#injustice 2 imagines

[theonewiththecrown]

Can we just discuss these 2 panels?

Alfred had a rose on his tray when he visited Athanasia. And Ubu had a rose on tray when he took medicine to sick Ra's.

It is really so cute!

[lizzyiii]

His Lady Love

pairing | young aemond x vampire!reader

word count | 4.1k words

summary | aemond becomes obsessed with his mother's newest lady-in-waiting. he seeks her comfort after aegon takes him to the brothel.

tags | AFAB reader, older woman/younger man (more like older girl/younger boy), delusional aemond, angst/comfort, aemond pov.

note | my first time posting, also I really wanted to see what it would be like with a vampire in hotd, PART 2 coming soon.

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

He was ten and two when Aemond Targaryen first laid eyes upon your bewitching figure. At first, he was convinced it was a mere trick of his own mind, a mere mirage conjured forth by imagination and longing.

Clad in a resplendent gown of deep wine red, you appeared nothing short of ethereal, your skin seeming to glow beneath the vibrant hue of her attire. Your hair, intricately braided into an elaborate updo, lent an air of regal sophistication to your youthful appearance. It was no wonder that you had swiftly ascended to the ranks of his mother's most esteemed ladies in waiting.

Despite his tender age, Aemond was keenly aware of the profound allure that you exuded. You could not have been more than eight and ten, and yet you possessed a rare and ineffable grace that captured his young heart with an instantaneous and profound intensity.

In that fleeting moment of their initial encounter, he became resolutely certain that, when he came of age, you would be the one he would take as his wife.

He despised them. The sheer sight of Aegon and his nephews filled Aemond with deep-seated resentment. It was a reminder of the injustice he felt deep in his bones. Aegon and those bastards, useless and undeserving, had been gifted with dragons, while Aemond, a true warrior, was left without one. As if to add insult to injury, they had gifted him a lowly pig, a cruel mockery of his situation.

Consumed by anger and grief, Aemond could not contain his rage any longer. He stormed into the Dragon Pit, the heat and fury of the dragons surrounding him. In the chaos, he narrowly escaped being burnt alive, only to find himself scolded by his mother.

And then he was seeking solace in her arms. Rare as it was for her to offer comfort, Aemond clung to her, desperate for any shred of comfort in the face of his overwhelming emotions.

Before their moment could fully settle, a soft, melodic voice filled the room. "Your Grace - Oh, I apologize for interrupting," your voice wafted into the chamber, causing Aemond to hastily pull away from his mother, his back turned as he hastily wiped away the traces of dirt and tears from his face.

Aemond straightened his posture and steadied his breath, turning to find you standing in the doorway, your eyes filled with genuine concern and compassion. He felt a pang of embarrassment as he realized he had been caught in such a vulnerable moment.

"It's alright, My Lady," his mother, Alicent, reassured you as you approached them. Aemond couldn't help but notice the weariness in his mother's expression. Did comforting her son take such a toll on her?

Alicent gave Aemond a brief, tightening look before turning to her lady-in-waiting. "Perhaps you could see my son back to his chambers," she suggested, her tone laced with a hint of exasperation.

It was clear that his mother was eager to pass him off to her lady in waiting, but Aemond couldn't bring himself to feel too upset. Since his lady love happened to be the one assigned to escort him, he had no complaints. Despite their six-year age difference, Aemond was confident that once he reached his maturity, their age gap would no longer matter.

"Of course, Your Grace," you said with a respectful bow of your head. Your gaze slowly shifted to the prince, and he nodded as he made his way out the door, with you following close behind.

"You're wondering about my appearance," Aemond murmured softly, his focus fixed straight ahead as the two of you strolled through the corridors of the Red Keep.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and Aemond savored the sound, filled with pride knowing he had elicited it. "Tis not my place to ask questions, My Prince," your warm voice filled his ears, "But judging by the ash and dirt on your fair skin, I would venture that you were likely at the dragon pit."

"It's unfair," Aemond grumbled indignantly, feeling an unjust injustice in the situation. Immediately, he wished he could take back his words, realizing that he had unintentionally come across as childish when he was supposed to be displaying to you his maturity and wisdom.

"The world can be cruel and unjust, My Prince," you replied with a saccharine sweetness in your voice, "But that is why it is imperative for you to assert your authority and take command of your destiny."

Aemond angled his head to catch a glimpse of your elegant profile, admiring not just your physical beauty but also the astuteness of your words. "And how can I accomplish that?" he inquired.

You turned to meet his gaze, your eyes locking and causing his heart to skip a beat. You bestowed him with a subtle yet meaningful smile before you said, "By refusing to accept a life you do not deserve."

"And what of you," Aemond inquired, "What do you believe you deserve, My Lady?" If you were to marry him, you would lack nothing; he was prepared to grant you any request you might make.

"It’s difficult to say," you murmured, tilting your head thoughtfully. Even that Aemond found endearing, "Some individuals believe they are worthy of the entire world, whereas I value simplicity."

Aemond raised an inquisitive silver brow, "Simplicity?"

"Stability and security. A serene life," you explained. Then you glanced down and offered him a warm smile, "Perhaps we can continue our discussion another time, your grace."

Aemond was scarred. Left disfigured and crippled, condemned to a life of one-eyed hardship due to the foolish actions of his bastard nephew. He had once thought it a fair exchange, an eye for a dragon, but now, lying in his chamber chambers, sedated by the potent poppy milk, he questioned his own judgement.

Aemond frowned as he noticed they had reached the doors to his chambers. Before he could utter another word, you nodded courteously and departed. He was determined to offer you a serene life. As his wife, he would spare no effort in providing for you. And in turn you would be his serenity.

As he lay there, disabled and near death, he longed for your presence. Perhaps that was why he willingly surrendered to the effects of the poppy milk, for it allowed him to see you in his dreams. He took solace in slumber, for it was there that he could find you, if only in his mind.

But despite his yearning to see you in waking life, a part of him hesitated. He did not want you to witness the repulsive scar that marred his once-perfect face, especially the swollen and oozing scar where his left eye once was.

The pain from his injuries radiated through his body, a burning fire within him that consumed all other emotions. Aemond's thoughts turned to vengeance, as he vowed to take back what was stolen from him. His mind was set on becoming the best warrior in the Seven Kingdoms, one to surpass even his uncle, Daemon Targaryen, and he would not rest until he had retribution.

He would not accept a life he did not deserve, as his lady love had told him. With the biggest dragon in the world by his side, Aemond was determined to become even better than his past self. And then, you would be his. His lady love would be his wife, and together, you and him would rule with fire and blood.

He longed to shed his skin. The scorching heat in the chamber had become unbearable. The wine she had offered him churned in his gut, causing him to fight the urge to expel it.

Following the feast of Aemond's thirteenth nameday, Aegon had hinted at a surprise for him. Little did Aemond know that his elder brother would lead him into the depths of a pleasure house. Without a chance to protest, Aegon vanished into a sea of bodies and silks.

Next, Aemond found himself ensconced in a chamber bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles. Obscene tapestries adorned the walls, depicting the most intimate of acts between man and woman. And then, a woman entered. She was of an age exceeding even that of his own mother.

She cooed at him, showering him with soft words and adulation. Soon, she was touching him, disrobing him. Aemond wanted to protest, to scream for her to stop, but his vocal cords betrayed him. His body quivered as she caressed him, whispering into his ear.

Once it was over, Aemond was left in a daze. His body no longer felt like his own. Swiftly, he scrambled to dress himself, fleeing the brothel in a disheveled state, He didn't care where Aegon was, all he could think about was reaching you.

His heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the secret passageways of Maegor's Holdfast, his lungs burning with each desperate breath and tears falling down his pale cheeks. He bypassed his own chambers and his mother's, instead making a beeline for the guest wing where he had roamed many times in an attempt to get a glimpse of you.

Finally, he reached her door and pounded on it frantically, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to compose himself. He had to see you. He needed you.

As the door creaked open, his eye widened with the realization that you and him had not spoken since he had lost his eye, and he had carelessly left his eye patch behind in the brothel. He feared that you would see his disfigurement. Before he could flee, however, the door swung open.

You stood before him, ethereal and captivating. Your locks cascaded down, some strands delicately tucked behind your ears. Cloaked in a deep crimson silk robe, which accentuated your graceful form.

Though your initial expression seemed perturbed by the intrusion, it quickly softened as your gaze fell upon Aemond. Your eyes wandered over his disheveled appearance and his one glassy eye, and a wave of concern washed over your features.

And without a second thought, he threw himself into your soft body, wrapping his arms around your waist as he laid his head against your stomach. Almost instantly his tears returned and after a moment, your arms came around him hesitantly, offering him your comfort.

Gently, you extracted yourself from his arms and offered your hand to him and without hesitation, he took it. Your skin was soft, yet cold, providing relief to his overheated body. You led him into your chambers which was simple and minimalistic, but all Aemond could focus on was the coolness of your touch.

Guiding him to the chaise in your chamber, you gently urged him to take a seat. As you walked away, Aemond mourned the loss of your touch, but you soon returned with a goblet in hand, offering it to him.

With a hint of wariness, Aemond took a tentative sip, finding the water refreshing. He greedily drank, while your worried eyes remained fixed on him.

As he finished the water, you placed a hand on his wrist, your concern evident in your touch. "You must tell me what happened, my prince," you urged, your voice soft but determined.

Aemond’s gaze turned away, a tempest brewing in his heart. “Shall I summon your mother, then?” you suggested, your tone a mere whisper laced with concern.

At the mention of his mother, Aemond’s eye snapped back to yours, desperation flickering in his gaze. “No. No, please don’t do that,” he pleaded, his voice a hushed urgency.

Swallowing hard, Aemond felt the weight of his brother's casual cruelty descend upon him. “Aegon,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, “he said it was a surprise. A rite of passage, he called it. He told me it was time to… get it wet.” He faltered, the memory crashing over him like waves against a rocky shore. Closing his eye, he inhaled sharply as his pulse quickened, “I can still feel it. Her hands were everywhere, warm and suffocating. I didn’t know how to make it stop... so I just waited until it was done.” Pain and confusion tangled in his chest, threatening to spill over.

He felt your gentle touch then, your hand gliding from his wrist to envelop his own in a tender squeeze. “Oh,” you murmured softly, your voice a balm against the chaos within him

But as you slowly withdrew your hand, a wave of panic surged through Aemond, tightening his grip on yours. “No…” he breathed, desperation creeping into his tone. You hushed him gently, your grip reassuring as you leaned closer. “Calm yourself, my prince. I intend to run you a warm bath, to cleanse you of the filth from that place.”

He nodded, though a nervous knot twisted in his stomach, and watched as you glided away into the adjoining bathing chamber. As Aemond took in the chamber surrounding him, he noted its unadorned simplicity. No treasures adorned the walls, no personal tokens to lend a semblance of warmth or familiarity. Yet, a heavy goblet rested on the table before him, catching his eye. The reddish liquid within gleamed like blood in the dim light, causing a shiver to race down his spine. He forced his gaze away, willing himself to ignore the unsettling thought as he waited for your return.

Moments later, you reemerged, the soft fabric of your robe trailing behind you. “Your bath is ready, my prince,” you said gently, cradling in your arms a neatly folded bundle of his clean clothing.

“How did you retrieve my clothes so swiftly?” Aemond asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

You averted your eyes, but he caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Your chambers lie but a breath away from mine."

But his chambers were on the other side of the castle?

Aemond's heart raced, not out of insecurity concerning his form — for he considered himself a Targaryen, and his lineage was his strength. Yet, the hole of his left eye gnawed at his pride. You met his gaze with an equal measure of courage, undeterred by the scar that marred what once was a handsome countenance. It was still the body of a boy, and though he was thirteen, he could not shake the flicker of embarrassment that flared in his chest.

Stealing a furtive glance towards you, Aemond found comfort in the fact that your eyes were cast downward, filled with allocation rather than scrutiny. With a swift motion, he shed the last vestiges of his clothing, and with that, slipped into the warmth of the steaming bath. As the water enveloped him, a sense of relief washed over him, mingled with surprise. The oils that swirled within the bath carried your fragrance, soothing and familiar, reminiscent of sunlit fields and the gentle sway of blossoms in the breeze.

"Shall I fetch a maid, my prince?" You asked, your voice soft and gentle. Your eyes finally settled upon him, he could detect an undercurrent of genuine concern.

"No," he replied curtly, his tone sharper than intended, the remnants of his pride still gnawing at him.

Aemond could hear you hum softly as you came to kneel by the edge of the bath, your fingers trailing in the water as you offered him a placating smile, radiating warmth that contrasted sharply with the chill of the world outside. Aemond’s gaze remained fixed on you as you began to scrub away the remnants of what had happened just before.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked softly, your eyes momentarily flitting from his face to the scar that bisected it before you continued your ministrations, your cloth gently gliding over his skin as if to erase the memories of that night.

“Stings sometimes,” Aemond replied, a shadow of shame dancing across his features.

You nodded, your hands deftly working to cleanse his face, but your gaze lingered on his empty eye socket—an echo of loss and pain that pierced deeper than any physical wound.

He cast his gaze downward, feeling the familiar pang of discomfort rise. “It’s… ugly,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.

With an unexpected tenderness, you cupped his face in her hands, guiding him back to meet your gaze. “No, my prince,” you countered softly. “Not ugly. Merely different, a testament to your strength. You might even adorn it, you know.”

Adorn it? Aemond raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite the prickling pride that flared. “With what?” he asked, fixing his single violet eye upon you, momentarily captivated.

A gentle smile danced on your lips, a flash of mischief flickering in your expression, illuminating your features in the dim light. “Why not place a jewel in it, perhaps? What’s your favorite jewel?”

He shrugged, a habitual defense against showing too much of himself. “I don’t know,” he replied, his voice low.

The question hung in the air as you added, “Mine are sapphires."

Aemond’s thoughts drifted momentarily, recalling the dresses you had worn, swirling fabrics in hues that bespoke your grace. A pang struck him; “I’ve never seen you in blue.”

You shook your head dismissively, your eyes averted, as you responded, “It does not suit me, my prince."

“Impossible,” he mumbled, the word escaping in a barely audible whisper. He found it hard to believe you could not wear something so exquisite and innocent as blue, just as he found it hard to believe himself worthy of your affection. You were a jewel in your own right, far surpassing the treasures of the crown and the markets.

Once Aemond was freshly scrubbed clean and clad in his simple garments, the flickering torchlight cast shadows upon the stone walls of the Red Keep. You regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Are you ready to retire to your chambers now, my prince?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's heart sank at the thought of leaving your presence. The heavy weight of what had occurred a few hours ago felt more burdensome than ever. He cleared his throat, struggling to imbue his tone with the command expected of a Targaryen, "I wish to stay here."

Your brow furrowed slightly, and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, but you nodded nonetheless, leading him back toward your bed where you made to arrange the bedding around him. His lone eye followed your every movement, drawn to the curves of your form and the gentle way you tended to him. As you turned to leave, Aemond’s instincts took hold. With a swift motion, he grasped your wrist, his grip tighter than he intended. "Stay with me."

Your expression shifted to a sternness reminiscent of his mother, a reminder of the propriety and decorum that governed your lives. "That would be most inappropriate." Your tone was firm.

"Please," he murmured, his voice dropping to a near pleading softness.

With a heavy sigh that betrayed your weariness, you succumbed to his request, moving to the far side of your bed and, to his joy, sliding beneath the sheets. Aemond felt a rush of daring coursing through him like wildfire; he subtly shifted closer, resting his head on your chest. For a brief moment, he feared rejection, his thoughts racing to the taunts of his nephews and the ache of the void left by his lost eye. But then, as if sensing his need for solace, your arms enveloped him, warmth flooding through the cold shadows of the brothel.

In that cocoon of stolen intimacy, Aemond found refuge. The bitter weight of Aegon’s taunts, the pain of his injury, and the disquiet of the brothel faded away like whispers in the wind. He was no longer Aemond, the one-eyed prince; he was simply a man seeking comfort from the woman he loved.

Weeks after, Aemond strode into his chambers with the weight of the day's demands heavy upon him, only to halt in his tracks at the sight of a delicate gift-wrapped parcel resting atop his oaken table. Unease prickled at the edges of his mind as he approached, an unfamiliar crested insignia embossed on the fine paper hinting at its sender. With practiced grace, he unwrapped the offering, and there within gleamed a sapphire so vivid it whispered of the sea’s depths, glinting alluringly in the candlelight.

A smile unbidden flickered across his features, for he knew—knew it was from you. A token of your affection, bright as the glory of House Targaryen itself. It swelled his heart, igniting a warmth that had grown chill. He could envision your soft gaze as you selected the gem, the way your laughter danced through the air like the sweetest song.

Determined to express his gratitude, he spent the day scouring the halls of the Red Keep, threading his way through the throngs of courtiers and servants, all the while searching for your familiar figure. But fate, it seemed, had conspired against him. The hours slipped by like sand through his fingers, and as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting long shadows throughout the stone halls, bitterness sank into his bones.

After the evening meal, his resolve led him to seek his mother. With a furrowed brow, he pushed the door ajar and entered, expecting to find answers from her. But the sight that greeted him was far from comforting. Alicent sat hunched over a letter, the wax seal shattered beside her, her expression dark and heavy with unspoken words that lingered in the air like the scent of damp earth before a storm.

“Aemond?” she murmured, as if startled from a reverie, her voice a mere whisper, laden with melancholy.

He watched her for a moment, his previous thrill of joy eclipsed by her obvious distress. “What troubles you, Mother?” he ventured, stepping closer.

Alicent lifted her head, her expression a fragile mask that crumbled the moment she met his gaze. A semblance of a smile teased her lips, but the sorrow beneath was palpable. “All is well, my son,” she lied.

He knew the bond his mother shared with you, the girl who had nestled herself in the depths of his mother’s affection, unlike the numerous ladies-in-waiting who flitted about like storm-dodging sparrows. To Alicent, you were not merely a servant but a girl she cherished as if you were her own blood.

But Aemond’s sharp eye caught the glimmer of distress that lingered in her tone. He advanced further into the room, his gaze honing in on the parchment that lay forgotten in her delicate grasp. “What is it?” he pressed, his heart beginning to thrum in his chest, sensing the foreboding weight of something unsaid.

Alicent's voice was tinged with sorrow, a shade that unsettled Aemond's heart as she whispered the name of his beloved, “It is from her.” The chill of her words struck him like winter's breath. “She has decided to leave the Keep."

In that moment, it felt as though the very foundations of King's Landing trembled, the walls echoing his anguish. Aemond's heart tightened painfully, a dragon's fang sinking into his chest, yet Alicent remained blissfully unaware of her son’s turmoil as she set the letter down upon the polished mahogany table before turning away, her silhouette retreating into the shadows of her room.

Stinging tears threatened to spill from the corners of his eye. You could not have forsaken him; you would never abandon the bond the two of you shared, so why had you departed? Aemond seized the letter, his hand shaking with urgency, his eye darting across the elegant script. You had spoken of a deep homesickness, a yearning to reconnect with your family. You graciously thanked his mother for her kindness during your stay.

Yet, amidst your carefully penned words lay an abyss of uncertainty. No mention of where you had gone, nor any promise of when—or if—you would return. Only your name, signed with elegant flourish and the seal of your house—a sigil that felt as foreign to Aemond as a stranger’s face.

— Mikaelson

[buttercuparry]

I am very worried that Siraj ( @siraj2024 ) may not be able to get to 30k CAD by the end of this week 

We have got only 2 days left now!!

Siraj, who is both a journalist and writer, never imagined a time in which he would be forced to plead for monetary help from strangers on the internet. This genocide, now in its 10th month, has devastated his life and forced him to turn to us, and to you. His house, which was a dream come true for his family, has been bombed by the IDF, forcing Siraj to bear witness to a decade of hard work crumbling to the ground. All this injustice comes at the hands of the illegal settler state of “Israel” and its Imperial sponsor, the USA.

Because of the manufactured famine and violence by the occupation , everyday has been a nightmare for Siraj. Food is hard to come by and what little there is- it is extremely costly. There is also no clean drinking water in Gaza Strip either and this is all the more alarming, since recently there has been discovery of  polio virus in the free flowing sewage water putting all unvaccinated children at risk of an epidemic, with gaza's medical infrastructure almost completely destroyed

The settler colony is not only bombing and administrating deadly ground invasions but, it has also created such conditions that children who by some luck  have escaped being in the line of fire,  now have every possibility of contracting deadly illnesses!

Siraj's little son is seriously ill !!

It is something Siraj has worried about for some time now, with all the illnesses the children of gaza are being exposed to today and none of the medical resources left to help. You cannot afford to get sick in gaza anymore, just as you cannot afford to get injured. This is his worst fear come to life. 

This places Siraj’s son in a deeply vulnerable situation.For the past two days Siraj has been unable to come online properly to campaign - he can’t spare time for the campaign because he must care for his child, and in these two days where Siraj has been stretched thin between obligations, and time was taken from his pleas for help, his campaign stagnated.

If you truly believe in the Palestinian cause, if you truly want them to have a life of dignity then please do not turn away the moment they stop to take a breath.  

Siraj wants to rebuild his home to escape the tent life which is proving difficult for his children! He wants to remain in Gaza. He cannot bear to think that his wife Halima has no privacy, that she has to endure even this amidst trying to survive a genocide. Does he really  have to travel 3 km everyday, no matter what to post his daily updates, for you to keep  caring? Does he have to showcase pictures of his sick children to the world to garner your sympathy? Does he have to expose his family to the racist dehumanization faced by Palestinians in real life and on this site, when he already bears the burnt of harassment from Zionists who hate him for daring to  expose the occupation in all its brutality? If it is not so then please boost and donate!

We only have 2 days to reach 30k !!

Currently at $26930 CAD. Only $40 CAD donated in the last hour. Do not fail Siraj now!

(Vetting at number 219 on Hussein and Nabulsi's list )

[luna-azzurra]

Character motivations for fictional characters

1. Revenge: Seeking vengeance for a past wrong or harm.

2. Power: Craving dominance and control over others.

3. Love and Relationships: Longing for love, companionship, and emotional connection.

4. Redemption: Seeking to atone for past mistakes and find forgiveness.

5. Survival: Striving to stay alive in dangerous or challenging circumstances.

6. Justice: Fighting against injustice and upholding fairness.

7. Exploration: Satisfying curiosity and a desire for discovery.

8. Ambition: Relentlessly pursuing success and achievement.

9. Freedom: Seeking liberation from oppression and constraints.

10. Knowledge and Wisdom: Thirsting for knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

11. Family: Protecting and nurturing one's family and loved ones.

12. Acceptance: Craving acceptance and validation from others.

13. Friendship: Building and maintaining meaningful friendships.

14. Escape: Seeking to break free from a stifling or undesirable situation.

15. Truth: Uncovering the truth and exposing lies or deceit.

16. Creativity: Expressing oneself and bringing imagination to life.

17. Competition: Striving to be the best and outperform others.

18. Self-Discovery: Embarking on a journey to understand oneself better.

19. Healing: Seeking emotional, physical, or spiritual healing.

20. Faith and Belief: Holding strong religious or spiritual convictions.

21. Mentorship: Guiding and inspiring others to reach their potential.

22. Revolution: Fighting against oppressive systems and advocating for change.

23. Sacrifice: Putting others' needs above one's own and making difficult choices.

24. Fear: Overcoming fears and finding strength in the face of adversity.

25. Fame: Desiring recognition, acclaim, and celebrity status.

26. Identity: Discovering and understanding one's true self.

27. Empathy: Understanding and connecting with others' emotions and experiences.

28. Tradition: Upholding cultural or familial traditions and values.

29. Rebellion: Resisting authority and challenging the status quo.

[duhafamilly]

Hello friends, today is Talin’s birthday and she turns 2 years old ❤️

Tallinn lived in very difficult conditions during the war, with severe burns in the abdomen and difficult skin diseases that no one could bear, which the woman with curly hair was able to bear 🍉

Just imagine how much she has changed in the war and how much injustice the child is exposed to 💔

You can send donations to her or share this post. Our donation campaign is weak and we have not received donations for days. Help Talin and her family live a better life. No one has adopted our campaign 💔🥺

@punkitt-is-here @90-ghost @appsa @lady-byleth @northgazaupdates2 @northshore-hawaii @el-shab-hussein @gaycoraline

[brewingcoffi]

UNDERTALE: YELLOW ‘REVIVED! CLOVER’ AU

PART 1

Explanation:

AS WE CAN TELL BY THE CUTSCENES, THAT DYING WITHOUT A SOUL ISNT IMMEDIATE. but slowly, it sorta drains away your energy, but seeing that Clover was literally hunched down during Floweys speech before having ENOUGH energy to drag themselves to position their last death place shows how REALLY strong Clover is. So, assuming that they DIDNT immediately passed away after they positioned themselves for prob a few last breath minutes really made me think.

What if Flowey decided to still keep Clover? They were ‘pals’ Yeah. Flowey decided to let them rest… BBBBBut, what if before Clover used their last breath. Floweys forced a TINY ounce of his determination into them. Making Clover a sort of a walking dying corpse.

Nevertheless, since it is shown that Clover has enough energy to drag themselves without their soul. In their now revived state, they can do simple movements by themselves. It’s just their legs can't balance anymore due to a lack of soul energy, so Flowey helps them with their balance and movements by being their support via using Vines as body strings.

Flowey and Them DO meet Frisk at some point,

Clover genuinely looks so tired which make sense because they literally got their energy sucked out after they lost their soul. Clover now has to drink ANY energy giving drinks or they barely functions for 2 hours (Forced to drink coffee.)

Character Info:

Clover & Flowey

Due to Clover's SOUL already being taken Encased in a capsule (Takes places during OG Undertale.)

Flowey mostly ‘Helps’ with their movements since without a soul, their control over their body are VERY WEAK. Revived! Clover can’t do Shit. Only thinks and blinks (But has enough energy to speak simple words.) of course, they can move their arms with any leftover weak energy. but it will never be enough to resists Flowey's control over their movement and actions.

I also wanted to add a detail that the vines will extend more rapidly and secure/support more, depending on what body part(s) Clover is going to use more effortly just incase of Clover was caught in a fight.

Qna questions that are answered for the lore of this AU:

Question 1. You think the lack of a soul might cause empathy/emotion issues like with flowey? Imagine flowey teaching clover to cope with it.

Answer:

“The answer is, Yeah! But, I have a feeling or a (hc of course) that it still has same affect upon losing your soul, slowly but surely. It would take Clover a few days or maybe one month in the underground to suddenly lose their concept of emotions, since like what happened after they lost their soul.

But Clover probably "tries' to hold onto their emotions to as long as possible, to make sure they don't ended up like flowey (I like to think that they slowly soon starts to act semi-like their genocide counterpart; ruthless and bold.)”

Question 2. Wondering how their friends would interact with how... "kind of alive" their body is. Or heck, how they and their friends would interact with the undertale cast.

Before the aftermath, how would Clover "kind-of live" in the underground? With all of the emotionlessness consuming their days, would they act like some kind of cryptid since they don't want their friends to see them as this... soulless shell.

Answer:

1.) I bet they would interact with Clover by treating them like a glass child (Which would start A LOT of conflicts, especially when the side effect of being soulless could affect their moral Justice as well.), and for the UT cast, it depends on your idea!

2.) Clover went into hiding and lived off caffeine and energy drinks(Or leftover food from their inventory.) But, Flowey being their pal would probably give them food if they don't, And Yeah! Clover became this ‘Cryptic entity’ that tends to lurk around where ‘Injustice or corruption’ happens. I like to see Clover, before the emotionlessness began; Was that Clover USED to be this ‘Peacekeeper’ vigilante. Relating to them acting like this ‘Cryptic’ due to them. Even in OG Undertale, I like to imagine that Clover appears for a short period of time and disappears from Frisk point of view(Like that Flowey Easter egg from the OG UT.)

Question 3. does clover tell flowey what limb or does flowey just know?

Answer:

Well, they used The first one, but until a few days or weeks, they’ve gotten used to it, so Flowey now just knows.

4. What exactly WAS flowey's plan for Clover

Answer:

The only logical and ‘in-character’ thought I had of Flowey’s plan; was that Flowey was going to use Clover against or perhaps use Clover as bait/trick the last human child, and help kill King Asgore. Which backfired.

And I also realized that Clover no longer has their Gun, so I wanted to give Clover a weapon to help ppl while also defending themselves. (Clover is used to range, so they probably suck-ass on melee weapons.)

[cepheustarot]

What do you need to know about yourself?

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.

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Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: By yourself, you are a fairly calm person who prefers stability in life and strives for harmony in all spheres of life, balance in these spheres of life is also important for you. Most often you have a really calm state, it is difficult to anger, you also calmly react to failures or unexpected events in your life. However, now you do not feel this harmony in yourself, an imbalance prevails inside you, you feel yourself between two fires and are indecisive, to a greater extent your condition is related to one person. As the cards show, this person is close to you, they may be an earthly zodiac sign (Capricorn, Virgo, Taurus), may be the same age as you, may be in the same company, it may be your best friend or your crush, a new acquaintance with whom you quickly found a common language. But in any case, I see that you are now feeling rather incomprehensible, indecisive, unable to realize your feelings for this person. There is a high probability that this is due to an unpleasant situation from childhood or adolescence and this fear has remained with you. You are careful with people and it is difficult for you to open up to them, tell them something personal, open your soul, as if you keep some people at a distance and prefer to keep it without getting closer.

Pile 2: You are a very bright person who attracts people with your charisma, your aura and your eloquence. With such personality traits, you are capable of being a leader and, as the cards show, you love to be one, love to work in a team, take the main role in it and lead people, inspire them. As the cards show, you are also a very purposeful person with great ambitions, you are really able to achieve a lot due to your resourcefulness and ability to find an approach to people, you probably know how to establish connections with people. The cards also show that you can act rashly, most often you act impulsively and do not make plans, do not think through your every step. You lack a cold head and thoughtfulness in your actions, it will be useful for you to learn how to plan, think through your actions a few steps ahead, have backup plans because thanks to these qualities you will be able to achieve much more in your life than you could imagine. It will also save you from unnecessary actions and unforeseen situations.

Pile 3: You are a cold-minded person, you always try to think clearly and objectively but nevertheless you like to rely on your principles. You may have clear ideas about good and evil, about justice and injustice, and you tend to divide the world into right and wrong. You may also have doubts about some news or facts, people's words, because it is important for you that arguments are given. In disputes, you also rely on logic, people's feelings are less important to you than the arguments and evidence themselves. I also note that you rely more solely on yourself, very rarely do you turn to someone for help, you prefer to act on your own. You are very good at solving everything alone, but because of this you lack the support of other people. Do you seem to be very distrustful of people? Because the cards show you really as a person who puts yourself first and trusts yourself exclusively. This is not a bad thing but it is equally important for you to have support in the person of at least a few close people.

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Higuruma Thoughts Pt. 2

Image credit : https://www.pinterest.com/LaoGiaHoTuoc/

A/N: For the lovely @hunnie-lily, because your reaction after seeing this image was hilarious 😂 Thanks for inspiring this drabble.

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Imagine kissing Higuruma after a night out. You withdraw, eyes opening languidly, still warm from the kiss...and see that staring at you, a few inches away from your face.

Judgeman means you no harm, he's just curious, but your reflexes kick in, and with a cry of survival, you punch it squarely in the middle of it's face.

"Injustice!" it shrieks as it glides away, feeling the rejection keenly.

Meanwhile, Higuruma is standing there shell-shocked, eyeing you as though you had just kicked a beloved pet.

The next date is spent with you trying to get Judgeman on your good side. It lurks behind the sofa, eyeing you warily as you pss-pss-pss at it, cajoling it with a little gavel-shaped cat toy, contemplating your life choices.

Divider by @/ cafekitsune

[vinjinssunglasses]

Haiii can i request a"when he is in a relationship with u" for taesoo? I feel like he would be husband material 😞🙏

Tysmm! Love your writing!💋

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character taesoo ma

summary him in a relationship w/ you <33

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end 7 sep

a/n sorry I’ve been so unmotivated recently 😭 tysm 4 requesting!! he deffo is husband material

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◈ He’s not the type of person to say “I love you”, he would prefer to show it. When you’re drunk, he’d carry you to bed and cook hangover soup with herbs. Then when you wake up, he’d insist to feed you and let you rest for as long as possible. When you’re sick, he’ll research and cook you all types of dishes that are known for treatment, adamant to stay by your side until you’re better.

◈ Taesoo isn’t the type to call you pet names, finding it difficult to let a small ‘sweetheart’ come out of his mouth. Only when you tease him with tiny pecks around his neck and face, purposefully avoiding his eager lips, will he then groan out an impatient “baby”, his voice filled with frustration and longing. You could tell what you were doing to him, and you loved it. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he instantly flusters and before you could even react, he pulls you into a tender kiss.

◈ Taesoo isn’t talkative — often not going into intricate details or going out of his way to say things that are too cheesy or romantic. Instead, he’d never let you have to lift a finger, whether it’s washing dishes, doing laundry, and so on. After he’s done, he even gives you a massage to help you unwind.

◈ He doesn’t have experience with lovers. While he’s had previous relationships but he’s never knew how to love somebody properly, always struggling to fully connect with his partners . His words often came out flat or plain wrong, his methods of affection coming out differently. Misunderstandings were a constant shadow over his relationships, fuelled by his difficulty to express what he really means.

◈ Truly listens to you. After a long, exhausting day, you poured out all your emotions while Taesoo calmly roasts a wild boar he had hunted that afternoon. The injustice hung on you for the whole day, leaving you moody and irritable. Tasso remained quiet and focused on the fire, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was even listening — or just avoiding saying something that’d rile you up further. However the next day, something unexpected happened; they even apologised, though a hint of fear lingered in their gaze that seemed to avoid yours.

◈ Loves when you sit on his lap. When he relaxes, his eyes linger too long on your hips, imagining how your body close to his will relieve the cold air hovering around his bouncing legs. Giving into his impulsion, Taesoo pulls you onto his legs, having no intention of letting you go nor letting you move. Taesoo’s breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel his whispered words into your skin. “Please, don’t move.” He murmurs, voice trembling slightly.

◈ Taesoo cherishes these intimate moments at his weakest when his guard is down, arms are wrapped around your figure, voice soft and raspy, expressing his deepest thoughts that he’s never imagined he’d ever tell. Trust doesn’t come easily; countless nights full of reassurance and warmth was the key to slowly shedding his protective layer.

◈ Lets you go hunting with him, teaching you how to use an arrow to hunt deers, and how to butcher animals. Though you’ll be subjected to overly strict rules, fuelled by his own need to protect you. Taesoo’s big hands glide over yours as he guides you on how to pull back the arrow, whispering “Keep your breath steady, and relax.”

ׂ╰┈➤ Your gaze was full of determination while his maintained a sense of worry, as if he saw the wandering deer as a dangerous creature rather than a mere animal grazing in the forest.

“Breathe with the bow.” The more he spoke, the harder it was to focus. Each word vibrates through the still air like the well-tuned hum of an instrument, a sweet blend of warmth and authority that made you weak to your knees.

When the deer finally stepped into the open, he gave a small nod and you let the arrow fly, hitting its target spot on. Though you felt slightly sympathetic watching it fall to its demise in a single moment. But if you thought that was difficult, the real work began when he taught you how to butcher the animal. You can feel his sharp gaze fixated on the way you hold the knife, instantly correcting you when it strayed too close. “Careful,” He tried his best to maintain his calm facade, yet his face revealed what he was really feeling. He ended up resting his knife on the board and insisted on watching you cut each slice of meat, his hands guiding yours once again and his gaze focused.

◈ Unbelievably weak to when you trace your fingers over his scars, leaning into your neck and eagerly pressing kisses against your neck, his hands finding their home along the curves on your body. Taesoo becomes shy to even show his face, because he knows he’s revealing his vulnerability.

◈ He would enjoy spending time with you in a quiet, meaningful way — watching as you learn how to cook from him, baking together, holding hands on a peaceful walk. Simply having you in his presence is enough to bring a small smile on his face.

◈ Truly loves every gift you give him, keeping it close in his favourite jacket and wearing the locket on his neck that you made for him. Holding it in his hands, he can’t help but smile, knowing it was crafted by your hands.

◈ Always puts you and your needs first, doing anything to make sure you’re comfortable. While doing so, Taesoo frequently overlooks his own well-being, sacrificing his own time and energy for you. Whether it’s staying up late with you or cancelling things to support you, his self-sacrificing nature knows no bounds. This unhealthy commitment leaves him psychically and emotionally drained, yet his devotion for your comfort keeps him going. So when you take the initiative to help him take over a new leaf, Taesoo doesn’t know what to do.

ׂ╰┈➤ At first, he objects. Being in the receiving end after giving for so long feels so foreign.

“You don’t have to do this for me, I’m fine.” He murmurs, but you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Yet you persist, and he gradually comes to accept it, letting you do whatever you want. After a while, you notice the tension in his muscles relaxing as he finally realises taking proper care of himself doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.

◈ Taesoo confessed to you first. Sick and tired of all the contradicting thoughts, he decided it was better to release all the weight on his shoulder than bottle it up. In fact, he foolishly believed that it would be easier to forget his feelings if you didn’t reciprocate them.

ׂ╰┈➤ That afternoon, he invited you to your favourite café and you happily accepted since it was his treat. As you chatted about recent events, you couldn’t help but notice his troubled expression and the way his gaze drifted away. When you asked if something was wrong, he simply nodded, taking a slow sip of his espresso. Just as you began to think you were reading too much into it, he suddenly looked at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” He blurted out, voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air, leaving you momentarily speechless. Taesoo has always been out of touch with how he feels, but this time, he’s finally sure of himself.

Your heart raced, tumbling and failing to make coherent sentences. All you wanted was to pull him into a deep embrace, to close the gap between you two. You could see the regret written all over his face, as if he wished he could undo it all. He bit his lip, holding back the apology he was too ashamed to even mutter.

“Taesoo.” You began, hesitant to put it into words.

“I love you too.”

[lady-griffin]

I wanted to quickly write out my feelings/thoughts on the song in Arcane’s new teaser trailer.

It could just be trailer music, but I believe Arcane Season 1’s trailer used Dirty Little Animals; so, it doesn’t seem farfetched to say this song will be in Season 2.

I just really loved the song.

It fit with what we see in the trailer as well as certain things I want for S2.

The music has a religious quality to it, not so much it’s like a hymn but with the chanting or choir, it feels very much – invoking a bigger force than one’s self, a calling to something bigger.

I also love that it's children singing, because again, the vibe I'm getting is a calling of arms.

Piltover abandoned Zaun’s children and while we’re obviously not going to only see children fighting Piltover; we are going to see a lot of young people going against Piltover or fighting for Zaun.

Which shows the true power imbalance and the injustice of it all. Piltover might think they’re doing what’s right and acting in the name of justice, but they’re just doing what they’ve always done -

They're putting the Undercity back in its place, back in the ground where they belong, because how dare they think they can attack them. How dare they start a war unprovoked.

The thing is, they're not just fighting evil chembarons or scary chem-tanks; but innocent people as well who have every right to hate and distrust them.

I can imagine there being a scene of someone (Caitlyn being very likely) telling people that Jinx is lying to them and this is all because of her...

But they're not going to reach a single person.

I also doubt Jinx is going to lie or really go out of her way to be anyone’s icon. Most likely she’s just going to be Jinx and look whether or not people should look to her as a savior, is certainly a valid discussion, but not one Piltover gets to have any say in. Because yeah, of course people would look to Jinx; she hurt Piltover.

The trailer is very much in the vein of Piltover and Noxus going against Zaun, taking a stand against them (against tyranny... okay Jan), gathering their forces, and all that...

But this time, it won't be the same.

With the vibes the song is giving, Jinx being this icon of liberation, and just who Jinx is in general – they’re not prepared for Jinx and Zaun. Ambessa is not prepared for Jinx or Zaun. Heimerdinger is not prepared for Jinx.

Caitlyn and Vi might be... but I sense some friction between those two is going to arise from that.

And yeah, the music just gives all of those vibes to me and is invoking so many thoughts.

Plus, music is so integral to Zaun, in a way that it’s not to Piltover. It’s everywhere. All the soundtrack’s songs (lyrics) are focused on Zaun characters or in Zaun scenes. The first scene is Powder singing clearly a folk song of sort, that’s all about asking Piltover for something as small as a penny and now, they're tired of asking.

Jinx didn't start this war. Piltover did.

Excuse my ramblings, I just really liked the song and it was just fitting with what I thought or hoped would happen. I could be completely wrong about all of this, but either way I’m super excited.

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).

And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?

Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.

Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.

And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.

Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP

[weebsinstash]

Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

If you can't see a pathway forward for Anders and Fenris' relationship, that's either a preference or a fault of imagination and empathy. There's nothing morally superior or inferior about not shipping Fenders. It is simply a relationship within a story.

My interpretation? It's a complicated relationship between two volatile and marginalized people whose trauma was used to reflect the core conflict within the narrative of Dragon Age 2. Therefore I find any advocacy for stagnation rather than growth and change between them disheartening. It's my belief that they deserved better than being reduced to a pro-mage/anti-mage standoff in-game and reduced to their worst instincts within wider online discussions.

They also have a lot in common. Did you know, for example, that 'Anders' is not Anders' name? It's the name given to him because the Templars took him from the Anderfels. 'Fenris' is also not Fenris' name. It's the name given to him by Danarius. They choose to keep these names as a reclamation or reckoning.

Anders and Fenris are rather drastic, contrary, and intense characters who value freedom above all else, and maybe they never bridge the divide between them. However, saying they couldn't feels like it does them both an injustice and drains the hope from their story. If the two characters hurt most by systemic oppression can't properly empathize with each other eventually what hope is there for widespread change and growth?

[tarotwithavi]

What surprises others about you?

What are the things that surprise people about you? Why are people surprised by you?

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Piles 1~2~3 , 4~5~6

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Pile 1

People are surprised by your goofiness my pile one. You may appear as a aloof and cold person at first and people could never imagine how hilarious you are in real life because they seem to have an biased version of you. People are surprised by your easygoing personality. Some of you may be the class clown or just act super goofy around your friends and people are surprised by that. When you're alone you are quite and just minding your business but when you're with your friends you act as the craziest person alive. Your duality is a talent like how can you change around people is amazing. To be honest people never know the real you and always have a version of you that they have created in their heads. But everyday you prove them wrong. I'm getting Yinyang ☯️ here. You have a very balanced personality and can fit in any group.

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Pile 2

People are surprised by how you can stand up for yourself and the people you love. I'm getting that people might assume you as someone who won't ever stand up for themselves and doesn't want to get involved in any kind of trouble. But when someone messes with you , you show them what trouble they have gotten themselves into. You don't tolerate any kind of bullshitt from anyone. People think that they can mess with you because of your sweetness and kindness. Especially people might try to come after your friends for some reason and you stand up for your friends just the way you stand up for yourself. And that's surprising for people. You know the sweet, kind friend in books who sort of takes a 360° turn when someone messes with the people they love. That's the vibe you give to people.

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Pile 3

People are surprised by how unbiased you are pile 3 . Yeah you love and support your loved ones but you won't help them or take their side when you know what they did is wrong. You have a great sense of justice my pile 3 and that's great. People love the way you can take decision Without being biased and people love and respect you for that. You love your people dearly and want the best for them but won't ever tolerate any kind of injustice even if that means opposing your loved ones. What's wrong is wrong no matter what in your eyes and i myself respect you for that. We need more people like you pile 3 . You treat everyone equally and are very compassionate and people are surprised by that. To be honest people may see you as the type to do anything for the people you love and people may think that you'll always take their side but when they come in contact with your unbiased side they are shocked by that.

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Pile 4

Aha pile 4 ! I love your energy! People are surprised by how fast you can cut people off your life without feeling guilty or sad. A lot of people might assume that you are a pushover and they try to cross your boundaries thinking that you will forgive them but Nah nah they are completely wrong about that. You see disrespect you walk the other way. You see people crossing boundaries you walk the other way. You're right now very high on self love and setting healthy boundaries with people. You hate it even someone wastes your time and doesn't give back the same energy and efforts. And if someone isn't matching the vibe you leave 'em. People might think that you're very hungry for love and become attached with people easily but what they don't see is that you're not hungry for their love infact you don't even care about them.

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Pile 5

People are surprised by how unbothered you are. You're not concerned about what's going on with the world or with the media/celebs. I'm getting that people might even call you boring for not going with the trend or having latest updates on a celebs life. And they are surprised by that. Like "you don't know what's going on with xyz's life? How can you not know about that!?? " Something like this. I feel like you're only focused on your goal and some people might even say that you're too young to be overworking yourself like that Or you're in your own world. But my pile5 i know you want to achieve success as soon as you can in your life that's why you're working so hard. That's okay that's the kind of life you chose. I'm also get that people are surprised by your dedicated for your work and how you don't see anything else apart from your work. You're a gem pile 5 remember that.

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Pile 6

Your voice haha. People really love your voice or there's just something about your voice that surprises people. Some of you may even sing and when you sing people are shocked because they could never imagine you sing like that. There's just something about the way you talk and your choices of words that surprises people. I'm seeing that you're a great friend and someone to go for an advice or when you're feeling sad or down. You make people feel at home and you make them feel peaceful and that is shocking for some. People can always come to you for advice without feeling judged. I'm also getting that talking to you is like therapy. You make them feel always. And let me tell you pile 6 that's special af. You're special af. But please take time for yourself too and let yourself feel emotions too. You don't have to take others burdens alright? Oh and finding balance is going to be important for you .

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Crossed out - Masterlist

When Lucas heard a former client of his died in prison he starts to look into what happened.

Involuntarily, he gets the opportunity to witness the state of affairs in the prison first-hand, and finds out things are even worse than he could have imagined.

Main characters

Lucas Varga

Wanting to make a difference in the world and help fight against injustice, Lucas became a defense attorney hoping to help the people who couldn't fight on their own. Continues to fight injustice in prison, but soon learns that fighting and helping others only has an adverse effect.

FC: A younger Esai Morales where he isn't the smug, silver fox he is today yet.

Nero Mathison

Former military and now warden of his own prison. I say 'his own' and mean it; he practically runs it and there is no outside interference. Cold, stoic, and ruthless, he has his own views on justice and doesn't believe criminals deserve mercy.

FC: Nero is still a collection of vibes and I vibe mostly with some fanart of Daud (Dishonored, which I never played... Art by Nashama). FC: this or this without the scar. On another note, when I say he's wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, it is vital to me that he gives King Bradley vibes.

Chapters

AO3 (not up yet)

Prologue - Nighttime

1 - They are here for me 2 - Meet the warden 3 - Those who care 4 - Headcount 5 - Eat your words

Office shenanigans 2.0 6 - Nuanced 7 - Tumbling down 8 - Lights out

[liliths-missing-pen]

Pie Throwing with Ace and Deuce

Character Pairings: Implied but not stated Deuce x reader, Ace x Reader

Warning: None

Masterlist

"Y/N! DEUCE PLEASE DON'T I'LL DO YOUR CHORES FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK IF YOU DON'T THROW IT PLEASE!" Ah yes, Ace's last desperate pleas for some mercy... How did the ginger get here again? The only way he's ever known. Trouble.

You weren't there when it took place but Deuce filled you in on the details. It occurred last night, Ace had stayed up late in hopes of sobbingly putting together his project last minute due to his neglect of it for the time he'd been assigned to do it. He understood now why Trein gave them weeks to complete this as it was nearly impossible to find anything important regarding the topic and he needed to get into the utmost details to be able to even extract anything for his paper.

This resulted in him only having 2 hours of sleep. He would've pulled an all-nighter if his house warden hadn't caught him late at night getting a snack when he should've been asleep. Ace craved something to fill his stomach until the sunrise... It seemed the ginger never learned from his mistakes as he took a jam tart out of the fridge. Deuce didn't cover the rest; you could only imagine what happened to Ace afterward. However, this time around, Riddle was different in his punishment.

He decided instead of collaring Ace that he would be the target for the pieing station for the dorm's fundraiser.

So, here you all are at the present time. Ace facing his punishment and the two of you serving it to him by hand. You and Deuce laughed at Ace’s predicament as Deuce handed you a whipped cream pie.

"Sorry Ace, but there's no way I'm passing up something like this!" You snickered and threw the pie straight at Ace's face.

SPLAT!

"Perfect aim prefect!" Deuce complimented. Now as the two of you expect Ace wasn't too happy about this, having a pouty look while glaring at the two of you. At least, you thought he was, it was a little difficult to tell with all the whipped cream on his face, dripping onto the ground.

Deuce and you began to move away; your heel clicked happily satisfied with the beautiful creation you put together.

Ace however wasn't going to allow this injustice to continue on. The two of you went on your merry way until...

SPLAT!

You and Deuce's heads were covered in whipped cream. Swiftly you looked for who was the culprit. Ace had a shit-eating grin proud of his work. "ACE YOU DUMBASS YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO IT TO US BACK!" Deuce splurted.

"So? You do it to me I do to you." He shrugged, "That isn't how this works???" You question. "That's a bold assumption I know what I'm doing," the three of you went dead silent.

Till you all bursted out laughing, "You don't know what you're doing?" "I DON'T KNOW RIDDLE JUST PLACED ME HERE AND GAVE ME A LECTURE AND TOLD ME TO STAND THERE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" The three of you were laughing at Ace's stupidest. Even if you all didn't know what Ace was supposed to be doing there. Even though Ace didn't know anything, there was one thing you knew for sure. Even if you wouldn't be able to find your way home you'd be in the company of those who made it.

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