#like that’s two mothers

[dulcewrites]

I loved the fmo djats snippets! was Quinton trying to flirt thats why aemond was defensive? 😆 do you have more thoughts on moments reader feels distant with aemond and her situation? Or how she felt when she found out and confronting aemond and everyone?

This isn’t right when she finds out (I do have snippets of that I can post if y’all want that), but this happens after the divorce is finalized. The news just leaked in the press. Y’all told me that fmo reader needs to have her revenge moment. I think it’s more likely that this reader will.

Attention

You need to go and show that you’re doing fine without him

Carmi’s words ring in your head as state at yourself at the mirror. Running your hands over the dress. Going to this gala was a last minute thing that your friend pushed you to.

“I think you look great,” you turn to see Alicent leaning against the doorframe. You had called her last minute to stay with Daella for the night while you were gone.

“This is a bad idea.”

It’s all you can think about. A dress you designed, cameras and press everywhere, him and her. This is a recipe for distaster.

“Probably,” your brows furrow further at Alicent’s truthful admission. She gives you a bashful smile. “A week after I filed for divorce from Viserys, I showed up to Helaena’s dance recital in the dress I wore when we met.”

Your brows then shoot up in surprise. From the years, you’ve known Alicent, she’s been nothing the picture of lovely and frankly… perfect. It’s hard to imagine her being that petty. Or the fact that she’s essentially giving you permission to do that to her son.

“Sometimes we have to allow ourselves to have a bad idea.”

It was all you needed to hear to get your foot out the door. The car was pulled up out front. Tyland greets you with a bright smile. As the car pulls off, he lets out a laugh when you down the champagne he gives you.

“Everything will be fine. You look amazing, we will get to network, and he probably has no idea you’re coming,” he squeezes your hand tenderly.

You and Tyland Lannister had become fast friends since you started working for his brother’s fashion house. He was refreshingly funny which led to you cracking up when you were around him. Laughter was something you needed more lately.

You nod gingerly, getting another glass to drink. Your mind is racing with so many possibilities. A deep pool of nerves sits in your stomach. You say a small prayer when you see the flicker of camera flashes outside.

Here goes nothing

Aemond feels like he can’t breathe; he is sure the tie around his neck is too tight. He’s never been a fan of suit, or parties. So, this gala seemed like it would be his worst nightmare, and he was not wrong.

Their manager told them they should go as a group; be a united front for a good cause. Their first public appearance since… everything. Helaena, Quinton, and Aegon had been short since they all arrived. Notiably together and without him and Alys.

“Helaena, I heard about you taking classes to get your masters in entomology,” Alys tries to make conversation. “That’s incredible.”

Helaena blinks blankly. Opens her mouth, looks at her younger brother, then closes it again. She leans back in her chair before taking a deep breath. “Thanks.”

Short and to the point. How all their conversations have gone lately.

The table is silent again unless someone comes over and then they have to fake being pleasurable. Alys squeezes his hand under the table. He flashes a brief smile but it falls slowly. The whole night has felt off, even more than he expended, but Aemond can’t put his finger on why.

“Oh my god.”

Quinton’s eyes are focused on something behind Aemond. Helaena looks as if she’s a ghost. Aemond sees Alys turn around but then quicky snap her head back.

“Yeah, I need another drink,” Aegon sighs, getting up to go over to the bar.

Aemond finally turns, and bile gets stuck in his throat. He watches as a couple of people come up to greet you. Now he knows he can’t breathe.

“Did you know she was coming,” Alys pipes up when Aemond’s gaze doesn’t seem to leave you. He shakes his head slowly. Your eyes flash from the person you are talking to their table. They linger on Aemond for a moment before you turn your attention back to the woman in front of you.

Aemond finally turns around to see Helaena and Quinton glaring at him. Aegon comes back with two drinks in hand. The commotion that came in with you follows you as walk towards the tables. Aemond notices the guy following behind you, his hand on the small of your back. You pay their table no mind as you walk past it. Aemond senses Alys’ gaze on the side of his face.

He can feel a head splitting headache coming on.

“You look nice.”

The hairs on the back of your neck standup. Aemond comes to stand next to you at the bar.

“Thanks,” you give him a once over. “You too. Though I never thought grey was your color.”

You fiddle with the stirrer in your drink.

“What are doing here,” the polite tone is dropped once the bartender goes to help someone on the opposite side of the bar.

You furrow your brows in false confusion. “It’s a fashion and arts fundraising gala. I work in fashion.”

“You know what I mean,” Aemond leans in closer. “If you are doing this to upset Alys, yo-“

A bark of laughter comes out in disbelief. You turn to look at him.

“Wow, we got divorced, you moved out, our child asks me why her father lives somewhere else now, and you’re still worried about her,” you shake your head. “Well, I glad you seem to care about someone’s feelings getting hurt.”

You turn back to the bar worried that if you keep looking at him, you’ll cry. Most of your ire is with Aemond and his choices, but you can’t help but feel that she should be the one coming to you, apologizing for what has happened.

No once cared for your feelings, why should you take hers into consideration.

Aemond sighs. “I never meant to hurt you, and especially not Daella. I just.. I just I don’t want things to be bad between all of us.”

You look over your shoulder at their table. Everyone looking at the two of you, and you’re sure they are not the only ones. You turn to him while picking up your drink.

“Your band is waiting for you.”

You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk back to your table. Tyland gives you a sympathetic look.

“Are you ok?”

Swallowing hard, you give him a watery smile.

“No, but I think I will be.”

[thatrandomblogsays]

Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)

Percy, listening to this on the train

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[drenched-in-sunlight]

family tea party.

(in my mind, Radagon is the pure Order with no kindness half, and he always yearns to converge with Marika + be on equal footing with her, so in my drawing he’ll always be kinda nuts)

[sunderwight]

Bingqiu AU where Luo Binghe's the chosen village sacrifice to the evil deity who lives up the mountain.

Normally the village sends maidens, but they've more or less run out of expendable girls of the right age and, ahem, "virtues". So of course Luo Binghe's early life bad luck kicks in. In the wake of his mother's death there's no one to really care about what happens to him, he's fairly pretty, and the village leaders decide that if they dress him up like a girl the teenaged homeless kid should pass well enough. And hey, y'know, he's probably got a hard life ahead for him anyway -- dying in a brothel of some venereal disease or on the streets of exposure or starvation. At least as a sacrifice, everyone else gets to benefit from his loss! And the kid will get added to a shrine and be remembered as a hero! If anything, he should be happy about this!

Binghe is not happy about this.

But he's also a skinny underfed nobody who is easily overpowered, dressed up like a bride, and tied to a post. So. Not much he can do but wait for the evil deity to come and do whatever horrible thing he's gonna do to him.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is pretty sure he's been isekai'd into the over-powered hero of some kind of supernatural adventure story? He's not totally sure because he doesn't recognize the setting, but the signs are there. He's got a shrine-like base of operations (though it seems to have become corrupted/ruined, probably he has to restore it somehow), he has a very resilient and handsome new body with spiritual energy of some kind flowing through him, and a very clearly magical sword. Plus lots of neat starter powers! Though it feels like he has other abilities that have been blocked somehow? Probably he has to level up in order to access them.

When he treks out of his "base" and finds what seems to be a distressed maiden, he takes it for his beginner hero mission. The girl claims that she's been doomed to be sacrificed to an evil god. That sounds a little above Shen Yuan's pay grade for dealing with, so he unties her and decides that they had better just get out of the whole region altogether. He already packed up anything useful from his base, anticipating he might get caught up in an adventure once he left, so they follow the river away from the settlement until they reach another one.

While they travel, Luo Binghe tells Shen Yuan about the cursed deity, Shen Qingqiu, who was cast out of the heavens for slaughtering one of his brethren and has apparently being do-who-knows what to maidens from the local village in exchange for his "protection" ever since. Sounds like a real asshole! And also mid-level boss type bad guy at least. Shen Yuan hopes he doesn't have to fight him, but he probably will.

Thank goodness he found Binghe, though! Clearly the helpful little sister type! He's definitely going to require her assistance if he's going to figure out how to navigate this world and level up his skills enough to take on a god.

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[channnel]

Alan offers you his slushie. (Ft. Oc)

[theysangastheyslew]

Hurray for more pre-war shenanigans 🥳

Feels kinda anti-climatic now considering how long I wrestled with this one but oh well! Who has time to learn how animate things anyways? 😆 Now would this have worked better time-wise if LH were talking to Magath and Pieck? Yes, but it’s hard to pass up the opportunity to call Yelena a bitch :)

[findingoblivion]

There’s a $500 laptop at the phone store across the street that would let me stream and start making money and building my community again, but realistically I can’t afford to spend that much money in one month, that’s more than my rent.

I know this isn’t the best cause or most important thing ever but I’ve had the same shit laptop that barely functions for 5 years now, and it’s probably going to die soon anyways, in which case I will be completely fucked as I am disabled and can’t make it to most in person jobs, I mostly work from home when I’m employed. Plus you know, there’s that whole thing where my entire life is online and all of my relationships are long distance.

So yeah, if you have a few spare bucks I’d really appreciate it if you could throw some my way. I can also do writing commissions for you for any fandom and premise if that’s something you’re interested in.

My PayPal is aelathehuntresshf@gmail.com

If you’d prefer to make a payment through wise or interac e transfer if you’re in Canada please DM me for those details. I can also share my AO3 and some other writing examples if you’d like.

Reblogs are also greatly appreciated!

0/500

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[the-darkestminds]

You know what I wanna see in Azriel’s book? A major emotional breakdown in which he openly cries his heart out. This man is stoic and angry and so closed off, even among friends. I’m begging him to show us even a sliver of vulnerability. Azriel, my guy, you can cry if you need to.

[littlebitofdnd]

Sandra-Lynn and Sklonda are having a "What Do We Do About Kristen" phone call as we speak

[sinusoidaldysfunction]

Princess Orca. CEO of baby murder.

[karvakera]

drawing gojo every day as stupid pet memes until THE shibuya incident: day 16