black

A new manager who was the most disappointed that I left the week before he transferred to run our shit hole of a department

And multiple upper management who didn't understand how I couldn't handle the jobs of 3 people by myself

After two weeks of being back and already losing my second job, I quit. I was jobless for the first time in over two years. I was 23, an adult, and had nothing to show for it.

I live with my nana because my mother spent the first 20 years of my life being emotionally neglectful and abusive. After moving out 3/4 years prior, she's had a lot of shitty circumstances and even tho our relationship has gotten better, I've carried around guilt of leaving her a year or two after my dad left.

Late 2020 was awful in terms of my body image, sexuality, romantic/sexual relationships. I swore off the possibility of a love life; coupled with the burn out of early 2021 I started to enter my ✨nothing matters✨ phase.

Why was I killing myself working? What future was investing in?

The only positive I could cling onto is that I had saved enough to take a break from the work force. I decided to use my time to look and see what the community college was offering. Seeing as there were plenty of courses that had late registration, I enrolled and started a pharmacy technician program. I was going back to school.

As difficult as it's been to return to a school environment after 6 years of mental burnout from work and adjusting to online schooling, it's the best decision I've ever made. The program only takes a year and sets you up with a job after you complete the course and qualify for the cert exam.

Through the school I'm actually able to get mental health counseling for the first time in my life. I believe in therapy and medicine, but I never believed it would work for me. Somehow my suffering was so unique, I was beyond help. Obviously I'm not "cured", my depression didn't disappear overnight, but just talking to someone once a week who I know is there to help and not judge has made a huge difference.

I also was able to qualify for health insurance, and I have a whole bunch of doctor appointments set up after the new year.

In conclusion (gd this is so long), in the year where day-to-day I felt the least in control and on the right path, looking back now I realize even though its not easy, and there's a lot of work I'm not used to anymore, I am on the right path.

As someone who is incapable of setting long term goals on my own, school gives me a feasible, time constrained goal to work towards, and just a week ago I took a midterm and got the highest grade in my class.

As someone who has felt needy and stupid and wrong my entire life, I can now see a professional and have learned that I, as a person am okay, and everything I've deemed a weakness is just a response to the trauma I didn't believe I had. My anxieties and so many things I'm insecure about are coping mechanisms my childhood self needed in order to survive on my own mentally and emotionally while I was physically being depended upon by my parents to act as a third parent my whole life.

I had a breakthrough the other day regarding my pessimistic, existentialist attitude towards life and also my relationship with myself.

My self hate is rooted in the envy of what I believe I should be and my high expectations that I hold not only myself to but others as well. I'm far more judgemental of others than I previously thought. As someone who prides themselves on being kind and people pleasing and just being a non confrontational person by nature, this all trickles down and concentrates in how I feel about and regard myself.

The person that I hate isn't me, it's the version of myself I've always aspired to. Yet the person who deals with this hate is my inner child. I'm currently very detached from my physical state rn, seeing as I don't know much about her, but I know my inner child.

I know 4 year old me that had to adjust to no longer being the only child.

I know the 8 year old me who blocked out the fact that my dad repeatedly left my mother to raise me and my siblings on her own, on and off for most my entire childhood.

I know 11 year old me who was depressed, going through puberty and was constantly othered in middle school. The 11 year old who just wanted to feel pretty and wanted and had unmonitored internet access and talked to any adult man who wanted to talk to, and SEE, me.

I know 12 year old me who only felt release and control when seeing blood stain my sleeves with holes in the thumb. And later, the 12 year old who was caught and promised that she would start to be listened to and cared about more.

The 13 year old got used to promises not being kept.

15 year old me had to adjust to new people in a new state. She was warned since she started school that we would always move, but after 11 years of knowing everything she experienced was temporary, she had no idea how to "settle in".

16 year old me had a father leave home for the final time. And after mourning the lost of a parent, had to unlearn everything she knew about her favorite parent. While he was there emotionally, when he was there, he was probably the #1 factor in my mom hating her life and not being able to express her love for us properly. I thought for years that she fucking hated me, only to realize she didn't know how and couldn't afford to get help. And the 1st man I ever cared about turned out to be a cheating deadbeat who had no issue leaving the woman he used to love and 4 kids he still convinces himself that he does love to go see family who never really fucked with us like that. He got to have a girlfriend or two and travel while my mom looked for love in anyone who would offer, in return for a place to stay.

17 year old me graduated and became the only parental figure to a 2 year old step brother that her mother and abuser then-husband were too busy to give a shit about. Then I was finally able to get a job, through a very gracious gift from my nana that I couldn't even truly enjoy because mother used to resent me for my relationship with my nana.

I never got to experience a stable childhood, and because of the failings of adults before me I'm fighting an uphill battle. But for all these iterations of me, adult me has to step up. I can't be another adult who let's them down.

I think I've never felt ready, and possibly will never feel ready, for kids is because I've got plenty to handle already.

Not so much a resolution, but some semblance of motivation for 2022 and onwards:

Whether it's work/school related, fitness related, mental health related, etc. I'm not just doing it for me. I'm doing it for the child who had to do everything herself and then some.

Sorry about the long post, if you made it this far thank you, I love you. Have a happy new year 💓

#long post #trauma dump #2021 recap #new years resolutions #inner child work #burnout #depression #anxiety #therapy #college #life update

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years

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Porcelain Jekyll au

This is gonna be long so heres a tldr

TLDR: Jekyll gets taken to a sort of real nightmare party full of dolls, if he misbehaves they'll kill him and if he's a perfect gentleman he'll turn into a doll. There's a branch where he's rescued and two where he turns into a doll

•The au starts with Jekyll going to sleep, timeline honestly doesn't matter as long as Frankenstein, Jasper, and Jekyll are all around. Could start where tgs currently is? But Jasper doesn't accidentally wake Jekyll up in his panic

•"The Party of Dolls" is basically a supernatural nightmare? I haven't found a better explanation but basically it's a nightmare that's real and happening, while still "just" being a nightmare. It takes you to like a different dimension while you sleep basically? (The party of dolls isn't the only one but that's not relevant)

•The dolls invite specific people, they invite people who want to be perfect. People who dont want anyone to hate them or find a flaw. Jekyll fits this perfectly

•Jekyll is taken to the party. He tries to be polite despite being unnerved. There's another human at the party, he doesn't learn the man's name before the man gets ripped apart by the dolls for shouting

The dolls target specific people, but they can still take "fodder", people they know will immediately break the rules. So that their actual guests can learn what happens if they are impolite. The dolls also surround guest on all sides, and have them in the exact middle, so that the guest cannot just run out

•Jekyll is terrified, now knowing he'll die if he does something wrong, he tries his best to be perfect

•Unknown to Jekyll, if he's "perfect" he'll start turning into a doll. Ultimately it's a die or die situation

•Jekyll does start to notice the porcelain creeping up him, its be hard not to. He is very much (silently) panicking. But,, the more porcelain on him the more calm he becomes, the more he acts as if this is a simple party and nothing is wrong

•Eventually he reaches a point where he'd actively resist being taken away from the party, but still not fully covered by porcelain

A quick note, Hyde can't do anything about the situation. He wasn't invited and the dolls are suppressing him so much he can hardly even tell what's happening, or leave the mindscape. He's absolutely terrified about this because he can Feel something is wrong and everything is just becoming more and more suffocating

Now onto the branches! There are 2 and a half branches for this au!

Branch 1: Jekyll gets rescued

(Assuming this takes place at Chapter 11 Page 8)

•Jekyll is asleep on the couch, Jasper rushes in the room like his panic on the page except this time Jekyll does not wake up at Jasper's sudden entry. Jasper, noticing Jekyll is asleep, silently contemplates on if this problem is really worth waking Jekyll. Because on the one hand he's probably overreacting in his mind, but on the other Jekyll is really the only person he can panic to?

•He decides not to wake Jekyll, and wait until it's properly morning or noon?, now that the panic is a bit subdued he probably still has stuff to ask Jekyll

•He goes up to find Jekyll is still asleep, and Zosi frantically pawing at Jekyll's chest, occasionally nibbling him, and seemingly really wants to wake Jekyll up. Jasper tries to wake him up but it seems no matter how hard he tries Jekyll stays asleep

•Seeing how Lanyon probably isn't in the Society at the moment (and besides Jasper is pretty sure Robert dislikes him) and he's currently avoiding Rachel. Jasper cant ask Jekyll's friends if this is normal behavior. Why doesn't he ask the lodgers? Maybe a combination of they all seem busy and still being a bit intimidated by them? So he goes to his last best bet, Frankenstein. She's, kinda a doctor and has traveled quite a bit, so she may know whats up with Jekyll and why Zosi is panicking

Note: This whole decision happens in like a few seconds while Jasper is panicking

•Frankenstein does not ease Jasper's worries

•Ah, I guess there has to be some sort of tell, something that makes it clear someone is in one of these "supernatural nightmares" and that Jekyll is specifically in the party of dolls. Idk yet what that tell would be. But Frankenstein knows and thats all that matters

•They take Jekyll back to the attic, lock the entry, and make preparations for a rescue mission

•Frankenstein will be going in to try and distract the dolls while Jasper will be looking for Jekyll. Creature is there as plan B in case the dolls get hostile towards them (as Creature is fully capable of lifting them all up and running out of there. And the dolls are very likely to get hostile towards them)

•They get in, how? I have no clue. But they do. Probably a potion?

•Jasper quickly finds Jekyll and tries to convince him to leave. Much to Jasper's concern, Jekyll doesn't want to leave, and keeps brushing the danger off

Frankenstein and Jasper dont know much about the nightmare. Its likely all they know is that its filled with dolls and people who are "invited" are never seen again/found dead

•Frankenstein's distraction consists of pointing out flaws in how the dolls act. The dolls keep finding excuses, but eventually become agitated with her

•Japser notices the porcelain on Jekyll and loudly panics, attracting the already agitated dolls attention

•Creature picks them all up and runs towards the doors. Jekyll is greatly struggling against this rescue attempt, but once they get out of the building and onto the stretch of yard before the exit Jekyll calms down significantly

Jekyll did not actually calm down, but rather Hyde managed to weasel control after they left the building. Hyde absolutely does not want to be at this party, and Jekyll's struggling could've jeopardized the rescue

•They get back! Whatever porcelain was on Jekyll falls off him with ease. He's angry for maybe half a day or more. But when the doll's control completely leaves him, he's nothing but relieved

Sidenote: It seems reasonable that this whole experience would leave Jekyll with a fear of going to sleep. Perhaps give him something that can deter these types of nightmares? A desire for the comfort of another person, at least in the room, while he's asleep?

Branch 2: Jekyll fully turns into a doll

•Well either Jekyll went to sleep at his own home or some place where no one would think to look for him, as if he was right in the society they'd certainly take notice that something is wrong

•Jekyll fully turns to porcelain. Once he's a full doll they give him new clothes (the sand/beige colored suit I tend to draw porcelain Jekyll in)

Previously, Jekyll had been wearing the suit he wears at any formal party, like the ball in An Army Of Nightmares

•Porcelain Jekyll gets back to the real world. This is not entirely out of the ordinary for the dolls to do. If a guest was reasonably young or famous they'll be returned once a doll, to make themselves more known or respectable before they "die" and go back to the party full time

•Zosi notices something is Wrong while Jekyll is asleep and tries to wake him up to no avail, Zosi can't bark for attention and he's scared of leaving Jekyll alone, the few times he does go out to find someone he's largely ignored or avoided, or they misinterpret what the zombie pup wants. When Jekyll does wake up, Zosi immediately notices that it's not Jekyll, at least not anymore. Zosi knows he's supposed to get rid of any evil creatures, but this was once Jekyll. So the pup runs away and avoids him instead

•ooo I dont want to describe this whole branch? This has already taken way longer for me to write then I want XD, just check out this reblog chain about it bsksndks

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Branch 2 ½: Jekyll dies

•Jekyll fully turns into a doll, however instead of entering the real world his real body simply dies. He's found rotting in bed. "Jekyll" however, is still in the party. (Fun fact, this was the original plan for the au)

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Extra notes:

▪All the dolls in the party were once people, except for maybe one or two? A handful? But it has long since been lost who's who. And it never mattered

▪Lanyon would not have ever been invited to the party. He doesn't seem to want to be a gentleman, and he knows too much about etiquette to be fodder either

▪Jasper is a proper candidate to be invited, and in branch 2 "Jekyll" is giving him alot more lessons on how to be a proper gentleman, planning to invite Jasper to the party at some point

▪The party always has a host that they cycle though, the host talks to guests a bit more than everyone else

▪Porcelain Jekyll gets to keep his new clothes when returning to the real world

#porcelain Jekyll au #the glass scientists

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officialgritty · 3 years

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NHL FANTASY CUP ROUND 2

Here is the compilation post for all of the round 2 results, I hope you enjoyed and the next round will be posted ASAP! (and I actually mean ASAP this time)

If you want to join in, it’s not too late! Here’s the link to sign up for the taglist! If I am unable to tag you or you haven't been getting these, please do send me a message with your new user.

I’ve tried to keep my favourite responses short, purely because this post would be way too long. I appreciate all the reasoning given though!!!

Boston Bruins VS Vegas Golden Knights

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Bruins received 9 and the Golden Knights received 8.

Winner: Boston Bruins

My opinion: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YALL HAVE MANAGED TO GIVE THE LOSER A HIGHER SCORE SO I HAD TO CHANGE IT TO MATCH THE VOTES

My favourite responses:

“Chris Evans breaks swords with his biddies.”

“After time travelling thru the middle ages they finally get Knighted which gives them the ego boost needed to best the bruins.”

“I'd say that Ransom!Knives Out might have some hockey knowledge since he's a privileged white boy from New England.”

Los Angeles Kings VS New York Rangers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Kings received 4 and the Rangers received 13.

Winner: New York Rangers

My opinion: I don’t have one besides fuck the Burger King jersey.

My favourite responses:

“BURGER KING JERSEY!”

“Prince William is a lizard.”

“William’s receding hairline recedes so far that the flash of the paparazzi cameras shining off his nearly bald head is so blinding that anyone on the ice near him is stunned (attack points: 10)”

“HOW DID THIS MANAGE TO STILL BE RACISTS VS. RACISTS?!”

Ottawa Senators VS Carolina Hurricanes

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Senators received 6 and the Hurricanes received 11.

Winner: Carolina Hurricanes

My opinion: Oddly enough I don't have one.

My favourite responses:

“Alarms are scary but less scary than white men in suits yelling at you. Talk about no thanks.”

“Personalized hurricanes just about sum up the last year.”

Buffalo Sabres VS Montreal Canadiens

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Sabres received 6 and the Canadiens received 11.

Winner: Montreal Canadiens

My opinion: The Sabres can't catch a break even in fantasy land huh? I also don’t know what the French says, I gave up on learning it lmao

My favourite responses:

“I just really fucking love hummus.”

“Baise les épées. ils ne sont pas à la hauteur de ces baiseurs Français.”

“It's doubtful the Sabres will ever win another game again.”

Calgary Flames VS San Jose Sharks

(3 - 2)

Out of 17 votes the Flames received 11 and the Sharks received 6.

Winner: Calgary Flames

My opinion:

My favourite responses:

“The Flames will take inspiration from Sidney Crocsby.”

“Matthew Tkachuk somehow falls in the water and Coach Sutter rescues him by executing a perfect pike dive and punching the approaching hammerhead in the nose.”

“They’ve been working with Sharkboy from Sharkboy and Lavagirl.”

“Like Gary Bettman always says, ‘The flamethrowers have always been our enemy.’”

“They corral some of the local cows and try to ride them in the water. One of the refs quits during the second period and a mic catches him saying he isn't paid enough for this.” ... “Eventually the sharks (animals) start eating the cows and everyone calls it a day.”

Colorado Avalanche VS Vancouver Canucks

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Avalanche received 11 and the Canucks received 6.

Winner: Colorado Avalanche

My opinion: I swear I’m not making up these numbers, you guys have been divided the exact same amount!!! I’m losing it at the Colorado Assalanche omfg

My favourite responses:

“They’d all be too busy monologuing about MacKinnon’s ass to actually play.”

“Jake Virtanen looks with interest onto the twerking action.”

“The shake of the ass vibrates the ice hard enough that the puck slides into the opposing net and the Colorado Assalanche booty becomes the most powerful.”

“Following the game, several Canucks join a local theater group in the off season, with at least one abandoning pro hockey altogether in lieu of following his new dream of winning a Tony.”

Arizona Coyotes VS Philadelphia Flyers

(2 - 5)

Out of 17 votes the Coyotes received 3 and the Flyers received 14.

Winner: Philadelphia Flyers

My opinion: To the person who apologised to me after dissing the Flyers for their ‘embarrassing loss to the Rangers’, don't apologise. I have become void of emotion towards my team.

My favourite responses:

“This literally just turned into an ep of Looney Tunes somehow but we always gotta take Gritty over Wile E Coyote.”

“G R I T T Y and they would all look SO GOOD in cheerleader costumes.”

"Gritty can do what he wants, everyone knows that.”

Nashville Predators VS Florida Panthers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Predators received 6 and the Panthers received 11.

Winner: Florida Panthers

My opinion: I wanted the Preds to win but your opinions are valid. Doesn't mean i’m not upset tho :(

My favourite responses:

“Juuse Saros made 41 saves against the Panthers tonight and he WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN”

“Florida men don’t fear pregnant women.”

“Fear the Floridian man.”

“One of the Preds goes into labor during intermission which sets off two others throughout the second period like in a bad medical drama.”

The updated bracket:

Tagging:

@scheifefe @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @d00dlebob @bricksatlandyswindow @churchofrileytanev @moritzseider @itsjuliak5 @blvejackets @calgarycanuck @marc-andrefleury @kempe @bowenbyram @andrei-svech @itschellybear @lorrmorr @tkachuk-yeah @berrybreadd @museinmind @pizzarandomness @rosieberg18 @youngbeezersmixtape @klutchnetsov @crosbeezinthetrap @chaos-hockey @connormcdavo @holymysticjellyfish @timmy-schallers @stockyardsyndrome @hockey-more-like @hockey-is-my-love-language @all-eyezzz-on-me @iwantahockeyhimbo @theonlytorontomapleleaf @sweetlittlegingy @toplinetommy @grenawitka

#nhl #hockey #z’s fantasy cup

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husbandograveyard · 3 years

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Wootwoot! We made it you guys! May 4th is my one-year anniversary on Tumblr. With some ups and downs and over 300 requests written, I'm gonna go ahead and say it was a successful year!

Monday until next Sunday I will do another Mini HC event, like we did for valentine! Open for all my fandoms, with mystery prompts to choose from.

Until then, I wanted to do a sleepover event. Unlimited asks and interactions for the weekend cause I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long while!

You can send me any classic sleepover question

Kiss, marry, kill

Would you rather

Top 3/5/10...

Questions about me

Questions about my anime, writings...

Theories (keep em spoiler free though!)

For this event, I will engage in a little bit of selfship talk if anyone were to be interested. Ask me about my F/o's and tell me about yours! Dynamics, habits... anything!

Questions about OCs

If you need some inspiration, I have included a couple of lists below the cut with questions id be 100% okay with.

Also, if you just want to chat, tell me about your week, a funny thing that happened to you, or a fun fact (i love fun facts especially if it's creepy or an animal fact)... A N Y T H I N G is welcome! There is no limit to your asks, spam me if you want! ♡

Look forward to talking to you guys!

Ps, I'll tag these #1yearSleepover if you want to block something against spam

Questions for OCs - Specify which one! Taken from here

1. How many different places have they lived?

2. What is their dream vacation?

3. What is their favorite color?

4. What is their favorite book?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

7. How many partners have they had?

8. What is their favorite food?

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

13. What are their spending habits?

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

15. Are they religious?

16. If they could describe themself in one sentence, what would they say?

17. Do they have any overused catchphrases?

18. What makes them laugh?

19. Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did it affect them?

20. Do they have a fast reaction time, or slow?

21. How do they react to praise?

22. How do they react to criticism?

23. Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

24. What are their biggest pet peeves?

25. Do they have any type of handicaps? How do they manage them?

Other ask game - taken from here

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what’s your favorite planet?

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what’s winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

#sleepover #aksgames #1YearSleepover #scheduled post

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