#if only he wasnt stupid 💔

[torchiiko]

idk why when or how my dad became weirdly anti-vax & but im glad he wasnt in charge of my medical appointments as a kid bc what if i died of a preventable disease

i hate being sick. Why would i not want vaccines, the thing that drastically decreases my chances of getting sick & also gives me the best chance of recovery if i Do get sick? im not "brainwashed" i have a basic understanding of how vaccines work & i believe in science. its the same philosophy of letting your kid play with other sick kids to make them stronger except Safe bc no ones actually getting sick

like my arm is sore rn. this is the worst side effect ive yet to experience from a vaccination. the alternative is getting meningitis, which sounds like some sort of punishment for being alive. any kind of infection near your Brain & Spinal Cord sounds pretty serious so yknow. Dont Want That. a quick little shot to prevent pain, misery, & tons of medical debt. id rather be "brainwashed" than stuck in a hospital bed wishing there was some way to prevent it

[i-cant-sing]

i was just minding my business like scrolling to find new fics to read since i was so so bored and while i was finding some delicious fics (ahem ahem: yandere big brother bakugou x little sister reader) ur post suddenly idk the word (lumitaw (its a filo word)) and i was screaming and immediately dropped what i was supposed to read to read yours 😭😭😭

i got the worst memory ever to exist because i keep forgetting their names but i think i'll grasp them once the next chapter is out (hopefully) but yeaaah!!! baris reminds me of abbas in a way but ig he's a bit more.. brute yk what im talking about????? ig he's ok..

OH! and i have a theory about the painting, y/n's face getting smudged maybe because baldwin or SALAUDDIN decided to smudged it to forget how they look due to heartbroken (prob not baldwin,, but i feel like salauddin would do that ??) i guess im getting married again 😔😔 i feel like im betraying my pookie salauddin 💔💔💔🙏🙏 BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE SNOW!!!! AMAZING AS ALWAYS!! can't wait for the next one already!! 😭😭😭 i think i'll send more of my thoughts if something crosses over my mind (prob when im in the shower)

ooohh i like your theory(portrait pictures at the end). i like it a lot. expanding on it:

Baldwin would probably cause the painting to be smudged because he's kissing it, kissing your lips, drunk off his mind, tears streaming down his cheek as he spends hours sitting in front of it, talking to the painting as if u still exist, begging u to come back from heaven, even apologising for all he's done, just please- come back, angel...

Meanwhile Salauddin would probably be staring at your portrait angrily. He understands why you had to leave but.... you couldnt have told him where you were goinh? Do you not think he couldve protected you? He wouldve used his whole army, gathered Muslims from all around the world to protect you. Did you... did you not have the least bit faith in him? deep down, he knows u did this to prevent a war between him and baldwin but.... Salauddin wouldve gone to war for you. Happily. This wasnt your decision to make alone. Now, he stands in front of your portrait, he has it in his palace now, and he doesnt say voice it out like baldwin, but he has complaints. HE keeps them inside, mentally talking to you, telling you just how stupid you were for sacrificing yourself, for jumping off that stupid cliff. How u shouldve just- just asked him for help ONCE, and he wouldve fought until his last breath if it meant keeping u safe. In his mind, u sacrificed yourself to protect Baldwin from murdering innocent muslims or anyone else u wouldve seeked help from.

And now? All Salauddin can do is pray for you. He wakes up late into the night and sits on the prayer mat, making dua for you for hours, reading Quran for you, has animals slaughtered on eid on your behalf, even doing charity and hajj (pilgrimage) on your behalf, just so that you can have more good deeds in your name. He still has the chess board u gifted him, but he's stopped playing chess. He never played the game again, it was only a painful reminder of you. The one person who he could never beat.

As for your painting, why it was smudged? Salauddin didnt want anyone to see your beauty, thats why he kept the portrait hidden in his room, but then he feared that one day when he's not around anymore, someone will see you. So, he used a rag soaked in turpentine to smudge your face, but couldnt do more than just the bottom half of your face. He thought that was fine, after all, thats how u did often appear when you were around, wearing a niqaab, a veil that covered your face.

Now that he looks at your eyes, he realises his mistake. He heard the wise tell him-

"Eyes are the windows to the soul."

He now knows it to be true.

This is what I think the portraits look like:

Notice that this is the earrings Salauddin gifted Y/n when she was in the market with him:

How Baldwin's been:

[cookiekissercertified]

I have nothing to do so.

Time to make another post about my stupid contineuation of @fishymom-art s FaB au sighhhhhhh. I need to think of an actual name for this

Focusing on the Dark Cacao Kingdom....

Things are DEFINETLY different from the og post that i made. Because i finaly decided on what i wanted to do

Blows up.

Tw warning for like. Zombification(?), getting turned turned to ice, mentions of drowning, implied death

So. Recap abt Dark Cacao and Mysti

Dark Cacao started to become paranoid and afraid that the wall would collapse once more ad started to get into ice magic secretly without the knowledge of anyone. But the magic ended up getting out of control and ended up taking over Dark Cacao and his mind whic then lead him to freezing the entire kingdom, turning his subjects and warriors into living, mindless ice zombies that listened to his every command without hesitation. Mystic Flour also ended up becoming an ice statue, though she wasnt living like the rest, just a simply ice statue frozen in place.

TIME FOR EVERYTHING ELSE. GAH.

Dark Cacao decided to take Mystic Flours soul jam off her basically frozen corpse. He put it next to hison his sword and just acts like its his.

Dark Choco escaped the entire ice-fication, but he ended falling off the wall while trying to escape the frozen warriors and not only did the monsters of the Licorice sea beat him up, he also sunk to the bottom and drowned. (In the og post ik i said thsthe stayd alive but. I decided agaisnt that.)

Cloud Haetae also became one of the ice zombies. Though they dont do much since Dark Cacao doesnt want to make them fight.

Affogato also got somewhere in the mix and is also an ice zombie, hes back at his role as the royal advisor though he now ACTUALLY does his job

Crunchy Chip and Caramel are, ofcourse, ice zombies. The cream wolfs also werent spared 💔

Also me?? Drawing for this au??? Finally. Getting out of art block isnt easy </3

Dint change his design alot tbh this wasjust supit to be a excuse to draw him.

He is blind in his left eye since the ice basically deleted it

His colour scheme is way more muted and his skin is paler from the cold, hes got frostbite </3

Also his face is contantly stuck in a stoic expression and his eye turned more dark blue.

[canisbrutus]

*grovels on hands and knees*

Either Edgar or Casey hcs I need it I beg I beg I beg pls pls pls I love ur writing so good chefs kiss

allo allo o7 since i answered edgar already, time for casey.

Casey Harris ⚾

CW: mentions of/implied grooming. nothing explicit, but subject will be colored red if you wish to skip it.

The Basics:

puppies dog

look at him this man is practically a golden retriever in Frat form.

fun loving, and just as dumb; he's a simple guy with simple pleasures; mainly playing ball and hitting on girls.

generally speaking he was one of the nicer guys on the team, provided you weren't a Dick like jimmy and co.

a "stupid fucking ray of sunshine" depending on who you ask.

he just wanted to be liked, really.

above all else, praise is what kept him going; something he seldom got from his drunk father at home.

if only that didnt leave him... open.

(putting the rest under a cut because it does touch on a sensitive matter)

Extended Lores:

casey isn't the brightest, no.

he Did try for a long time to be, but it never really sunk in.

sure as hell wasnt easy with both ADHD and dyslexia kicking his ass.

eventually he did give up because he'd never be good enough for his miserable black hole of an old man academically, instead joining the sports team.

and there he found a 'better' father figure; one that actually seemed Interested in working with him towards his goals.

granted, burton's idea of helping involved steroids and calling him a sissy until he got swole.

and, well. let's just say i have my reasons for thinking burton isn't just interested in harassing the girls at the academy.

something about health class, i'm not getting into it because frankly its abhorrent, but something happened.

there will always be horrors but he always kept up a positive attitude; choking back whatever in favor of having a good time with his friends.

his friends, for the most part, being Dan and Bo, though he fraternized with all of the Jocks- Mandy included.

funny thing about dan, him and casey were actually very close in middle school.

upon entering the academy they briefly went separate ways due to the nature of their cliques, but casey missed him and didn't want his number one buddy to be 'lame,' so he ended up vouching for dan to join the football team.

also, dan was still pretty damn smart, especially with math and chemistry. who else was he gonna get homework help from?

(yes he did get math test answers from justin once, but only because hattrick usually puts a lot of Word Problems in his exams.)

speaking of that mission, since hattrick got fired before he could put out his last test casey Probably went and shook justin down for a refund.

he didnt get it, though, so he started beefing with the preps for a minute; usually via vandalism in the vale.

much to justin's displeasure, as you can imagine.

some flattery and perhaps a new pair of shoes gifted to the jock smoothed over that conflict, however.

this boy has potential for sure, but i dont think ive fleshed out the jocks enough to truly see his dynamics in full yet 💔 hums. i'll revisit him someday.

[hc masterpost]

[carb0n-m0n0xide]

John lore!

Tws: substance abuse, neglect(?)

Also its a lot tee hee (literally his ENTIRE life upto 28 yrs [current])

John was born july 9 :3 hes got an older sister (by 3 years) named Melissa, called Millie

John was a busy-minded child, though not productively. He would spend his time playing as any child might, and being quite social.

Also to say, his family is doing poorly (financially). His father died around after the time of Johns birth, and his mother was struggling to care for her children. But she did (girlboss)

(She did also tho set aside money for the children for their college. A separate bank account for them to access when the tine came. Keep this in mind.)

Anyeho, his mother began to notice somehting. John was doing ok education wise. His teachers would say he looked distracted or like he was zoning out (which he was). First his mother thought nothing of it, but later grew serious as his symptoms got more and affected his grades greatly

So when he was 9, he was diagnosed with adhd. His mother couldnt really afford meds, so she didnt. But she understood johns struggle and didnt get upset over hus grades

(And to be honest, it wasnt just the adhd. Hes genuinely kinda stupid 💔💔)

John had later entered high school, and grew jealous to hsi sister, her getting outstanding grades. She brought up the standard he thought he should meet, begining the start of a long, dreadful path

His sophomore year only got worse though. His mother finally got medication, but it worked a short while before a symptom of the meds settled: depression.

It didnt quite help for he was doing badly already, and this caused him to deteriorate a bit. Thinking he wasnt good enough, he was a failure, he couldnt do anything and better off dead

The poor boy struggled terribly, though remained bright and cheerful (externally). He didnt know what his mother and sister and friends might think if he showed how he really felt. When he was 17, he had to retake his junior year, causing more internal strife

He finally decided to tell someone, or a few- his close and small friendgroup. He tokd them everything, how he felt, his grades. And they didnt understand. They thought he was overexaggerating for attention, and eventually decided to unfriend him in the next few weeks.

This absolutely broke John, leaving him to put no effort into the rest of that year. He even didnt want to tell anyone about his problems anymore. He felt he might be disreguarded again, forgotten. But finally senior year came and went, spent alone trudging with trailing papers marked red with Fs and Ds.

(If his mother would ever bring up the topic of his friends, John would continue to lie and said they were still around)

He began to hate his sister with a burning passion. She was better than him in all the ways; she was young looking, atteactive, fit, employed, smart, and well-paid (she later became a veternarian). He grew distant from her and always argued, bringing confusion and pain to her and their mom

After high school finished, john was done. He felt hopeless and jsut done with everything. So in the span of a month he got a drivers liscence, bought an RV with his college money, and packed up and left. He knew he couldnt go anywhere, so he parked a distance away from home, taking all belongings and the meds.

At this point he was 19-20, but appeared older and dishevled (thus sellers not checking him when buying the following). His depression got worse and led to substance abuse of smoking and drinking. He was stuck in this state a long time

Finally his sister discovered his RV and began making frequent visits. John begged millie to not tell their mom of his existence, and though saying she agreed, she did not. (After every visit, shed update their mother.)

He grew less hatred to millie, but it didnt change much. He still didnt open up to her, and still avojded her reccomendations and job offers, staying a poor bum. (He woukd scavange food, only using his money for substances and meds)

This cycle lasted until he was 23, going on 24. Millie found him barely subconscious, drunkenly drowining in fears and memories of the past. Then he let it all out, sobbing into her and spilling all his feelings, all his thoughts.

She finally understood, and helped him for the next 2 years, getting him back on his feet. (She also decided it might be best for their mother to know now, and he agreed.)

Millie helped with him, and he went to rehab for his addictions. There he realized the culprit of his depression was the pills, but even after stopping his thiughts still stayed. This was expected, yet still unfortunate for him (and now he still struggles with these thoughts, but handles them way better). He also got many part time jobs, and later a full time one at a candy shop.

By age 28 (current age) he appeared a whole new person. Even got his RV fixed and cleaned up several times :3

He ofc still gon struggle, and thats his "trauma" in a sense. Hesitance to trusting others, depressive thoughts, and some tk relapse back into his addictions (though hes free 3 years now).

He is healing, my boy John ❤

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[vanishingcherry]

KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND

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[pumpkinsy0]

okay but can we please get your hcs of when papercut see each other for the first time after their break (up) and how they get back together

who went up to who first

who initiated the conversation

what did the gang/tim think

😋

m sakrifye 3 poul ak yon kabrit pou yo tounen ansanm, m byen kontan ou mande!!!!

•them getting back together honest to god wasnt that messy and thank god for that!!!! however it wasnt that simple either, its not like the first time pony and curly saw each other it was heart eyes again, it was not!!!

•each time pony would come back from college for spring, summer, or winter break is when little by little theyre getting closer!! and this was a thing till summer break before pony went back for junior year sooooo theyve been apart for almost 2 years atp (which also means atp theyre like 18/19????? trynna do all this math in my head to give complete context💔💔💔)

•annyyywho everytime pony visited, he wouldnt b told about curly unless he asked, the gang avoids the talk most times for ponys sake, its something he chose to left behind so whats the point in bringing it up if pony just wants to live his life. i dont see the gang encouraging them to get back together or nothin. even if pony did ask about him, the gang would just say “yknow hes been back to bein himself”, they dont keep tabs on what that guy does anymore

•on curlys side, he knows for sure that ponys back and its thrown in his face everytime he is💔💔💔at first, curly would straight up avoid pony, but around the 4th time pony came to visit, curly was more comfortable being seen by pony. LIKED IT IN FACT!!! he could feel pony glancing at him trying not to stare cause wow!!!! does he look different. bonus points if curly was seeing someone around the same time this happened cause pony would b a lil (only a lil) jealous and curly tries rubbing it in that hes toottallyyy moved on (hes looking over to stare at how much ponys changed too, shhhh)

•what does tim think??? like i said before, doesnt get involved in curlys bs love life, but thinks curlys acting so stupid, either u want pony or u dont its pretty straight forward, dude. for the 2 years pony and curly were apart, was a smooth 2 years of tim never hearing curly talk or even ask about pony and now its back in full force w curly trying to convince himself he truly hates pony by talking himself into it, tim is SICK!!! not as sick as angela however, shes the only one pushing curly away from getting back w pony

•to answer ur question of who went up/initiated the conversation first, it was curly and it was completely bc of tim, like i said, tim was tired of hearing curlys stupid shenanigans all bc pony left. im not gonna say he pushed curly into getting back together w pony but i will say he pushed curly to talk to pony to decide if they were done fr fr or willing to try again. last time they decided on their relationship they were emotional asf!!!! now look!!!!! he understands how much they meant to each other so if theyre ending it, it needs to b bc they both want it to

•i say tim got them together again but its not by doin somethin crazy, hes not organizing a blind date to trick them to seeing each other, more like he was slightly pulling the strings. a small “yknow curly still talks about u” here a “i saw pony w some guy/girl” there to get the ball rollin. angel and curly knows what tim is doin and get mad but aye, curlys still goin along w it and using it as an excuse to see what ponys up to so he doesnt have to realize that hes doing it bc at the end of the day he wants to (tims very proud of himself here)

•talking to each other after so long of actively avoiding each other, ik these two wanted to say a LOT but held themselves back in order to not seem desperate😭😭they were just waiting to see who would give in first and say “i missed u” (it was pony, curly would never let him live it down)

•yada yada yada at a party they hooked up (lets ignore the person curly was seeing at the time) yada yada yada “what the hell did i just do” blah blah blah its either THAT visit that curly decides to finally leave w pony bc they dont wanna b apart again orrr pony goes back to college without curly BUT they keep in contact and on one of the times pony visited again in the future, curly left w pony BUT POINT IS eventually curly leaves as well and doesnt feel like hes leaving anything behind this time or if he does, accepts the change (not so gracefully) but does

•when it comes to the gangs reaction to them getting back together, if we bein honest, they did NOT see that happening, they thought at most theyd stay high school sweethearts. theyre not happy, theyre not upset, theyve accepted it. theyre glad pony has someone looking out for him in the #bigcity tho i will say that, theyve always been scared of something happening to pony out there

[just-some-random-blogger]

I’m a connoisseur of angst. I collect and trade angst like a fine arts dealer.

And with that; more angst:

Y/n being so incredibly angry at Alicent when she marries little Helaena to Aegon so young. Screams at Alicent about ‘how could you do the her what was done to you! How could you subject her to the life I know eats away at your happiness!’

Y/n insisting to be there when poor little Hel gives birth. Gently stroking the little girls hair and telling her how well she’s doing even though she’s absolutely terrified she might loose her sweet young niece to the childbed.

Her loving Hel’s twins but not taking her attention away from Hel until the little girl is 100% ok and safe.

Giving Alicent the silent treatment because she’s furious that Alicent’s actions caused this little child to go through the pain and fear of birth.

Bonus points if it follows show canon where Nyra offers Hel to marry Jace. Y/n knowing that if Alicent had put her distaste for those boys and Nyra aside little Hel might have been spared the fear of childbirth until she was a little older. And she loves Aegon, but she’s not so stupid as to not see that Jace is the more gentle of the two boys. She dearly loves Aegon, but she’s not unaware that as he’s grown into a young man he’s become less gentle with women than Hel deserves.

Bonus bonus points if she finds out (after Hel and Aegon are married) that Aegon has a tendency to assault the female staff. Her battling with her love for Aegon vs her fear that Hel might be being treated like those maids. Her battling with the vision of her sweet gentle nephew vs the rough, mean young man he’s become. Blaming herself; because she helped so much to raise him, what if it’s her fault he treats maids like that. She seems to curse everything else she’s involved with, what if her sickness also made him sick.

What if the way Aegon acts as a teen; bullying Aemond, assaulting maids, makes her terrified to ever have a son. Terrified that if she had a son she’d also raise that boy to be mean and violent like her once sweet nephew has become.

- 🐞

Oh my gosh my love!!! I SCRAMBLED TO ANSWER THIS ONE WHEN I SAW YOUR OTHER ASK. ITS NOT TOO ANGSTY TO POST MY LOVE IM SO SORRY I GOT YOU WORRYING PLEASE MY LITTLE LADY BIRD IT WASNT LIKE THAT AT ALL

Baby I'm gonna be so honest with you, this is not as angsty as what I have planned to do for tormented spirit's ending. I didn't respond to this because I was not in the responding mood and I want to get through every detail you mention. My brain is perpetually fried 😭😭😭 and I fear I'm not in the writing mood right now either 😔💔 thus why I haven't gotten back to you. Don't mean to make you worry like that )):

ANYWAY let's begin shall we

Alicent marrying off helaena to aegon. While I can understand YN being angry at Alicent for her decision to do this, i feel like tapping into anger and frustration is a very obvious way to access angst. It's usually visible and audible and apparent. We have to remember YN and Alicent are sisters and YN feels responsible for her.

The only recorded time in, our fic at least, where YN went berserk on Alicent was when she did something for YN that specifically went against what she wanted. I think the way for YN to react like this is if she finds out Otto wanted it to happen, and in such gaze her anger would fall on Otto and less on her sister.

That said, because *I* as the author can understand Alicent's decision to marry aegon and helaena (since they're both her children, she'll both have a hold on them and stuff, I can see YN understanding this as well). She wouldnt like it, esp since they're so young and in knowing that the overarching reason for this union was really to just have more power, but yeah, unfortunately that's how the way things were at the time and I don't think YN would be livid, esp if we are going to base it on her current relationship with them, as she does love those two so much.

She would 100%, nay, 1000000000% want to be there for helaena when she gives birth. I don't know if I ever mentioned it but she was there for alicent when she gave birth. I'll try to put it in the next update. She would 1000000% be so protective of Helaena and I think her having twins would get her a type of way to be honest. She would steel herself away for her darling girl... Who was now a mother 🥺😔💔 oh my gosh

See ☝️😭 the next part about her giving alicent silent treatment or begrudging her for what she did to helaena, I don't think she would fault her sister for it, especially if shes doing it to ultimately protect her kids, which I headcanon for Alicent.

Again, I can see why you would feel that and where you're coming from, but that's her baby sister, who she's mothered since her mother died. I feel like House of the Dragon really missed the opportunity to add nuance to these characters because like they're so dead on making them either/or ya know like good or bad but people aren't so simple.

The truth is, imo if this if ever go to this part and YN was there during the targtowers upbringing in the Keep and whatnot and DAEMON WAS ON HER SIDE, Rhaenyra would have simply been crowned cos ain't no fucking way Daemon not striking Otto down for undoing his Brothers fucking decree??? Hello???? Anyway not to be boring but I just don't see it happening

I like the thing with helaena and Jace. That's an angst plot I can get behind where alicent cannot reconcile her loathing for the boys because they represent everything Rhaenyra can get away with that she cannot, that YN AND SHE cannot. If even with the presence of an attentive mother figure aunt (and father-uncle Daemon low key) aegon still turns out to be a drunkard with a sex addiction, I can see whole YN giving Alicent the silent treatment. Oh that would be angst I could get behinnnndddddd. YN offering that Jace and Helaena be married for peace between them and Alicent just exploding. Holy shit, alicent telling the targtowers not to talk with you because how could you be friendly with Rhaenyra when she can do whatever the fuck she wants and we have to walk in eggshells. MMMM SHIT YUMMY.

OHHH AND THE HEADCANON OF HER BLAMING HERSELF FOR HOW AEGON TURNED OUT. 🫵🫵🫵🫵 NOW THAT'S GOLD. STOPPPPP ITTT NOWWWW WAHHHH. Ok to be fair, I think a lot of the acting out Aegon did was because he was desperate for viserys to notice him and give him attention and approval, so again, if we add daemon into the mix, who loves YN so much, who loves aegon so much, I can see him begrudgingly just looking out for Aegon for YNs sake. And let's not forget the twinnsssss, the twins who was there watching him grow up too, who YN would have had pick him up whenever he did something shitty. AND EVEN IF AFTER AEGON WAS ASSAULTING WOMEN 😭 nah yns dying of a heart attack. My poor girl. Daemon would kill aegon. **THIS** would be why there's a civil war.

AND BULLYING SWEET AEMOND 🥺 AEMOND THAT MADE DAEMON THINK ABOUT BECOMING A FATHER?? on SIGHT for Aegon. FUCKING hell this cringe fail family 🚬

MY LADY BIRD I HOPE THAT MY RESPONSE WAS SUFFICE. I LOVED THIS SO MUCH ITS NOT TOO ANGSTY AT ALL, IM TERRIBLE SORRY FOR MAKING YOU THINK OTHERWISE.

[gara-les]

headcanon of mine about why Rainer picked...well, Rainer as his name.

the very short version is, obviously, Trans Reasons™ (he's very much nonbinary), but i Do have a longer version:

Rainer, when he was 16 (a few months before Care was born), kinda started to get a bit Dysphoric. not that he knew that's what he felt, but y'know. basically went "don't feel like a guy, don't feel like a girl. this shit sucks."

so he thought...maybe if he changed his name, maybe that'd help with it a bit. he'd pass it off as just being a "nickname" for now. a "nickname" he'd prefer to be called, sure, but a "nickname" nonetheless.

so he started out by asking Jill how she came up with the name "Daniel," and tried seeing what his name would've been had he been born a girl. "just out of curiosity, of course" is what he told her.

and you wanna know what Jill said his name would've been as a girl? wanna know what it was gonna be?

Raina.

so he goes "neat, thanks for telling me that" and then just kinda. did some research into seeing what sort of. y'know. More Masc-Sounding Versions he could use. because "Raina" is still too feminine, and he also didn't wanna be too obvious yet, y'know?

so he comes to the living room about two days later, his parents, Mike, and Marvin ('cause That Motherfucker was visiting) are sitting in the living room, and after a couple of minutes he just goes "hey, i found a neat name i wanna go by now" and Thomas went "neat what is it, son?" and this guy, 16 and Going Through It (repressed trauma + depression. and Leg Problems), casually responds with "Call me Rainer."

Jill just kinda sits there, jaw dropped, 'cause. y'know. Now She's Realizing Why Her Son Asked Her That.

Thomas is like. Weird name, but aight.

Mike is asking if he can have a "weather-related nickname" too, and he and Rainer chose "Sunny" (Mike is the Only person in The Family, besides maybe Care/Paul (who only ever called him Rainer anyway), who is allowed to call Rainer "Daniel" without the guy getting uncomfortable/annoyed).

Marvin just kinda went "That's A Stupid Nickname" and proceeded to continue to call him "Daniel" for about three more years.

Jill is probably the only person in The Family who kinda realized her son had Weird Gender Shit going on, but. she and Rainer never officially talked about it. she could just kinda tell. because she literally told him that she was going to name him "Raina" if he'd been born a girl, and the name he picked for himself is basically just a similar, but somewhat more Masc-Sounding name.

anyway: that's the headcanon i have for why Rainer picked the name. well, Rainer.

that is all, thanks for coming to my TedTalk-

i love this i love rainer transgender i think its True i think estrogen could have kept that christmas party going i mean it. also sorry i didnt answer before i wasnt able to be online💔 but rainer nonbinary is my favorite headcanon ever

[rwottenbunnie]

HEY !!! RANT INCOMING!! This post is all gonna be yapping, i dont expect much people to care but for ones that do please hear me out^_^ ( Just an autistic teenager yapping about justice and stuff like that, its gonna be long long💔 )

I'd like to start this off by, yes i know once morning hits i'll RANDOMLY be like "ugh this is such a stupid idea" or some bullshit like that but i NEED to rant, this isnt an ANGRY rant tho, more "I DONT WANNA WASTE MY POTENTIAL!!" Rant , So starting off , i really think everything is fucked up right now , thats obvious? We know that, but man i know i have the potential to atleast TRY to be inspiring , because man everything is just sticking to be and making me a ball of paranoia , my mental health isnt that good but eh its whatever ^__^ . And like i really just wanna try to doccument and get justice its just always lingering, JUSTICE !! And i just am full of ideas and it just is overwhelming:( . I hate the fact that so many people have been sacrificed to this fucking system, especially in my country . I hate this country but what is there to do? i have the potential and i hate the fact im wasting it by doing nothing. Its 2am and nobody is awake obviously , So im just ranting to strangers but thats ok ! Like man i really wanna bring everything to light starting one thing at a time , i know i have the potential and i want everything to be ok and everyone to be happy, and the ones that arent to be able to get proper help. And for the law system and every system to not be relied on the money, because suddenly the rapist sitting infront of you is okay because their father is a billionaire? Fucking bullshit. I hate that everything relies on money so much, it sucks honestly. And im just one person against the whole world , what am i SUPPOSED to do ?? Like seriously i dont think anyone is even listening but i guess this is more about letting out all my bad emotions in a healthy way . I just hate everything rn , im privileged and it makes me angry , nobody should be "privileged" and everyone gets what they need&deserve . Being a white girl in a comfortable money situation makes me very privileged and i just wished it wasnt like that. Im good off but i hate that others arent and i just WISH they could speak up but nah, they cant because suddenly melanin is something they can control. I will always stand with destroying conservatism with all that bullshit. I wanna do so much but cant and it kind of ... destroys me ?? Being super empathetic will always destroy me , fuck i was close to crying over a fake story , weell as if im not holding tears back but EH big deal ｖ（＾＿＾💧）. I just wanna make everything right and how the fuck is a teenager supposed to start?? My dad is also an asshole so he'd never support anything . The only thing we share is blood , i wish he wasnt such a pig. I cant do anything about it. And honestly i really wanna make something of myself , somebody to look up to, not just some random editor that you like the work of , i still love editing but i dont wanna be known for JUST that. It really does shatter my heart i cant do anything about the system , as if im stuck inside it, y'know ? Honestly maybe i HAVE the ability to heal and finally be able to be proud of myself and productive, i really want that. I always have. But ive never really been able too. I dont want everything to go to shit after all the tears ive cried. Ive never really been able to properly heal ( trauma stuff, YEAH . ) and maybe thats a factor , even in childhood when i was being poisoned with homophobic and racist views, it never stuck to me despite everyone trying to make it stick . Atleast i was given access to internet where i became even more empathetic, which is something im glad of . ♡

[pisuteru]

as much as i am a d1 glazer of kp and could spend hours talking about how amazing and wonderful it is i could also spend forever talking about how BUNS💔 it is and how i wish there were things they changed.

actually, out of curiosity i watched that youtube summary thingy on why kp wasnt good and i thought i wouldnt agree with it (because most of the time people have stupid reasons for saying they dont like it. which like what you like, hate what you hate, im still gonna say something though) but i actually… kind of agreed with most of their points. its all stuff i have complained about with friends before i think i just hate hearing it from someone else (only i can criticize kinnporsche, haha!!!!!)

that being said, one of the things i wish changed was the amount of… dumb humor. dont get me wrong!! i love the attempts at being funny in the show, but i do still wish they kept the vibe of the trailers. to me, the amount of “silly” moments kind of weigh down the impact of the serious moments and take up a majority of the run time, which is where i agreed with the video. the main plot does seem kind of rushed in the last few episodes with shock after shock and i feel like this couldve been spread around a bit if they toned down the comedy aspect of the show.

one of the examples in the video that i absolutely agree with is the scene after porsche crawls across the floor as punishment and hes in the bathroom remembering what happened, which is one of my favorite scenes, but its quickly ruined by shitty comedy in the form of pete misunderstanding what porsche meant and believing he was referring to the punishment where he had to crawl across the floor, and not kinn more or less assaulting him. not only does this make what porsche went through seem less serious than what it really is, it stupefied petes character and was in all just… not that funny?

i get how this is more of a daemi issue rather than boc, the novel also had a lot of funny scenes and it was more like a dark comedy rather than a mafia love story, or whatever (it was also written, imo, horribly). but boc already took quite a bit of creative liberties and i feel like they couldve cut down the amount of silly scenes and replaced them with scenes that not only move the show along, but are more interesting to watch and take the characters seriously.

[br1ghtestlight]

random thought but i love eugene mirman's gene sounds ESPECIALLY when gene is sleeping. they're so good & cute

louise tina bob and linda looking @ gene literally exactly like this when he forgets how his song goes at breakfast LMAOO

love that tina and louise seem to actually pay attention to what songs gene is writing and what they're about despite the fact that there are SO MANY. supportive family <3

gene's dream.... bro that was god speaking to you. like for real wtf

also im only a minute in and there are SO MANY good screenshots already he's such a cutie i love him so much!!!! <3 gene episodes my beloved

"Now I'm going to change into last night's pajamas, AKA my only pajamas, and brush my teeth with Tina's toothbrush because that's what I accidentally did last night."

"Wait, what?"

gene and tina are so silly?? 😭

me and gene share many similarities including waking up in the middle of the night every two hours for no fucking reason. like THATS relatable

MR AMBROSE APPEARANCE LETS FUCKING GOOO‼️‼️ why does his voice sound slightly sped up is he okay. does he have a new voice actor?? he sounds slightly off not like in a bad way its just strange

THERE WAS A NEW VOICE ACTOR BCUZ BILLY EICHNER WASNT CREDITED maybe bcuz its such a small appearance but thats very weird. i feel like mickey fans in season 12 episode 6 when loren did that horrible mickey impression 😭😭 also whoever did his voice in this episode wasnt credited so it was somebody from the main cast doing an impression of him. will try to figure out who. sorry episode review cancelled i need to figure out who the hell voiced mr ambrose in this episode

based on the fact that u cant obviously tell who it is i dont think its eugene mirman and probably not h jon benjiman?? dan mintz can only do one voice so its not him either. probably either john roberts larry murphy or a random crew member who they didnt bother to credit

(most likely billy eischner just wasn't avaliable to voice mr ambrose due to his movie career etc so i dont blame them but it was noticeable enough to ME that i needed to figure it out. not even a bad impression honestly the average fan wouldnt notice)

"What do you lucid dream about?"

"I do revenge stuff on people who were mean to me in high school, some fantasy and science fiction, some adult stuff I can't tell you about."

this is literally the gayest thing mr ambrose has ever said omg FHFMDDJKSKS i cant believe this drama club ass nerd was bullied in high school who could have guessed. not me thats for sure

(now somebody has to write a fanfic about mr ambrose having Adult Stuff dreams about mr frond. i want this on my desk by 3pm tomorrow)

love mr ambrose and his gay ass curly hair..... mr ambrose my beloved <33 kisses u

i dont have anything to say im just strangely invested in gene's lucid dreaming plot at this point. Love all his silly little dreams and its incredible he never seems to have any nightmares or anything!!

this is reminding me of the movie where gene had a dream and he was scared that he wasn't good at music and that people weren't going to like his performance and the aliens came down to told him to stop 😭😭💔 his insecurity that he might not be that good a musician literally makes me cry. he's so sweet and kindhearted my babyy boy

CAN I SKIP SCHOOL AND GO BACK TO SLEEP LMAO

"Even successful musicians went to sixth grade, Gene."

"That's a MYTH!!"

weirdly mr ambrose started sounding completely normal at some point like did his voice actor come back and just wasn't credited?? or whoever did this impression was REALLY good jfc

mr ambrose HATES these fuckign kids bro

HES SO UNHINGED LMAO 😭😭

NOT THE STARING AGAIN. why are they literally just this image every single time gene plays music in this episode im gonna cry

love this specific frame of gene running his hand through his hair

awww bob is such a good dad

sidenote but this subplot with tina and louise is so stupid it actually made me laugh LMAO the fucking girl cricket. thr female cricket. like what if he's gay huh what then

"or if she's not his type she also makes a great best friend. she's a good listener" THANK YOU louise for acknowledging the cricket might be gay. she's an ally 🙏

AWW GENE WRITING HIS SONG <3 eugene mirman isnt a Good singer (not hating he literally says that all the time. they have to record each line seperately bcuz he cant sing on key) so its hard to tell when they're trying to make gene's songs seem good or not but this is really sweet. u can tell he just loves music so much

why is gene's song kinda making me emotional..... like this show is usually 50/50 on if it actually wants to take gene's songwriting ability seriously but in this episode its so clear how much he LOVES music and songwriting and how talented he is at it. he has trouble with focus and commitment sometimes but thats never an issue when it comes to his music and he'd happily spend an entire afternoon writing a song from start to finish (even skipping out on dinner) because he was so hyperfocused. love how much respect they give gene in this episode tbh

deeply appreciate the "larry murphy as teddy" credit despite teddy not having one single line in this entire episode. Literally just a legacy credit at this point

I LOVED THIS EPISODE 😭😭💕 i dont think it'll be as widely popular as some other episodes this season but as a gene fan and an artist this episode really resonated with me. the ending sequence was actually really beautiful (gives me the same vibes as "your heart's not broken its only growing" tbh) and i loved gene's song and all the different costumes they put him in for his dreams!! tina and louise's subplot was really cute too. very enjoyable episode if you're a gene fan or just a casual viewer who wishes he got more focus. he's SO SWEET and so passionate <3

[ruminate88]

Deeper Layers:

I write and write about my exes. More so Andrew because he was my recent ex and I felt I obsessively idealized him the most. Then I go back and read these post over and over and over…. My brain scans my own words and feelings, then tries to make sense of it all. I use an A.I ChatGPT to break down the post and then it gives me an interpretation which I scan with my brain again and it feels endless but I realized last night there is layers to this “healing journey” because of there is such depth to these emotional scars. ❤️‍🩹

I love metaphors and symbolism in life because it helps me, someone who is a “visual learner” to actually be able to see what I need to. When I fell off a ladder last thanksgiving/christmas, the deep wounds in my legs opened the door of compassion within myself for the wounds in my heart/soul. I realized how much of me needs restoration and resetting.

EVERYWHERE I turn or read, it says in hidden messages, “healing takes time”. “Healing is on going”. It’s a “never ending process”.,… but I also get messages of “forgiveness” and “letting go”. I’ve been going around this mountain and around as I’m traveling up. I often feel stuck in cycles but yet, I’m slowly unraveling each layer or untangling each strand of the web of lies. Either way you want to look at it, I’m STILL finding truth in all the fog of the past.

I know without a doubt, yes my ex Andrew deceived me but I loved him. I may have idealized or fantasized our relationship but I cared about him. I showed up for him even while he’s inflicting pain on me and dumping stress on me. I wasnt perfect and I wasn’t asking him to be perfect either. I just wanted him to be real and honest with me. If you have other girls you like, tell me. Don’t make me believe I’m the only one in your life when clearly you’re entertaining multiple. 💔 (this is part of the letting go that I struggle with cuz it still hurts me even now and it shouldn’t)

I’m not depressed anymore, thank God!! I know what depression or oppression feels like. This is just “sad”. Sad because I’m losing a part of me that was toxic and no longer serves my higher good. Andrew can’t serve my best interest. I’ve worried about that man and prayed for him. I’ve feared him but had hope with him even KNOWING he cheated, a small part of me was hopeful that he did love me even if it was a small portion…. Thinking he only used me because he hated my guts, that just makes me feel awful but can’t deny that possibility!! 😓

Also, remembering how I was helping to raise my bro’s kids at the time when I was actively talking to Andrew and I was sorta in this weird “mothering mode” where I just took care of everyone at that time, even Andrew. He would cry to me that college was hard, that his parents were so strict about his grades, that he was afraid to fail and disappoint them…. So, I would “baby” him and feel sorry for him. I would lie to myself that he trusted me and needed me… I lied to myself that he loved me because I was the one he came to with his problems. I believed it was “love” and so I did everything within my heart of hearts to care about him and I would try so hard to encourage him but I couidnt relate to him on any level because I didn’t even go to school. I dropped out after the 7th grade, then didn’t get my GED till I’m 19. I felt stupid talking to Andrew about “home work” and “schooling”. I was fearful he would think I was stupid….

Yet I’m the one showing up for him, encouraging him, trying to understand when he’s been “gone for 3 days” but suddenly comes back with “hey babe I miss you soooo much I’m soooooo busy have sooooo much homework” 😝😝😝😝 and I would FORGIVE HIM, OFFER TO BREAK UP annnnnnd STAY WITH HIM when he promises me he’s going to change and make more time for me…. Even when he’s snap-chatting me from his frat house. Selfies of himself at parties but yet telling me how much homework he has and how stressed out he is.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt, my online girlfriends kept saying to me, “Why are you with that little kid???” And they made me feel bad constantly. I felt my friends were judging me for being so much older than him and clearly he was immature BUT I was constantly crying to my girlfriends how Andrew kept disappearing and how sad I was but then turn around; Andrew would suddenly come back and be sooooooooo romantic. Tell me how beautiful I am, how he misses me sooo much but still cries he’s too busy. My girlfriends were tired of me being up and down constantly. I wouldn’t change. I know that’s why Bri went behind my back becuase I wouldn’t take advice about Andrew. I would get overly defensive and tell my girlfriends, “I just want you to be happy for me” 😒💔

Looking back, I was NEVER happy. I didn’t tell Andrew half of my secrets becuase I was already traumatized from Cody and scared to lose Andrew. I told Andrew I had been ghosted, that I NEVER wanted to experience that again. Andrew KNEW I didn’t wanna be hurt yet he just couldn’t care. He could only be selfish with me. He found it easy to ignore me when he’s busy but when he’s not, suddenly he’s all over me again begging for my nudes and telling me how good I make him feel…

I have an older Facebook I used to stalk him with back then and I would blog on it and wow… the many post of one minute I’m on cloud 9 with Andrew but then the next, I’m anxiously on the edge ready to end my life… there was never any solid ground when talking to him. I was either crazy high or dying inside….. 😭😭😭 Then at some point I stopped blogging and that’s because the relationship got 10x worse. Andrew’s responses to my text or Snapchat’s got shorter and more robotic up until I found proof he cheated and then we broke up.

Not once can I look back and say it was a good, healthy or loving relationship sadly… I can only realize how I misinterpreted Andrew’s behavior towards me and romanticized all the sexting as love. 😔💔 I still don’t hate him or even hate myself…. Just, it’s sad that I believed in love with him when it was just sex. It just makes me feel bad and stupid. I know forgiving myself is just as much a process as forgiving him. Yeah, I’m upset he mislead me but he can’t take it all back. The way he posted the next girl all over his social, that was a slap on my face but doesn’t mean he treated her better than me. Also, the way he tried to FaceTime me after I moved on, like…. What did that mean? Was it truly just to continue to manipulate me or did he miss me? Hah 😝😝😝 (I’m for sure he probably only missed the attention I gave him.) I doubt he EVER cared about me for the real me. Plus there wasn’t too much deep stuff we even talked about) I guess I just wanted Andrew to potentially be the one cuz so much chemistry and vibes between us. His Facebook seemed normal and I actually believed he was a good boy who respected his parents and grand parents 😂😂😂😂😂 (I was just wearing rose colored glasses and was blind to the truth)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

💚💔 forrrr either prime defenders or danny phantom >:}

OHHH FUCK THESE R GOOD. I THINK IM GONNA DO BOTH

DP:

💚- literally the way the fandom as a whole characterize danny. considering the fact that apparently 70% of the ppl in the tag have not actually watched the show (this kills the me. every time i think about it), nobody actually knows What The Main Character Is Like . hes supposed to be an awkward quippy annoying 14 yr old boy. of course hes gonna say and do stupid shit!!! hes not some capable noble hero who always does the right thing and is nice to everyone. hes a kid who has a big heart with a crippling sense of responsibility. head in hands

💔- this might be cheating bc hes only a minor character and existed for exactly one (1) episode but.. fucking Gregor. i haaated double cross my heart that episode sucks so bad. lets just. remove the whole thing. also its really funny i had to google his name because i just kept thinking of grefgore (<< npc from the jrwi vampire campagin who is my angel the light of my life). would the fandom kill me if i said wes weston. hes not even a real guy it wouldnt matter if he was removed.

EDIT I JUST REALIZED THE PROMPT LITERALLY SAYS MAJOR CHARACTER. FUCK. uhhhhhhhh idfk. i guess if i HAD 2 pick. maybe clockwork? as much as i fucking love clockwork he was not utilized enough. he couldve been such a cool mentor character working in tandem with frostbite in season 3 and he just. wasnt. god hes so cool i wish they wouldve done more with him. but also if he didnt exist neither would my favorite ever episode. FUCK this is HARD

PD:

💚- NOT ENOUGJ PEOPLE UTILIZE WIWI BEING A PETTY JEALOUS LITTLE BRAT. THIS IS A FUNDAMENTAL PART OF HIS CHARACTER AND I AM SO ANNOYED ANYTIME IT IS SANDED DOWN. honestly? also? any time anyone writes william as being. 100% Automatically Morally Good. if dakota wasnt there his ass wouldve gone full villain arc halfway through season 1.

💔- i????? honestly???? dont know if i would remove anyone??? i genuinely cannot think of someone i wouldnt be super distraught about not having. maybe like. idk. Bacon Man. but bacon man is sweet bc hes a character bizly made up when he was a kid and im weak for including old ocs in current projects bc i think its fun. I CANT EVEN SAY LIKE. PARTY CITY GHOST. BC I LOVE THE PARTY EPISODES.

[hyunjinspark]

chapter 15? wow that was so good, I’m so fucking sad rn about everything, cruel summer indeed 😭😭😭 the built up of this chapter? incomparable and so fucking raw, I thought the angst in previous chapters were so fucking agonizing but this one? I haven’t cried that ducking much in a while, you cannot imagine how much I cried reading this one, I knew the moment everything seemed so calm and perfect and how their relationship/friendship continued so smooth even after he went back to Seoul that it was the calm before the storm and that everything would go to the fucking drain and with that all my feelings and my heart 😭😭😭 I just want for Hyunyn to be happy but I hope that will eventually come for this couple, aside for the smut scene and everything? somehow I always thought I’d hate if yn were to forgive Felix for everything he did just because he was jealous, but looking back at his apology it was really mature of him and her to look past that, it’s no ones fault that he’s in love with her and that she doesn’t reciprocated his feelings, it was so good to see that he was able to continue to be for here after everything, Minho and Jun getting close together again? I love it, and I for sure adore that yn didn’t exactly accept Hana back, like yn putting herself first? never heard before but it’s so fucking good, cuz it’s evident that Hana is/was hung up in something so stupid when she went to talk to yn, so aside from all the pain and longing and unrequited love this chapter includes, I love it so much. I’m so sad for Chan and his girlfriend I really thought the wouldn’t break up. Loved Jeongin introduction to the story like somehow it’s so him, yk? I knew from the moment someone opened up that door even before he introduced himself I knew it was him. All the theme of this chapter about how summer and the transition to autumn that generally in so many stories and books is always so sad, and here it’s not the exception 😭😭 so kudos to you for this update it was so good even tho I’m feeling how my heart breaks every time I remember about it 🥺❣️❣️

cruel summer the only right way to describe it 💔 it definitely was the calm before the storm im sooo happy it made you sad haha tbh i was worried the angst wasnt as agonizing as in my head. as for felix and yn !! communication is key 🩷

thank uuu for reading and for being here !!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Your honor, murder

“Might I join you?” 

🤨 DAFAQ ARE YOU GONNA PRAY FOR? WORLD PEACE?

“It would please me greatly, niece.” His eyes run over your form, lingering a little longer on your middle, clearly taking in your curves and attire.

No cuz why he so...

Mayhaps that’s where he sees the challenge. 

DIS MAN SEES A DRESS AS A CHALLENGE ✋✋✋✋✋ CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVES IT FOLKS NOPE BOT EVEN OUR CORRESPONDENTS DO

Though there is no reason for you to feel flustered with the company of your uncle, having grown up around him, your heart still feels as though it beats too fast, pounding against the confines of your ribcage. 

The targcest is targcesting

The truth is, you have not prayed for any husband – you have prayed for him to become your husband.

OH-- yeahH THE TARGCEST IS TARGCESTING

He’s so close to you that you feel the warmth emanating from him despite the layers of clothing. “You have been so faithful to the Seven,” he whispers with a rasp, keeping his eyes neatly trained on you. “It is only right that they finally grant you something in return…”

He thinks he's god why am I not surprised

“I do not see why not, niece,” he all but growls. “Do you not want the Seven to witness how I worship you?”

WAIT.

WAIT

WAIT

IM GONNA NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO CUZ THAT WAS HOT. FUCK OFF. NO FUCK YOU THAT WAS HOT. I DONT FUCKING CARE. I DONT FUCKING GIVE A SHIT.

“I'll decide where I take you,” he growls once again. It’s the first time your name slips past his lips today, spoken in such a condescending manner that immediately makes you bow to his will. “And if I wanted to take your maidenhead right in front of your father, then so be it.”

😀

Nothing is sacred

Daemon bows his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, his breath hot as he speaks. “You’re such a dutiful woman, always praying for a husband and a life filled with children. Why not pray for me? Would that not be the most honorable of outcomes?”

NO CUZ HES SO PATHETIC. HE SUCH A WHINY PATHETIC MEOW MEOW BITCH BOY. AKSHALLY NO HES NOT A MEOW MEOW RN. HE SO SO PATHETIC FUCKK JUST GIVE HIM GO ME WHAT THE FUCK IM SO MESSED UP IN THE HEAD

“Be quiet,” he cuts you off. 

IMMA CUT UR LIPS OFF OH WAIT YOU BARELY GOT LIPS WHITE BOY

MAN IM MAD IF I FUCKING TOLD YOU IF YOU LET ME GO ON YOUD KNOW THAT I WAS ACTUALLY PRAYING FOR YOU BUT NO YOU STUPID FUCKING RAT ALL HOE I HATE YOU

Though your face is contorted in both pleasure and slight discomfort, you keep your eyes open and locked with his, carefully studying his face. “I–I think the Seven would want me to be happy… would they not?” you don’t state it, you ask, silently needing his reassurance and asking for guidance. 

My poor baby lover BUT ALSO SHE WILDING FR

“Fuck, I-... you were made for me,” he groans against the side of your face, merely propped up on his forearms to not put too much weight on you.

No cuz i wasn't? But go off I guess ??? 🥱

“I shall spill myself inside of you,” he grunts, “would you like that? Do you want my seed in your belly?” 

... maybe

But there’s not really any time for you two to dwell in the bliss, not when Daemon gathers himself so quickly to get back on his feet. He fixes his attire, straightening his tunic and redoing the laces of his breeches before he helps you up.

Insert TikTok sound : I am... Disgusted

HE FUCKING WHATTTTT

WHAT OF DUTY WHAT OF SACRIFICE

EXHAUSTING WASNT IT? *INSERT THE REST OF WHAT RHAENYRA SAID TO ALICENT*

“We will keep this between us,” Daemon interrupts, figuring what’s plaguing your mind. 

SIDE CHICK BEHAVIOR FROM MY OWN UNCLE BUT WOW OK FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT

You nod and swallow thickly. “I-I hope so?” 

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 ITTTT BEEE ELIIIIKKKEEEE THHHAATTTT

“A tea, princess. From the king. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences.”

😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 I want his head on a spike

YOU‘RE THE ONLY THING I PRAY FOR. (1/3)

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT — MINORS DNI; NON/DUB-CON, canon typical incest/targcest (uncle & niece), blasphemy, taking of virginity, female reader

WORDS: 4.6 K

NOTES: Part 1 is here! At the anon that has requested it: thank you so much for this. I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Daylight has first appeared when you break your fast, completely dressed and ready to start the day by paying a visit to the Grand Sept. It’s one of the rare days the queen does not accompany you for your morning prayer as her queenly duties have called for her even before the first light. But you bask in the rare solitude her absence grants, looking forward to the time you get to spend all by yourself. 

A carriage waits for you as you walk down the steps of the Red Keep leading into the courtyard, the door already opened and a servant anticipating for you to get in. 

“And where might you be going so quickly?” You know the voice that pierces through the silence of the morning, and are not surprised when you turn around to spot your uncle approaching. He’s clad in a white tunic and black breeches, looking as though he has just gotten out of bed.

Bobbing a small curtsy, the slight bow of your head does little to hide the surge of warmth that spreads to your cheeks, trying to suppress the nervous smile his presence always coaxes from you. 

It could be mere happenstance that you two meet right when you’re about to leave the keep, but something deep inside of you tells you he’s more than familiar with your morning routine. 

“I was just heading to the sept to pray, uncle,” you reply, your eyes locking with his as he creeps closer. 

The smirk that grazes his features at your words sends a shiver down your spine because it doesn’t mean any good; it never means any good. “And what is it that you pray for exactly, sweet niece?” he asks in a playful tone, raising a brow. His head cocks to the side, and he sizes you up briefly. “Does a princess such as you pray for love? Pray for a husband?” 

Despite the rush of embarrassment you feel when he makes his comments, you can’t deny the truth in them. “I pray for many things…” you trail off, pressing your lips into a thin line and contemplating if you should elaborate further. But the ultimate act of piety is to be honest, genuine, and you know it’ll surprise him more than a snappish remark. “I pray for the love of my family, as well as my own. Though I must admit that what I pray for most is to be married one day, and provide my husband with a healthy heir.” 

He must have noticed the way your eyes trail up and down his tall frame throughout your little lecture, despite you having your neck craned to meet his gaze, because his brow doesn’t seem to lower at all, staying in its exact position as he’s seemingly impressed by your words and your honesty. However, there’s also a pregnant pause following them, and you brace yourself for whatever taunting or derogatory comment might follow. 

“Might I join you?” 

The question catches you off guard, and causes you to tilt your head sideways. 

Pious isn’t a term you would use to describe your uncle. If he believed in anything, he’d merely worship the Gods of Old Valyria and would not follow the Faith of the Seven. Nevertheless, you’re thrilled he even considers accompanying you to the Grand Sept, because you’re certain he’s never seen it from inside. 

“I would be honored by you joining me, uncle,” you say, smiling softly. “I would not have to pray alone.”

“It would please me greatly, niece.” His eyes run over your form, lingering a little longer on your middle, clearly taking in your curves and attire. The dress you wear is completely different to the ones your younger sister usually wears, and comes closer to the gowns the queen dons nowadays. It’s modest and covers you completely, basically from head to toe. 

Mayhaps that’s where he sees the challenge. 

You briefly nod your head, and take his hand as he offers to help you into the carriage, climbing the steps before sitting down on one of the upholstered seats. You make note of how warm and unexpectedly smooth his hand is when you let go of it, having expected it to be calloused and somewhat rough from all the riding on dragon back and training with the sword he does. 

Daemon takes his seat next to you, and it’s evident you have all of his attention with him not tearing his eyes off of you once. What you don’t know is that he’s always found a liking in you. You’re sweet and innocent, demure even, and the complete opposite to Rhaenyra. 

More oft than not you make your uncle feel as though you really do not deserve an unvirtuous man such as himself, just as your father has told him back when Daemon had asked him to grant him your hand in marriage. You’re a girl that has never taken a man’s touch before, innocent in both mind and body – a vision obviously tantalizing to many men of court.

He looks over you once more. You feel his gaze burning into your skin regardless of how badly you focus on what you see passing on the outside of the wheelhouse, and you can’t deny that you would love nothing more than to learn of what’s occupying his mind. 

The ride to the sept isn’t too long, and shared in silence thick with tension. When the carriage comes to a stop and a servant opens the door, you rise from your seat and climb down the steps. Your hands are clasped in front of your body on the way into the Grand Sept, closely followed by the looming presence of your uncle. 

And you immediately feel at peace when you walk through the heavy doors held open by several guards, breathing in the scent of incense and relishing in the quiet it brings. Though there is no reason for you to feel flustered with the company of your uncle, having grown up around him, your heart still feels as though it beats too fast, pounding against the confines of your ribcage. 

The truth is, you have not prayed for any husband – you have prayed for him to become your husband. And every single one of your prayers resolved around the wish for him to join you some day. The Grand Sept is your home port, giving you a sense of safety and being the place you always return to. And what could be better than sharing this feeling with the person your heart and body long for?

You nod subtly toward the few septas and novices that cross your path on the way to the large stone altar in the center of the sept, attempting to not draw too much attention to you and the prince that trails closely behind. 

Rolling one of the thin vestas between your index finger and thumb, you carefully set it alight with a candle that’s already lit before you proceed to light your own. The small piece of wood is extinguished with a soft blow of air, and you brush your fingers over the sheet of wax that covers the gray marble beneath, watching the sea of lights in front of you. 

“Have you been in the sept before, uncle?” you ask, innocently. It might seem like a witless question, but is completely fair considering you have never really seen him pray before. 

You are not oblivious to just how different you are from your own kin, for neither your father, uncle nor sister frequent the sept, let alone pray before they break their fast or eat their supper. 

When they’d ask you, you’d say that the contrast between you and Daemon is the most blatant, closely followed by the differences you and Aemond have. Though your younger half-brother, more oft than not, resolves to praying, you know it’s just to please his devout mother. 

If anything, you most resemble Alicent, despite not sharing the same blood with her. She has taken you under her wing as your mother died birthing your late brother, strengthening your very being with her own faith. 

Daemon chuckles at your question, following after you to the stone altar. It’s an easy game for him to pretend to be pious, having resorted to colder measures many times before. “I will admit that I do not frequent the sept as much as you. It’s just…,” he trails off, looking around the room and taking in the architecture. “... not exactly to my liking. I much prefer the worship of the Old Gods of Valyria.” 

Just like you have thought. It’s tempting to worship and follow the customs your very ancestors have set up and believed in, bringing you closer to what ties you to the family whose love you always pray for. But where were these Gods when you needed them most?

“But doesn’t everyone in King’s Landing worship the Seven? Do you not think them worthy of your devotion?” you ask, cocking a brow as you slowly sink to your knees. You still look up at him, but already fold your hands to prepare for the prayer. 

Daemon watches you carefully, no, he blatantly stares at you, taking you in and watching you on your knees from his level of height. It’s exciting, to say the least. “Oh, I do not consider them unworthy, they have been worshipped in Westeros for centuries, but you can not expect me to deny my heritage, niece.”

It’s your heritage as well, and it includes the customs that would allow for you to wed the man you have always longed for. That is, if you were not betrothed already. 

The marriage to Jason Lannister, like your father has requested, is the most fitting option, you know. It’s no match made out of love but rather a political arrangement, and doesn’t heed your own wishes. 

He’s no more a man that deserves you than your uncle, though the prospect and thoughts of marrying Daemon do excite you more. Perhaps this excitement stems from the suppressed desire of wanting the opposite of your pious nature, something that would make you feel alive as much as riding Silverwing does. 

But your uncle isn’t interested in taking you to wife. His late wife died a few moons ago, and if someone has always had his attention and favor, it’s your younger sister, Rhaenyra. 

Flashing you a tight-lipped smile, he approaches one of the pews close to the altar and sits down. You focus on the candles in front of you and fix the flames of them to watch them dance, calming you down and bringing you back to the matter at hand; your morning prayer. 

But under the intensity of his stare, you find it incredibly difficult to focus on your wishes and steady your thoughts, and you rely on the Seven for their guidance. The direction in which your thoughts stray is improper and silently proscribed by the people of the realm, and you haven’t spent all of these mornings in the sept to let it all go to waste with the foolish wish to follow your House's customs. 

Lowering your head, you quietly speak your prayers and plead for the Seven to see you in good favor before them despite the sins that may come upon you in the future. 

Your uncle, on the other hand, only now realizes that this is the best time he could wish for to get you alone, all by yourself with no one to interrupt. And as the wait for you to finish your prayers doesn’t stop to pass agonizingly slowly, he’s overtaken by his urges and begins to quietly approach you. 

You’re in the midst of your prayer when you feel a sudden presence in your space. Opening your eyes, you spot him sinking down on his knees right next to you, his broad shoulder brushing yours in the process, pressing against your frame. 

He’s so close to you that you feel the warmth emanating from him despite the layers of clothing. “You have been so faithful to the Seven,” he whispers with a rasp, keeping his eyes neatly trained on you. “It is only right that they finally grant you something in return…”

There are goosebumps prickling on your skin at his words, the sensation even raising the hairs on the back of your neck. 

Despite growing up around him, you have never shared such close proximity with him before, at least not since you can remember. It feels so intimate, and the way in which he speaks makes it more than obvious that it’s plain profanity. 

Daemon is clearly taking advantage of your piety, and twists your words and beliefs into something much more impure. 

But it seems that your body renders what your mind doesn't. It knows what he is up to even before you can grasp it, and you suddenly notice the uncomfortable way your smallclothes cling to the apex of your legs, a cold moisture making the linen sticky. 

You can’t speak, far too absorbed in his presence, and barely notice that he’s slowly inching towards you, until the tips of your noses brush against each other. 

Daemon is not moving closer, basking you in a sense of feigned superiority that gives you the impression that you’re the one in control. If you’re about to kiss, it’s because you want to do so, at least he’s making you think that. But by the Seven, how badly you want to kiss him. 

You’re the one to close the gap between you and press your lips firmly to his. You feel the warmth of them against yours, and are overtaken by a haze. You have never expected this to be the result of your joint visit to the Grand Sept, and you feel as though you're melting with a jolt of heat – until a cloud of panic washes over you. 

Pulling back with a gasp, you topple over on your arse, grateful for the space it puts between the two of you. You bring your fingers to your lips, touching them as if you mean to prolong the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“I-I do not wish to be a prude, but…” you try to deny his advances. You don’t know where to look, eyes frantically flickering to the ground, the ceiling, and even checking if anyone is around to see what has happened. 

Daemon licks his lips with a sigh, and you see him contemplating his next moves, the silence making your heart pound in your ears. “You’re a pious woman,” he raps, or rather just states the obvious. 

And then he slowly stalks closer again, only to bury a large hand in the hair at the back of your head, using the grip to bring you closer to him again. “Why have the Gods made me love a pious woman?” 

You’re holding onto his shoulders, not sure if you want to draw him impossibly closer or push him away. Your wide eyes carefully study his features, before he leans in and starts to press kisses to the side of your face that leave you whimpering and mewling.

Daemon has his strong arms wrapped around your frame to pull you flush against his chest now, and you’re squirming and panting, trying to get away from him while his hands make quick work of pulling and tearing at the skirts of your dress already. 

“Un-Uncle… not here, please,” you try to protest. 

He brings a hand to your cheek, turning your face so it’s easier for him to capture your lips in a heated kiss again. It takes all the strength you can muster to pull away from him, not just physically, but mentally. The long suppressed part in you is at an all time high, aching for nothing else than him. 

“We-We can’t,” you stammer, completely out of breath. “Not here.”

“I do not see why not, niece,” he all but growls. “Do you not want the Seven to witness how I worship you?”

The words make your face grow hot. The thought of the Seven watching over you is taboo and wrong, but it also makes it a lot more exciting. It has been an idea you have long desired, and to hear it spoken out loud from his own lips makes a thrill of excitement course through your veins. 

“B-But I-I have never–” your voice is reduced to a whimper, the despair audible.

Daemon paws at your hips, and brings his face closer to press open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck. “I will worship you in a way they have never experienced, I can promise you that,” his husky voice is muffled by your skin, and all you can do is blush in return. 

He backs you against the column of the altar behind you, trapping you so he can use both his hands to snake beneath your gown and tear at the linen undergarments you wear, reducing the barrier that stands between him and his most prized possession. 

“Uncle, Daemon, please… the sept is not the right place for this.”

“I'll decide where I take you,” he growls once again. It’s the first time your name slips past his lips today, spoken in such a condescending manner that immediately makes you bow to his will. “And if I wanted to take your maidenhead right in front of your father, then so be it.”

You push at his chest, but at the same time melt against his sturdy frame when his lips claim yours. The fabric of his tunic is pinched so tightly between your fingers that your knuckles start to blanch from the force, acting as the means to an end to distract you from the shame you feel at giving into him so easily. 

Daemon bows his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, his breath hot as he speaks. “You’re such a dutiful woman, always praying for a husband and a life filled with children. Why not pray for me? Would that not be the most honorable of outcomes?”

You can’t think for yourself, swept up by his words, his charms and his possessiveness. He’s brought you to the edge, and you can’t find yourself able to resist. 

“Uncle, I–”  

“Be quiet,” he cuts you off. 

So lost in his overwhelming presence, you hardly register him undoing the laces in the front of his breeches, only just lowering them enough for him to free his hard cock. Once that’s done, he lays you onto the cold floor, and positions himself between your legs, which brings you close enough to his cock to feel it prodding against your cunt. 

You can’t breathe, not when you’re basically smothered by his weight, pinning you down to the ground and not allowing you to move. There’s no chance for you to meet his gaze, for he’s far too distracted to keep his eyes locked on one position only. 

“You’re a dragon, sweet niece,” he grunts. “That cunt of a Lannister would not know how to handle it… let me take care of you.”

You release a shuddered breath when the tip of his cock meets the resistance of your tightness, forcing your body to go rigid. But despite that, Daemon is able to ease himself inside of you. It takes him a few seconds to fill you to the brim, taking his sweet time to allow you to adjust to each other. 

And you sure do. 

He pushes inside at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. When his hips are still, your tight walls slowly accommodate his impressive size. But even then Daemon already knows he can’t keep this up for long, for your cunt is squeezing him so tightly, he is sure he’ll spend himself too quickly for his own liking. 

It takes you a moment, but as you feel him twitching, briefly brushing the sensitive spot inside of you, your stiff muscles seem to thaw. You arch your back against him, melting into the warmth that radiates off him. 

A quiet whine leaves your lips that prompts him to meet your gaze. “That’s it,” Daemon coos softly, a slight strain in his husky voice. He brings a hand behind your head to support it and make it a bit more comfortable for you, lifting it off the hard ground. 

Bowing his head forwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. It is languid, tender even, but doesn’t lack any passion. There’s a burning inside of you, and you feel completely filled to the brim, yet it’s not as uncomfortable as the first few seconds have been. 

Perhaps it’s the possibility of being caught by your own kin or other nobles, or being defiled by him so openly, but you can’t seem to get enough. No, you don’t even mind if anyone sees you, not when all you’ve prayed for finally comes true. 

“I thought you were a pious maiden,” he rasps, immediately giving in to the pleasure and his urges, “not one that enjoys sin as much as this.” 

Though your face is contorted in both pleasure and slight discomfort, you keep your eyes open and locked with his, carefully studying his face. “I–I think the Seven would want me to be happy… would they not?” you don’t state it, you ask, silently needing his reassurance and asking for guidance. 

As he notices the hidden meaning behind your words, he flashes you a sly grin, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I believe as much.” 

Daemon starts to thrust into you, coaxing one whiny moan after the other from your parted lips. The pace is slow, and you can tell by the way he has his jaw set that it takes a whole lot of restraint for him to keep it that way. You know he’s an experienced man, having heard lots of stories about him and his conquests, and you appreciate him practicing patience with you. 

“Fuck, I-... you were made for me,” he groans against the side of your face, merely propped up on his forearms to not put too much weight on you. The feeling of his breath fanning over your skin, and the sounds he makes vibrating against it, ignite a fire in your veins you haven’t felt before. 

“You were always meant to be mine, but your father is too dull to see it.” Light kisses trail over your jaw and the side of your neck, meaning he can’t see the color his words bring to your cheeks. 

Entangling your fingers in his short, silver strands, you just rest your hand there to keep yourself grounded, until one particular thrust that seems a bit rougher than the others has you eventually tugging on the tresses not-so-gently. The action pulls his head back and exposes his throat to you, and it’s far too enticing to not to lean in and press your lips to the bump in the front of it. Daemon groans at that, and, in response to his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you, your walls clench around him. 

You haven’t been touched by a man before, even rarely by yourself, and thus you’re not quite familiar with the pressure that builds inside of your body. It has the grip of your legs around his waist tightening and your toes curling, but other than that you’re not quite sure what to expect. 

“Good girl, taking me so well,” he grunts, spurred on by the way your walls squeeze and choke his cock, clearly knowing you’re close to your peak. His praise goes straight to your head, and you whimper in return, stammering a ‘th-thank you, uncle.’

“Wet my cock, little niece, make a mess for me,” he all but commands, a dominant edge to his voice that has you shivering. 

Far too lost in the pleasure his body grants you, you hardly notice him driving his hips into yours with more fervor and determination, an approving ‘mhhh’ and stutters of his name escaping your lips. 

It probably is a vague guess, but Daemon’s mouth claims yours with newfound hunger as your peak washes over you in an ambush, effectively drinking down every wanton moan and whimper that has threatened to leave them. 

Something akin to fire spreads through your veins which prompts your leg to tremble uncontrollably, locking around his waist. Your walls flutter and convulse all over him, and white, hot pleasure clouds your vision. 

Only when the tremors slowly subside does your uncle tilt his head back. He watches you in awe, studying the drowsy expression on your face though the pistoning of his hips hasn’t stopped. And he won’t stop, not even when you’re no more than a quivering and whimpering mess beneath him, and you’re very close to turning into one. 

He cups your chin, pinning your head to the ground as he increases the pace of his thrusts again, using your relaxed state to chase his own peak. 

It feels overwhelming, a different kind of aching suddenly burning between your legs, and you try to squirm away, but his grip on you is as adamant as he’s relentless. 

“I shall spill myself inside of you,” he grunts, “would you like that? Do you want my seed in your belly?” 

All you can whimper are incoherent words, but are still aware enough to not be too loud. Daemon takes the benefit of the doubt and settles on a whiny yes, far too enticed by the thought of you going round with his child. 

He can’t hold himself back any longer with the repercussions of your peak driving him to his own, practically bursting as he spills his seed. His hips falter as he topples over the edge, his twitching member spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. 

But there’s not really any time for you two to dwell in the bliss, not when Daemon gathers himself so quickly to get back on his feet. He fixes his attire, straightening his tunic and redoing the laces of his breeches before he helps you up.

You perturbedly look around, breathing heavily, and smooth out the skirts of your dress. Being unsteady on your feet, you shift your weight from one leg to the other and grimace at the wetness that spreads between your thighs at the lack of smallclothes to gather it. His seed seeps from your swollen cunt down your flushed skin and makes you overly aware of the claim he has asserted over you.  

You’re too stunned to speak, your mouth opening and closing without any words leaving your lips. Knowing he was a rogue, you would have never thought of your uncle doing such things, even less of yourself. 

“I-I–” 

“We will keep this between us,” Daemon interrupts, figuring what’s plaguing your mind. 

The act of sin between you two has been so improper, and you’re certain your father would force you to become a Silent Sister if the word of your act would spread around court. So, it’s slightly calming to know you can rely on your uncle to protect your reputation and care for your safety. 

You nod and swallow thickly. “I-I hope so?” 

The silence between you in the carriage on your way back to the Red Keep is thick with tension, and though Daemon helps you climb down the steps before he leaves to attend his princely duties, something does not sit right with you. 

And only when you hear a knock on your chamber’s door around the Hour of the Owl do you figure that the feeling was right. Maester Mellos stands opposite of you, a goblet whose content is unknown in his hand. He hands it over, and you feel your blood run cold at his words. 

“A tea, princess. From the king. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences.”

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