#like the whole kingdom is being teared apart

[heliosthegriffin]

Jaune strolled down the hallway when a shadowy mass crashed into him, holding him against the wall.

"Ow." His eyes widened looking down the iron-sights of a pistol from the barrel-side backwards into a pair of golden eyes. Blake stood there, vibrating in place, arm trembling as she held Jaune up one-armed, though it seemed not for very much longer.

They locked eyes for a minute, then Jaune opened his mouth. "Hello, this is Jaune Arc, please put him down as you're leaving your message, have a nice day."

He quickly got a better look down those iron-sights, quickly becoming more concerned due to Blake's iron-sights being a sword. "Shut your mouth."

"Alright." Jaune quickly zipped it, as he was dealing with someone crazy enough to use a sword, tip of which was facing them, as iron-sights, she was capable of anything as far as he knew.

She looked at him, face sweating, eyes dilated, and worse of all, she was smiling. "Know what you did it."

Jaune looked down at her, easy since she was lifting him against the wall and him being several heads taller than her. "Which was what?"

She was trembling, mouth fighting to not form a smile, eyes wide and bright. "Look at you, walking around not a care in the world, that junk in the trunk should be making you ride so low that you spark up the road behind you, yet you got something under the hood that's keeping you level," She licks her lips. "And, well you know what they say about curiosity and that cat."

Up against the wall, barrel against his cheek, Jaune stares down at the mad woman. "Blake, I don't own a car."

"Oh, don't I know it, yet you got a whole cake truck, don't you. Makes me wonder what you're doing with all that beef & sausage, you trying to look like a fully meal?"

"I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Doesn't stop you from looking like you'd filling me up."

Jaune squirms a bit, noticing that Blake's arm was on the verge of letting go, she flinches back, letting go, withdrawing the weapon as well. "I"m going now," He looks at her, slowly backing away. "Just stay there, and do not pursue."

Blake stiffens up. "You can walk away from me, Jaune, but you can't walk away from the truth! Deny it all you want, you look like a full course meal, and I'm starving!" She lurches forward, hands reaching for him.

Jaune pulls out a can of tuna, tears the lid off with his raw strength, and hands it to her. "Here, now you can leave me in peace."

Blake stares at him, alternating between him and the tuna, then sighs, taking the tuna. "This dense-ass soon to be mother-fucker," She grabs the tuna. "If I wasn't actually hungry, damn." When she looks up, Jaune was already turning the corner. "Hate to see him go, love to watch him leave... Did I have something to warn him about?"

Jaune just as he was rounding the corner, was pressed against the wall, again, and he looked down at Yang, which wasn't hard as she was leaning holding him at a lower angle. Strangely though, she was wearing a police uniform. "You got a license for all that cake, sir?"

"Actually, I do," He holds out to her a permit, showing that he was in fact, Kingdom certified baker. Yang took it, stared at it, then tore it apart.

"Not anymore."

[themostefficientwaywithwater]

I've seen a lot of people are as excited as me for a Zelda game that focus on how Ganon's constant reincarnations affects negatively to Zelda, Link and even Ganondorf. We've already seen this theme subtly in BotW (Zelda chastised for not awakening her power, Link unable to speak and enjoy himself because of how the Hero's title burdens him). However, I normally wouldn't expect "the harm the vicious cycle of reincarnation makes on it's unwitting pawns" to be the theme of a Zelda game. After all, it's Nintendo, and we know they don't like to stray so far from the "evil is bad and we must defeat it" plotline and they wouldn't dare to criticize the goddesses' plans...

Oh, wait, they already did it.

The Wind Waker is about letting go of the past and how being unable to move on will harm you and future generations. Daphnes and Ganondorf can't let go of their kingdom, and they die with it because they can't imagine themselves living without it. It harms Medli and Makar, who are taken away from their home and family and are confined into the heart of a dungeon so the Master Sword can maintain it's full power. It harms Tetra, too, who sees her whole individuality taken away in favor of performing her role as "Princess Zelda". And it harms Link, who is treated as a pawn by Daphness to do the work of the Hero of Legend, despite literally being Just A Kid (TM) who just wanted to rescue his sister.

But, despite everything, they manage to break the cycle, as Ganondorf no longer appears in other titles situated in the Adult Timeline (neither do Hyrule, or the Triforce or the Master Sword, or most classical elements of TLOZ). By killing Ganondorf, Demise's hatred could no longer persist in the world, thus breaking the eternal cycle of death and reincarnation. But how could that happen? Sure stabbing a whole man in the head usually turns to be fatal, but that's been done before and they only managed to seal him away. Why did this time work?

I think he just gave up.

He realised he would never get Hyrule, that even when everything was at his favor (the Hero gone, the Princess at his power, the Master Sword was weakened, he even managed to get the Triforce of Courage from Link!) he still lost. He gave one last fight, but he didn't even transform to Ganon (it's only appearance is as a puppet, another symbol if he being treated as a pawn by a higher power) and after Link delivers the final blow, he accepts his fate and passes away.

Even though he's been treated as the major villain in the series, he's been as much as a pawn from the gods as the multiple Heroes and Princesses from the series. He may not have been the best man before OoT, but he was a victim of his circunstances and his initial motives where to grant his people a home where they could live in peace instead of fearing death day and night, turning into thieves just to survive. But he was corromped by anger, by revenge, by malice, and he turned the perfect vessel for Demise's curse. I think that BotW's Ganon was the same but it's been so many centuries that the man he once was can not be recognised, he's more of a beast now. But I still have hope, and now that his "mummy" has awakened, maybe we could get a more humanized version of Ganondorf instead of a simple "demon of malice". The old leader of a desert tribe who just wanted to give a better life to his people, and went too far.

I find this to be very unlikely, but not impossible. While WW's Ganondorf had it easier, as he was more collected and thoughtful, there's still the possibility that Ganondorf "awakes" from its Ganon-self and shows a bit more of characterization and his motives. Who knows, we could even break the cycle in BotW-TotK's timeline if Ganondorf refuses to continue this endless cicle of destruction and give up on Hyrule's conquest (a little more optimistic that being stabbed on the head, please and with sugar on top). But we may have to pay a big price to make it. After all, the cycle was broken in WW, but a great sacrifice was necessary...

Hyrule's destruction

[sillybond]

As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)

[kingconia]

hiiiiii! ugh, i am not sure if you take requests? but if you do, can i ask you leona one, where reader is the descendant of scar, and afterglow savanna always treats her like shit, thinking she will try to kill farena or leona?? idk tbh the dynamic between her and others, but maybe with a prompt "why are you keep protecting me?" "because if anyone kills you it will be me?" BUT NOT ANGSTY MORE LIKE CHEESY ONE like she is joking she has no plans to do so!!

(also maybe she is friend with azul bc both of them manipulative masterminds idk)

A/N: that's actually sounds so fun. i am genuinely invested, though, i had never thought that someone will ask me to write something. but, oh, darling, thank you. i would love do that more, so if anyone wants, i am open to your ideas.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR × READER, WHO IS SCAR'S DESCENDANT

warnings: not detailed mention of blood and some threats with mentions of gore? it is lighter than it sounds.

Hatred followed you from a very young age. And it wasn't necessarily yours.

You were six, when you learned to understand that kindness will not help you survive. But cruelty will.

Abandoned, throwed away, you were nothing in the world of kings and queens. Your whole existence were cursed from the day you made your first breath, and no one was going to tell you why. Why you were so hated by the whole country, by every single person in your motherland? Why your mother turned away from you? Why you were considered to be dangerous?

But the more you grew, the more you understood that it is for the better. Their hatred, their suspicion, their rage. It made you the independent person. The predator.

And you were fine with that.

At some point, you stopped caring about what all of them thought. Instead, it filled you with even more power to move forward.

And so you survived. Proudly, with chin up to the sky, ignoring the way others treated you.

Savannaclaw wasn't necessarily bad, though. You thought it will be; Farena Kingscholar never being kind to you, and his kingdom therefore, too. But Savannaclaw was different. There, your only king was Leona. And Leona didn't care whose descendant you were.

If anything, he never even took it seriously.

”Why the fuck I would care about that cursed king?” He spitted it out once, as Ruggie asked him in what he thought was a whisper, as you passed by. ”Stupid lion is dead for a long time. Why would she care about him, even?”

And that was it. Savannaclaw never acted like you were enemy, no one glared at you with participation, no one was suspicious about your every single world.

You were free.

And the freedom you had gained, finally, made your loyalty to Leona stronger.

So, you didn't really like, when someone offended him.

It was your job to annoy him, to try break his trust towards you by cynical remarks—”oh, my King, you shouldn't trust me with your nephew. What if I tear him apart?” or ”Tsh, tsh, little lion... Haven't your brother told you? You shouldn't really turn your back to the hungry animal,”—even if he never cared.

And if someone tried to steal your job... Well, that would be really-really bad.

”Remind me once again,” you yawned, throwing a grape in your mouth, ”why I am not allowed to fight that Pomfiore boy for you?”

Azul chuckled.

”You got almost expelled twice, tigerfish. I am flatted that you are willing to try it for me, too, but I have more interesting ways to get my revenge.”

Azul was probably the strangest friend you ever had—and you had the only one, who was Jack—but it wasn't necessarily bad. He always got you involved in his plans, and as both of you were thinking about this or that in complete solitude, scheming and laughing, you thought it actually was nice.

”I caught him applying foundation on his face a week ago,” you share with him quietly. ”On the whole face. And let me say, he is not that perfect without it, Zul.”

He gasped dramatically.

”And that after interview, where he says he hates unnatural beauty?!”

”Mhm.”

”Tigerfish, you are so cruel,” he smiled. ”I love it.”

”Sure you are,” your ears moved by itself and you turned your head on the right. ”Do you hear that?”

Voices. Very loud, very angry voices. Usually, you would ignore that, but it was a familiar scent that made you move forward, ignoring Azul's question.

”Are you fucking insane, Hunt?”

”Oi, oi, I only cared to see if you would react immediately!”

You groaned.

Fucking Pomfiore kids.

As you stepped closer, your annoyed expression shifted to a worried one. There was a crossbow in Rook's arms, and Leona was holding an arrow is his hand, face angry.

So, it was it: little hunter tried to hunt Leona down.

Before he acknowledged your presence, you moved forward, raising Rook by his collar, right from behind.

”Don't get frightened, little one,” you said, voice, despite a smirk, vicious. ”I only cared to see if you would react immediately.”

Leona scoffed.

”Aha, how nice! Jolie Lionne! Had you came to save your pretty prince from the trouble?”

You frowned.

”He is the king, hunter.” Your turned him to face you properly, still leaving him hanging in the air. ”Listen to me, sweet human, the next time I see you trying to shoot him, I will scratch your eyes with my claws, and eat them in front of your fake housewarden. And then, I am going to make a feast. Do you hear me?”

His face scrunched for a second, but he put his usual smile on the face rather quickly.

”My, my... We were merely playing! But, fine, fine. As you wish, jolie lionne!”

You freed him, and this time he was rather quick with leaving.

Other students shun you actively, so it wasn't surprising. Beyond Savannaclaw, Azul, and, well, Lillia Van Rouge, other either ignored your existence or avoided you in fear. You had one the hell of the reputation, and your own attitude never helped to fix the damage that rumours left on you.

”I didn't ask you to do that,” Leona clicked his tongue, moving to your right side.

”You never do,” you shrugged. ”I don't really care.”

Maybe it was the fact that you never denied his power, never looked down at him, that helped him to make a peace with the fact that you were so eager to protect him. Because, well, in the beginning, he thought it was offensive.

”You are so fucking strange that, do you know that?” You repeated your previous action, and he continued. ”If I were you, I would love to kill me. And my brother. Especially him. But you keep doing that. Keep guarding me like a lapdog. Why?”

Why?

You wondered about it too, once. But the answer came easily to you.

It was a boy with unusual scar on his young face that stared at you without hatred the first. Simply stared, without any particular emotion, and handed you a little red flower, before leaving.

And though, he probably didn't remember it...

It was still him, who looked at you without despise in his eyes, when both of you grew up, meeting here and there, as your presence should have been always controlled and seen by the royal family.

And it was him, who made Savannaclaw respect you, as he joined this school, a year later than you did.

It was always him.

”Having trouble with creating another lie?” He smirked, moving to stop in front of you, clearly disliking the fact that you ignore his presence.

”You want to know why, Leona?” You tilted your head, meeting his curious eyes. "Because I consider you to be the King, more than your brother ever will, and therefore, I should protect you.”

Before he opened his mouth, you caught him by the chin, moving him closer. He stared at you, not annoyed, but quite lost by this action. Your eyes shimmered with a familiar hunger that always lived inside you.

A hunger for fame. Acceptance. Peace. Blood. Cruelty.

Love.

”And because,” your lips brushed the corner of his, as you breathed out on his cheek, ”if anyone ever tries to rip out your golden heart, my King, it is going to be me.”

His lips curled in a same wicked smile that played on your face.

And as his arms fall on your hips, he accepted the game.

”What a coincidence,” his whisper came out like a purr. ”Because if ever try to rip our my heart, my dear Consort, I will allow it to you.”

A laugh that escaped your chest sounded so taunted that others would find it scary.

But you know Leona didn't. In fact, he enjoyed it very much.

And both of you had a very long journey to find out what else you enjoy about each other. Gladly, you had plenty of time for that.

[the-horny-vault]

I was asked to elaborate on this so here goes hehe

My kingdom is conquered, my throne usurped, and my body sold to the invader king in exchange for peace. The sheer, floaty gauze of my wedding gown clings to my curves as I'm escorted by my new husband's guards to my wedding bed.

They leave me in the chamber alone, nothing to do but sit and wait. Minutes tick by and my apprehension grows, all the ways this night could go flashing through my mind seemingly endlessly. He could turn out gentle, or not.

In truth, the first time I met him was at the end of the aisle, and all I know of my new husband is his reputation and the single hot, bruising kiss he'd left on my lips to seal our vows. I'm so caught up in my mind that I don't hear footsteps approaching until the door is flung open. The noise startles me to my feet, my heart leaping into my throat as if to choke me as I see Him step inside. I don't know what to do, so I simply stand and watch him, trying to hide the shaking in my knees as he does the same, his eyes seeming to burn straight through the flimsy material draping my body as they rake over my figure. He looms over me, broad and strong as he comes closer, setting a tankard of some alcohol down on the table.

I'm truly shaking now, trying not to cower from him as he crowds me slowly against the bed, never taking those dark, intense eyes off of me. Just as I find the courage to open my mouth to speak, his hand flashes out, gripping the back of my neck harshly, turning my words into a strangled whimper as he forces my head back. I can hardly move in his grip, just squirm pathetically. His free hand finds the pin at the center of my gown and he rips it free, causing the fabric to cascade open, hanging from my shoulders but leaving the rest of me completely exposed. My cheeks burn, and something burns between my legs as well, strange and unfamiliar.

His grip on my neck eases, the hand instead sliding the straps from my shoulders and leaving the dress to flutter to the floor. Immediately his hands are on me, squeezing and gripping my soft curves, groping me roughly.

"Brave little thing, aren't you, Princess?" His voice is rough and deep in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Giving yourself in exchange for peace, that's rare." Suddenly his hand is between my thighs, pushing my legs apart and sinking two fingers into my cunt before I can react or close my legs. The stretch forces a small cry from my throat, my knees almost buckling at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Do you really know what you did, though?" He muses over my shaky breaths. "Do you know what you signed up for?" He rocks his fingers once, twice in my cunt then they're gone, leaving me strangely empty. He steps back and quickly strips himself of his clothes, and I can't help but feel a little flutter in my belly at the sight. I have no other reference but his cock is just as big as the rest of him, thick and imposing and I don't know how I'm going to take it all. I must have shown my shock on my face, because he laughs. It's not a cruel sound but it makes my hair stand up.

He moves again, suddenly, his fingers digging into my side as he forces me back into the bed. It all happens too fast for me to process, in an instant I'm on my back, my legs are forced wide and his cock is buried in my cunt in one swift motion. I scream, the burning of his cock, huge and heavy in my cunt, wracks my whole body. My nails dig into his back but he doesn't care, rolling his hips and somehow sheathing himself deeper. I can hear him speak, but my brain can hardly understand his words as I feel like I'm being split open.

"this is the cost of peace, little Princess. You sold your body to be my toy, my breeding whore. All you're good for now is this sweet little cunt and those pretty curves, you understand." I want to scream, to fight, but I submit, tears streaming down my cheeks as I go limp with a weak whine. He uses my cunt relentlessly, slamming into me over and over until he cums with a primal growl, spilling inside and pumping my womb full of his hot seed. He sits back then, still buried in my pussy, and looks me over as I lay under him, my chest heaving and my body trembling from his abuse. One large hand wanders down my body, pinching and rolling my nipples, smoothing over my stomach until it rests above my womb.

"You're going to bear my heirs, Princess, I'm going to keep you full and bred, that's your purpose now." I still don't move as he pulls out and stands, taking a swig from the forgotten drink on the table before laying himself down beside me and dragging my body flush against his. As I lay there, playing what happened over in my mind, I came to a realization. He was rough, brutal, uncaring.

But I'd liked it.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Do You Love Me? (Aemond x Aegon x Reader)

I know I said I would change a few things but I changed a fair amount so I really do hope this is worth it

There were a lot of mistakes Alicent has made in the past, countless one might say, the biggest one was unleashing a lion from its cage, a lioness at that.

“Let it be known that (y/n) of house Lannister and Aegon of house Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul, cursed be to those who would seek to tear the apart”

As the cloak went over her shoulders (y/n) had ensured her future, the realms lioness had stepped foot in the red keep and she already had her eyes set on the throne, circling around it like a predator would do on its prey.

-

Aegon was a delight, a man that is easily satisfied and with a taste for all the things that brought pleasure to him, (y/n) did not mind it one bit in fact it made their wedlock feel like a breeze, as well as it ensured their image of a perfect match to the eyes of the small court and the whole of 7 kingdoms, the doting wife and the passionate husband that could not get enough of each other.

Aegon was a dragon still he did not posses the fire of a Targaryen, there was no craving for something bigger, he was born into a world that fed him with a silver spoon he has gotten comfortable and did not consider of anything bigger than what he already had, on the other hand Aemond lurked in the shadows waiting patiently for his moment, (y/n) saw an opportunity in the one eyed prince, an equal player that could assist her in winning.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Princess (y/n), no not at all”

Aemond would occupy the library for most of his day, he was a man that worked with a routine, break his fast, sword practise, flying with Vhagar, read at the library, have supper, fly with Vhagar again or spend time with his mother and sister before he excused himself to rest in his chamber.

(Y/n) waltzed in with her eyes scanning the prince that had gone back into focusing on his book, (y/n) sat on the chair directly in front of him, crossing her legs slowly, it was subtle however (y/n) picked up on Aemonds little glance at her leg that barely escaped from her dress.

“May I ask what is the prince reading?”

“The adventures of princess Nymeria”

“The dornish warrior? Interesting choice for a Targaryen”

“We have to give credit when credit is due, she established herself and her name lives on”

“Is that something you aspire to achieve?”

“Of course, I assume you share that ambition”

“How so?”

“I might be a noble man but I am not dim witted princess, you want something from me”

Silence took over the room with the only sound reaching their ears being the cracks of the wood that burned in the fireplace.

A small smirk appeared at Aemonds lips as he finally lifted his eyes to meet (y/n)s hues, she could not tell if it was the flames that licked his astonishing lavender eye or the sparkle of the challenge that made her heart skip a beat. (Y/n) leaned in to rest her chest against her hands that had intertwined in her lap all while biting her bottom lip.

“Mayhaps, I am a fair person prince Aemond it would not be without a reward”

“And what would that be?”

“Everything”

“Does my brother know you are here?”

“No”

“Excellent”

-

To have a Targaryen prince as a husband was a blessing, to have a Targaryen prince as a lover and a confidant was heavenly, (y/n) moved the pawns in her chessboard as she saw fit while Aemond did her dirty work.

“My dear husband, this is an important day for you why are you frowning?”

“My father never wanted this, he never wished for me to be king, for twenty years he upheld Rhaenyras claim”

“He told your mother-“

“Do you truly believe that king Viserys decided to name his heir while on his deathbed? He never liked me (y/n)”

(Y/n) could comprehend why was Aegon acting like this while they were on the carriage, she had witnessed first hand the dismissive behaviour of king Viserys when it came to Aegon and his siblings, the only time she saw the king smile was when she gave birth to their first born Vaegor, she recalled how the frail old man held the babe for the first time as a grin appeared on his deformed face that half of it was concealed by a golden mask.

“A lovely prince, savour this moment Aegon, before you even know it your son will grow taller than you and leave you wondering where did the time go”

Aegons face lit up at the light joke his father had said, (y/n) smiled as well but not to Aegon nor the king, she grinned while for the lightest moment she glimpses to Aemond, the prince stood to the back allowing the others their moment with the new born babe.

The timeline was quite blurry yet (y/n) was certain she had bared Aemonds son, a cold night at the dragon pit that (y/n) had gone to search for Aemond after an argument that had disturbed their affair, Vaegor was the result of that night.

(Y/n) pursed her lips before she rose from her seat to move and get comfortable on her husbands lap, as the carriage was in motion Aegon stretched his hands to help her take a seat, she had given birth to their 3 child not too long ago yet she manage to fit the gown he had gifted her at their wedding day.

“It does not matter what he thought, your father is dead and now you will inherit what you deserve, in a few moments this beautiful head will have a crown and the truth will be what you make it”

“Do you love me?”

(Y/n) did not respond instantly like she usually does, Aegon was casted aside by his family from a very young age even though they held him to a standard that was extremely toxic, to fight against his own sister. (Y/n) leaned closer to his ear slowly as her arm that was wrapped around his shoulders went up to his hair to caress his silver locks.

“Till the end of my days, remember?”

(Y/n) did not lie to him, she loved Aegon he had been good and gentle with her, that being said Aegon was not meant to be king, he would rather spend his days guzzling wine and dancing to music or bedding his wife than attend small council meetings, start a war with Rhaenyra or go fight in a battle.

No that was (y/n)s wish, actually it was everyone else’s wish but his. When the war began that remained in history as “the dance of dragons” after Aegon was crowned (y/n) could finally reveal the person behind the doll like mask, a vicious beast that stopped at nothing, she was the whisper in Aegons and Aemonds ear, moving them like muppets to do whatever she advised them to do so. Rhaenyra got the nickname “Maegor with tits”, Aegon was called “Aegon the usurper” and Aemond was “the kinslayer”, what a tragic day that was when Aemond came back he immediately summoned (y/n)

“What did you do?”

“(Y/n) I swear I did not mean for it to happen, I lost control of Vhagar”

“Vhagar is a war dragon that invaded Dorne it was only natural for her to go for the kill yet you still wanted to torment Lucerys you are a fool”

She was furious, one thing (y/n) counted on was Aemonds restrain, his grudge against the strong boys ran deeper and now he had exposed them to bloodshed.

“We take my children-“

“Our children”

“My children! I almost died for them”

“And I killed for them”

“You killed that boy for yourself do not blame my sons and daughter for your mishaps”

Aemond and Aegon separately thought all three children were from them, (y/n) being the woman that carried them would say it was more complicated than that, her two boy Vaegor and Aelor were Aemonds, her daughter Daenera was Aegons.

Aemond loved all three of the children, he feared for their life the most when the war started and now he was shaking at the idea that he would be responsible for putting them in danger. He could see (y/n)s eyes go from one side to the other with quick speed as she raced in her mind to find a way to fix this.

“You will take Vaegor and Aelor to Essos, Aegon will take Daenera to Dorne, the Martells will not disagree at giving shelter to a babe”

-

The war had taken countless lives, only a handful of the Targaryen line survived, Aegon was severely wounded and in excruciating pain on a daily bases, (y/n) felt her heart ache at the side of his once handsome face suffer the fate of his father, deformed and frail.

“Will there be pain?”

“No my love, I made sure of it”

(Y/n) assured him as she carefully placed her arms around him so Aegon can sit up, it was a few hours past supper and the only light was coming front their candles.

Aegon faintly smiled before he hissed from the pain striking him with any type of movement, as he settled (y/n) reached over for the goblet that sat on the stand next to their shared bed and passed it to Aegon.

“I believe it is the first time that I give you wine and you hesitate to down it”

“At least I’ll leave doing one of my favourite things”

“One?”

“Yes, the other is playing with our children, please (y/n) I beg you, tell them I died in battle, tell them their father sacrificed his life protecting them”

“I will, do not dwell over that I will make sure they know how much you loved them”

“Good, good… well, I raise my cup to the new king, Aemond the one eyed prince”

(Y/n) held Aegon until he let his last breath, dying peacefully and being free from the pain and worry. Tears streaming down her eyes as she could not help but feel responsible, “Aegon never wanted this” she kept repeating before she wiped her tears and pulled herself together.

As the first rays of sunlight started to appear (y/n) walked out of her chamber and went over to Aemonds, she did not bother with knocking the prince would already be up by now especially at a day like this.

“Is it done sweetling?”

“Yes, the throne is yours”

Aemond rushed to hug the queen as she responded with her arms wide open as well, she had achieved what she wanted, Aemond inheriting the throne and her kids being next in line, she was queen and then she would be queen mother, still the tittle “dowager queen” fell heavy in her heart.

“We have duties to attend to, first things first I will ride to Essos for our boys and then to Dorne for our princess, the war is over it is time for our kids to come back”

“You are king now Aemond, you are in need of a wife”

Aemond broke off his rumble at (y/n)s proclaim, her misty eyes confused him even further, they had sacrificed everything for this why was she crying? Aemond let his hands rest on her biceps as he struggled to find the reason behind her meek demeanour.

“You are afraid, I’ve never seen you afraid”

“Aegon is dead, I am the dowager queen, you sit on the iron throne now and I am… what am I Aemond?”

The realm would not allow a king without a queen, when the announcement of Aegons passing will happen and his wish for Aemond to succeed him until Vaegor comes off age the small court will push for Aemond to be wed, uncertainty sunk in her veins and froze her blood at the idea of doing all of this for nothing.

Aemond lifted her chin with his finger moving his hand to not rest there but to go up and brush her cheek lightly as a sign of affection, Aemond adored (y/n), he loved her more than she ever would, she would never admit it yet to Aemond it was obvious that he was second best in her heart, Aegon had been her husband, she did not grace his life until after Aegon had already gotten a bite, a prince of the Targaryen like could have any princess or lady he wanted, the Gods were humorous to torment him with falling for a woman that loved him but did not love him enough.

“I am king until our son comes off age, Aegons wish is for me to succeed him, I will wed you when the moon turns and call it an act of kindness to the Lannister clan for your houses loyalty and to ensure the future of the late kings successor, I would never leave you in the dust dearest”

“We show mercy to Rhaenyras children, we will send for them and keep them in the red keep, the sea snake will decide who will be his successor my guess is Baela”

“I offer you a wedlock and your reaction is to discuss the inheritance of driftmark, is that how little you think of me?”

Her shoulders sunk at the bitter question, she sympathised with him to an extend of course, his jaw tightened when (y/n) pulled away to march at the window of his chamber, it truly seemed like (y/n) genuinely turned her back to him.

Aemond could detect her shoulders move from taking a deep breath, (y/n) faced him once again when she regained her composure her eyes were cold and her lips pursed together tightly.

“I have given you everything, I am called kinslayer and cruel on the streets, I did everything you asked me to”

“And I sacrificed everything, trust me Aemond I know the blood is on my hands, at least I own up to my crimes, you can scurry away and blame me we both know I did not force you to do anything, you wanted the throne for yourself, you used me and I used you”

(Y/n) held strong feelings for Aemond, they had shared such intimate moments and their ambition for greatness was the key to their affair, he was a good man and would be a great ruler, as the time went by she would have to be blind to not pick up on the hatred his eyes held when she walked with Aegon or when he was forced to watch Aegon play with his sons and call him father, his days were filled with agony, he loved his brother but he always got what Aemond thought he should own, his lover, his children, his throne, the bitter taste of being the second best no matter how hard he worked shattered him.

“We are bound for life Aemond, it is pointless to point fingers”

“I love you (y/n), I killed for you”

“You killed for your own ambition”

“I did it for you! For our love! For our children that will never call me father! I am not pointing fingers I am pleading the mother of my children to tell me she loves me, so… do you love me?”

Requests are open!

[profoundbondfanfic]

A Complete Kingdom by komodobits [Explicit, 85k words]

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome... and there will certainly be hell to pay.

Camp by fullvoid [Explicit, 9k words]

It’s 1985 and to say that Dean is relieved when his summer job at the local camp comes to an end would be an egregious understatement. There are about a million different ways he would have rather spent his summer than by being the maladjusted, weird guy that all his coworkers avoid. Nevertheless, in a poor effort to fit in, Dean decides to attend the annual celebration that his fellow counselors organize at the end of every camp season. It isn’t supposed to be anything special, simply a standard party with shitty vodka, late-night skinny dipping, and make-your-ears-bleed soft rock. As it turns out, the hockey-mask-adorned, machete-wielding killer who crashes it has other plans—and no one is prepared for the horrors the night will bring.

et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]

There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Mature, 71k words]

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 [Mature, 39k words]

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) [Teen and Up, 31k words]

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Tunnel by deansmultitudes [Explicit, 13k words]

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White Noise by saltyfeathers [Mature, 30k words]

in an unnamed, perpetually rainy city on the east coast, something haunts dean and cas’ apartment. they’d like to pretend they don’t know what’s living in the space between them, but feigned ignorance can only keep them above water for so long. something happened nine months ago. something they don’t talk about. but the things people don’t talk about often find ways to speak for themselves, whether dean and cas are ready to pay their dues or not. the rain is an unforgiving entity, and as it continues to pervade the city; as it seeps into their already cold bones, they can feel the ocean rising around them, leaving them choking not on just what happened nine months ago, but what they’ve come to mean to each other since then.

[moonlight-prose]

VIOLENT DELIGHTS

➙ 01. YOUNG GODS

a/n: if you've been here long enough you might recognize this title. you might have even read the horrible first version of this fic. i really loved this story when i first came up with it, but i tried so hard to post it week to week with episodes of loki season one and ended up not liking the result. so i've redone all of it from beginning to well...sort of end. (we've still got a whole new season to cover) so welcome to the new and improved loki love story. gif from this beautiful set by @/samdeans

summary: there's legends of a being so old they aren't even considered a god. stories told of the originator of chaos, the destroyer of the cosmos. you arrive on asgard for a short visit. never thinking that you'd fall in love while there.

word count: 3.1k+

pairing: loki x f!reader (is the celestial being khaos)

warnings: not explicit, first meetings, loki being a brash young god, love at first sight type of vibes, he's infatuated people.

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Asgard looked different than you originally expected it to. With the glittering gold and architecture that held a certain air of regality to it, the place looked like it was fit for kings and queens. For gods that found pleasure. Beings that held more power in one place than others would have liked. You commended them for their efforts; for sustaining such beauty in a universe that otherwise sought out destruction.

In all the centuries you’d been alive, you had never once set foot on this land. You once found it strange, having heard the tales of Odin regaled all around the universe. A king that protected his people, that helped those who needed aid. But you thought it best to keep your distance from a new world. From a place that originally sought to take down the powerful forces that existed in order to gain more power. Though their reign of hunger and greed had passed, you still felt wary about visiting a place that would have once sought to tear you apart.

Showing up unannounced as you were still attempting to find your own footing would have only caused trouble. Although trouble was something you pursued consistently in your life. It was the very reason for your being. The reason you were alive to begin with.

Your heeled boots sounded like thunder in the sky as you exited the Bifrost and finally entered Asgard. Air so fresh it cleansed your lungs filled you; a small waft of the scent of fruit mixed in as well. You smiled, taking in another deep breath before allowing yourself to move forward. The obsidian cloak you normally wore to conceal yourself was created with your magic woven into every stitch. A way for you to remain hidden in worlds that didn’t want your presence. Having heard about the opulence of Asgard, you thought it best to dress the part—the skirt of your black glittering gown dragging on the floor behind you beneath the cloak.

The ensemble felt too grand for you to wear, but one glimpse at the gold doors at the end of the rainbow bridge proved that you chose the better option.

A man dressed in gold armor to match that of his kingdom, stepped towards you. His bright yellow eyes gave away the power he possessed—having only seen it once before in your lifetime—and the stoic expression he wore told you the same amount. He was a guardian, a watchman, and he knew exactly who you were before you even stepped foot in his homeland.

“May I ask for your name?” You smiled, hoping it would show that you weren’t here to cause what you were most known for.

He remained silent, regarding you with a look that you’d presume to be of the analytical nature, but knew better. He was seeing your power, the cosmic swirl of darkness that enshrouded the universe. Watching as it spilled out of you—filling the spaces in between your bones, your body. You carried your piece of the universe with you wherever you went. It was rare for someone to see your true form—the reality of it was too powerful even for Asgardians—but he could.

That made your smile grow. “I’m not here to cause harm.”

“I know.” He didn’t give you time to respond, turning away and heading outside.

You followed, trying not to stare too long at the scenery. People said Asgard was one of the most stunning places to exist, but their words never captured the actual beauty that you were met with. In the distance you could see the very top of the golden palace that pointed directly to the skies. The sunlight caused it to glitter even more in the daytime and for a moment you forgot where you stood.

A horse with a coat that matched the darkness of your clothes, stood a few feet away. Your steed that had no doubt been procured by the kingdom. They must have known you were coming with warning from their guardian. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased as such a welcome…or be wary of what was to come.

Asgardians were known for their peace…now. But the time before still lingered in people’s memories—a reminder of what they could become if provoked.

“They’re waiting for you in the palace,” he said, drawing your attention away from the gilded landscape.

“They know I’m here then.”

He nodded. “They’ve known for some time now.”

As you expected, your visit would not be one to stir chaos. A flicker of disappointment echoed in your chest, your power stirring beneath the surface of your body.

“I suppose it’s better this way,” you replied, pulling yourself up to sit in the black leather saddle. “Less trouble for me to cause.”

You wanted him to smile—to laugh at your measly attempt at a joke. But he remained stoic and steadfast. He wasn’t there to be amused by your presence and while it stung slightly, you quickly understood exactly how Asgard was. They didn’t like having a being that could destroy their home wandering the palace halls. Their distaste for your power was like a bitter tang on your tongue—strong enough to rival all the alcohol you could drink.

They didn’t want you here.

Yet they would tolerate you, welcome you with stiff smiles and half hearted words of joy, because they knew what you could bring upon them. What you’d wrought upon so many other worlds in your existence.

“Thank you,” you said softly, bowing your head in his direction.

He responded in kind, eyes tracking your movements as you turned the horse swiftly, the skirt of your dress draping off to the side. Trailing pieces of your universe behind you in a beautiful cloud of blacks, blues, and purples. It seemed to collide with the rainbow bridge, lighting up the colorful hues that were reflected beneath you, and causing a light to follow behind. Letting the people know that there was someone here—a being far more powerful than a god.

“Your brother?” He heard her voice echo in the halls, carrying the weight of her nerves that quickly seeped into his skin.

“How should I know mother? Loki likes to—”

“Likes to what brother?” He fixed his sleeves, straightening them to the best of his ability after he was ushered so rudely back into his bed chambers. They barely gave him enough time to swallow his food before they were forcing him to look presentable.

It wasn’t every day that an ancient being visited the palace; which only made the nerves of everyone spike even higher. He wanted to tear himself away from this place, hide away in a cave somewhere and practice his magic, because at least then he’d remain sane. Chaos was his forte. Mischief his specialty. Dealing with the perfectionist view of his mother and father…was not. Loki would have rather spent his years in hiding rather than stand next to his brother, attempting to reflect the perfection of Asgard that so clearly wasn’t him.

“I was just saying…”

Loki scoffed, flicking an invisible piece of dirt off his sleeve. “You were just about to dig me even further into the ground.”

Thor shrugged, his lips twisting up into a mischievous smile that could rival Loki’s. “Don’t be so quick to assume. I could have been ready to praise you in front of our mother.”

“Praise isn’t apart of what you know—”

“Would you two please.” Loki’s mouth snapped shut, back straightening as his mother turned swiftly to glare at them. The sight, a familiar one after all these years.

He’d grown accustomed to getting reprimanded when it came to his brother. After all, bickering was one of their favorite pastimes. But today was not the day to pursue such irritating habits. Not when their mother looked ready to combust if someone were to press down on her a bit further. Her nerves were frayed—fingers twisting together anxiously as she paced the hall. Awaiting the arrival of their visitor. Overall she looked ready to flee at a moment's notice; her emotions mimicked his in the most basic of ways.

Loki had heard the tales of this being. Knew why the entire kingdom was on edge, because Khaos was not someone to be trifled with. They were…dangerous. Someone who enjoyed wreaking havoc upon others without thinking twice about it. And while he’d grown to admire their strength, their capability and power. He too was nervous about coming face to face with someone so formidable.

“I don’t see why we have to be here,” Thor began, his stance relaxed and unimpressed. “They didn’t tell us they were—”

The doors of the palace swung open, light shimmering across the marbled floor, and Loki watched his mother’s face pale slightly. Her back straight and hands pressed to her sides. It would take a few minutes for them to reach where they were standing, but a few minutes felt like an eternity. He wanted to comfort her, tell her he would handle this meeting, but the thought died in the back of his head when the echo of your heels grew louder—colors bleeding into the air as you approached.

Loki had never seen someone so beautiful.

As if you were made up of nothing but the cosmos—your black gown trailing behind you, bleeding the universe wherever you went. You practically radiated power—the weight of it heavy on his shoulders as he stood there. Struck speechless by the brilliance of your glow. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, palms slightly sweaty with nerves, as you approached calmly—eyes filled with wonder at the sight of their home.

“Welcome!” Frigga exclaimed, her lips pulling into a smile as she moved towards you.

You stopped a few feet away, bowing your head and letting your palms press into the skirt of your dress. There wasn’t anything that stated you had to respect the royalty of this planet, but you understood how people reacted when you showed them manners. They were more often than not taken aback by it. Your lips pulled into a soft smile, eyes glittering as you took in the three people standing there—each of them exhibiting emotions that you could practically touch in the air.

She wasn’t scared of you, that much was clear. Yet something cold still lingered when you shifted your eyes to her form—taking in the way she didn’t step near until you did it yourself. A blonde man stood behind her, hands clasped together and eyes almost as analytical as the man you’d met previously. He didn’t trust you. That much you could tell from the way he refused to speak—his body telling you enough.

But there was someone who stood off to the side, slightly separated from the both of them. He watched you with awe, his face an open book of expressions as you finally turned your head to face him. It struck you how stunning he was. From the curve of his face to the slope of his nose—his eyes, a swirl of blues and greens that hooked you right away. He wore gold armor that matched the horned helmet on his head, the color practically glowing against the green of his cape.

You wanted to know his name.

Speak to him and hear the lilt of his voice, the cadence of his words.

“We are delighted that you have chosen our world to rest on,” she said, dragging your attention away from him.

You stepped forward, doing what you could to reign in the power that threatened to slip free. If only to ease the minds of those around you. To prove that you weren’t here to cause trouble, you were merely visiting. She must have noticed your shift, her body visibly relaxing.

“It’s been quite a journey,” you replied, unable to take your attention away from the man whose gaze was piercing your skin. Like a knife, he dragged it along your form, carving away at the layers of your gown in the hopes of seeing what lay beneath.

What you didn’t show the rest of the universe.

“I’ve heard so much about Asgard,” you said smoothly.

She began to head down the hall, giving you space to fall into step with her. “It is a land known for its stories. Although I suppose you know much about such things.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “I do… Tell me, are the legends true? About what Asgard was before this?”

She stiffened, her eyes trained straight ahead at the double doors. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” The doors swung open, revealing a dining hall—a table in the center practically overflowing with food as people moved to gather around it. “We’ll be dining here tonight. Someone will show you to your chambers afterwards.”

There was nothing left to be said, no conversation remaining to keep going, because she’d made it clear with that one gesture. You had overstepped—brought up a past that the men behind her probably didn’t even know about. So you nodded, thanked her for the warmth of her welcome, and moved off to the side, admiring the grandiose scene before you. Planets often arranged large events such as this when you visited, but something told you that this was a regular occurrence. That the opulence of this place was normal to everyone here.

Gathering the skirts of your dress, you moved to the balcony outside, the sunlight beginning to fade for night. The glow of darkness now covered parts of the land in the distance. You could practically see different planets in the distance. The stars were so bright the flames that had been lit beside you were almost not necessary.

Sighing, you attempted to find that star in the night sky that had always been your guiding light home. Many called it a planet—or perhaps even a sun in the distance—but you knew the truth. It was yours. The single thing gifted to you by the universe. Your pathway home, back to your own kingdom. To your land that stretched beyond time, beyond the makings of the universe.

Something prickled against the back of your neck, and you turned your head, catching the sight of something green and gold in your peripheral.

“It’s not polite to sneak up on someone,” you said, pressing your hands to the marbled edge of the balcony.

He stepped forward, the man you’d been so intrigued with from earlier, now coming to stand beside you—his horned helmet removed, armor and cape gone. “I must apologize. I’m just…” He cleared his throat, eyes cast out towards the hills of his homeland. “I find myself…drawn to you.”

The corners of your lips twitched, warmth spilling into your chest as you finally took in the sight before you. He was stunning. A man carved out of existence to form something that could rival distant galaxies. His fingers drummed along the railing, heart hammering against his chest as he let you explore him. Stood as still as possible until you were done traversing his form with your gaze.

“What’s your name?” you asked gently, wishing that you could skip the meal altogether and remain here with him.

He finally turned, leaning against his side and fixing you with a stare that you felt scrape against your heart. “Loki Odinson.”

Reaching forward, you offered him your hand as a gesture of kindness. Yet something more seemed to arch forward—flickering softly in your power as he took it. His touch was cold, but you found you enjoyed the feel of it over the warmth of the flames behind you. He was the difference that lay in the center of Asgard. The one who didn’t truly belong, and perhaps that’s why you found yourself so taken with him. Because he understood how you felt to stand in the midst of a land that wasn’t yours, a land that didn’t want you.

“It’s a pleasure Loki…Odinson.” Your words were breathy, your nerves showing through, and it made his lips curl into a smile.

“May I ask for your name?”

You shrugged, waving your other hand in the air. “I go by many names. Too many for me to keep track of sometimes.”

He nodded. “But you do have one name you prefer the most. Do you not?”

The breathless feeling from earlier was back, your power singing a tune that he met in kind. “I do,” you replied. Saying the name softly, you watched his lips curl around the letters, forming it so delicately you felt as if he was licking it against your skin.

Guiding your hand to his lips, he kissed your knuckles gently, sending another spark of heat through your body. It curled around your stomach, pulling tight against your nerves. But you found you wanted more. You wanted it to consume you. To suffocate you until no breath remained in your lungs; until you were nothing but specks of stardust he could scatter throughout the universe.

“It’s a pleasure,” he breathed, eyes taking in the way your lips parted slightly, your chest raising and breasts pushing against the corset of your gown.

Starlight glimmered bright along your gown, causing light to spread through the area around you, and he watched in awe as it wrapped around your entwined palms. As if sealing his touch with a promise of more.

Loki had never had his heart stolen so quickly before. Never thought it was even possible for him to feel such emotions. Yet there you were. Standing before him like a vision from his dreams, eyes wide and open as the realization settled over both of you like a dark storm cloud. This was not simply a mere meeting between strangers, but something far greater. Something that could shift all the stars in the universe, creating a layer of chaos that could not be undone.

“I suppose we should eat,” you said at last, dragging yourself out of your dazed stupor.

He grinned, refusing to release your hand, even as you took a step towards the entrance way. “If you wish.”

He led you down the steps, guiding you through the dining hall towards the seat that sat near his father, replacing Thor’s. A hush fell over the room when you entered, shining just a bit brighter than earlier—your fingers interlaced with his. Loki felt the hatred seep into his skin as men glared at the sight. Dismayed that you seemed to be taken with the God of Mischief. The prince that did not fit in with the rest of Asgard.

Gripping his hand tighter, you felt something shift in your chest. Wrapping around you and claiming you in front of everyone there. Yet you found…you delighted in it. Enjoyed how the one most like you, declared you as his in front of all his people. You were the most powerful being on this planet, and Loki Odinson now held you in his possession.

Laying claim to your very being.

[gamequoteshowdown]

Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!

Round 1

"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones

"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta

"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow

"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company

"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX

"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom

"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3

"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company

"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker

"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine

"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable

“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale

"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale

“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds

"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company

"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata

“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles

"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral

"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online

""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda

“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star

"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale

"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2

"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection

"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium

“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Spoilers for Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

I haven't actually finished the game but I was thinking, what if Zelda never returns to being a hylian and just remains a dragon forever? Who would be the next in line for the throne?

That's right.

Link. Why?

1. Link is from a long family of knights and one of the only known and confirmed nobles in the game

2. Link is one of the only people in Hyrule to know many classified secrets of the royal family (especially if he regains all his memories from his time as Zeldas personal guard and whatnot)

3. Link has saved and aided all of the different tribes on multiple occasions and united them under him.

4. He has personal friendly relationships with all the tribes leaders aka the chiefs and Zora king

5. Link is pretty good as descalating conflicts and finding middle grounds

6. Link is cononically just as compassionate and lovable as Zelda is and would be beloved as Prince

Theres more but I think you got the picture. Just imagine Prince Link, uncomfortable about this turn of events but willing to do what is best for his people.

So I propose a plot for the new DLC: Of course theres a new Big Bad (maybe a sorcerer like Vaati or something) who makes themselves a castle of thier own in the Depths and is trying to take over hyrule but in a different way than we've seen before. Sure they still create monster and cause havoc but they also do political stuff like scandal and slander

Link gathering alliances with the people of the different tribes and trying to clear his name after he's been framed for crimes he did not commit maybe? He, that doesn't really fit the vibe with what I'm going for, but what if the new Big Bad tried to make the people of Hyrule like him more and use thier love of him as a way into power?

Maybe disasters keep happening and the new guys servents/knights keeps saving the day but things keep getting worse and worse. Maybe there could be a new game mechanic where there's a ward or talisman that stops dark magic/ evil entities from entering the city and most of the disasters in that area stopping entirely and when the servent/knight tries to enter the city they hit a magic barrier and it sounds like a mosquitoe getting zapped by a bug zapper and they scream, revealing themselves to be a monster who had been the one causing all the disasters in the first place. The civilians freak out and the monster flees.

Link and the sage of that area believed in Link the whole time/was suspicious of the servant/knight follows the monster with Link and they find a maze like nest the monster has created

Cue dungeon

Cue boss battle

Rinse and repeat for all the sages people (maybe there are some previously unknown Zonai survivors that Minaru is awed and excited to find and she takes them in idk) maybe they were lost in time or something. Maybe thats where the big bad came from and the the Zonai children interrupted the Big Bads spell and thay wound up in the distant future, the children later running away in confusion and terror. So new tribe and dungeon? Just a thought

DLC features:

1. MASSIVE main quest to renovate the castle where you get to redecorate it however you want. Like you get to choose the furniture and decorations and have things restored to thier former glory. Granted you have to pay for repairs out of your own pocket (taxes can only go so far and thats going towards rebuilding the towns and stuff) and you get to put up your own pictures to replace those torn apart portraits and stuff you see around the castle in BOTW and TOTK. You can put up pictures of Hyrules former royals, the champions, the sages, ect. Or you can go the painting route where someone paints the photos you have on your Purah Pad like in your house in Terry Town. I would buy the DLC just for this to be honest

As you renovate the castle and dig out all the collaped pathways you get new memories of Links time as a soldier and get to see his family as well as memories with Zelda

I would throw so much money at Nintendo just to be able to renovate the castle to my liking. Like, so much you have no idea

2. Link getting a freaking crown and royal armor sets. One for prince and another after he's corinated as king near the end of the game

Armor sets based off of the new and old boss monsters

Armor sets based off of the mini-boss monsters including Gloom Hands (this one looks horrifying btw) and you get some kinda boost from each that represents that specific monster like a Hinox set giving you a food affect boost and Gloom Hands set boosts the power of the Phantom Ganon drops

Maybe a sage set that boosts the powers of the sages a bit

Forest dweller set that increases the durability of wooden weapons

3. Rebuilding the town ruins and creating homes for people all over hyrule like the Deya village ruins and Tabantha ruins and you can do it Lurelin Village style (I loved that side quest it was actually pretty fun)

Anyway, this is me officially releasing this idea to Nintendo it they want it so long as they credit me for the ideas they use from me. They don't even have to pay me (but hiring me would be nice)

Here's a poll to maybe help convince them this is a good idea

@nintendo :)

[the-badger-mole]

I feel like I don't harp on Aang's lack of leadership skills enough. I can already hear people cracking their knuckles to type out some long diatribe about how it's unfair to judge Aang's leadership because he's a kid. Let me stop you right there. As with his lack of respect for consent and his lack of preparation to deal with Ozai, his age is irrelevant because the framing of Aang would have us believe that he's right. The show wants us, the audience, to see Aang as clever and wise beyond his years. To say I can't be too hard on Aang because he's a child flies directly in the face of what the writers intended. So, step away from the keyboard and let me finish, alright?

Bet.

When I think of Aang as a leader, the episode that comes to mind is The Great Divide. Someone recently brought this up to me as an example of Aang being a Trickster type. I disagree. I think Aang is more of an Innocent than a Trickster, but I get how someone might see him as either *. It doesn't make him a great leader, in any case. In fact, it supports my theory that he's a bad leader. His actions in TGD show that he is far more interested in taking the easy way out than in any real sort of conflict resolution, which in a world looking for guidance post war is...not a great attitude to have. This is the most egregious example of his lack of conflict resolution skills, but it's not the only example of this. He also looks for the easy fix when Katara and Toph are fighting (although, this is interestingly actually framed as a misstep for him. A box of Mars bars to Bryke for that, I guess). It would be fine if this was acknowledged as a short-coming in him, but the way TGD ends, it's supposed to make Aang look clever. (P.S. there's NO way those groups didn't go right back to fighting, because that's not how conflict works).

Bryke could have left that alone and just have more examples of Aang being a good leader in the rest of the series or in the comics, but seeing as they don't seem to understand why Aang isn't the wonderful person they frame him to be, I get why there's not a whole lot of growth in him. Speaking of the comics, remember that time that Aang jumped on board with anti-miscegenation without considering the consequences? Remember how the only reason he changed his mind is because he would be personally affected by it? Yeah...

So, in the comics, Aang meets a group of wanna be Acolytes who studied Air Nomad customs and wanted to actually live them out. They shaved their heads and painted on some tattoos, and Aang was all about it...until he realized that it wasn't paint, they had actually gotten the tattoos, and at that point, he feels insulted. Mind you, he wasn't insulted about his culture being used as cosplay. He was mad that they misunderstood the significance of the tattoos and in their misguided attempts they did something they weren't supposed to. I'm not saying he was wrong to be upset, per se, I'm just saying that cultural appropriation is probably something that the creators of Avatar: The Last Airbender are out of their depths on. Well, this incident sours him on the idea of mixing cultures and in his anger, he jumps right to anti-miscegenation.

Let me repeat that. Avatar Aang, who is supposed to represent all peoples, got angry at some well-intentioned, but severely misguided girls, and decided that the solution would be to support policies that would literally tear apart families. Then he only walked that back because he wouldn't be able to keep Katara. It wasn't him realizing how much damage he would do to other people. It wasn't him understanding that the issue he's trying to solve requires more delicate handling than simply saying "everyone go back to where you came from". It was his selfishness that saved the day (sort of? I think annexing a part of the Earth Kingdom to make pseudo-New York was...questionable at best).

These are the two biggest, if not only examples of the type of leader Aang is. In both cases, his solution had more to do with him, his personal convenience, his feelings, than any thought of how best serve the people looking to him to lead. They are not presented as issues with his leadership, highlighting the ways he needs to grow into his role. The solutions he comes up with are presented as examples of his cleverness and wisdom, but actually, they just show how he leads based on what's best for him. The people of Planet Avatar ** are subject to Aang's whims and how much work he feels like putting in on a given day. But the people he's leading are supposed to think he's a Big Dang Hero. In a better written story, this would be the beginning of a villain arc.

*(btw, it is still The Year of Content ™️©️®️, so probably expect another post in the future about why I think Aang is more in line with the Innocent than the Trickster. Maybe. We'll see...)

** (is there a name for that world in the fandom? Can we come up with one? Planet Avatar is incredibly lame.)

[coffeecat1983]

Mario Bros Then and Now (feat Tony and Arthur): Home Sweet Home

Time: Early June 2023. Luigi pushed open the front door with his shoulder, turning once he was inside. He had a medium sized box in his hands labelled 'books'. It had taken a lot of work but the Bros were finally moved in to their own home in the Mushroom Kingdom. Over the course of a few weeks Peach had snuck a small army of toads in to Brooklyn at night to gather the packed items and take them back through the warp.

The last thing to go was the furniture with Giovanni and the twins helping out. Even the beds had been dismantled and transported down to the smallest bolt. Once the Bros broke the news that the house was built, Marianna had gotten into the hall closet and pulling something out, handed it to them at the dining table. "I've been saving this for when you two move. A little piece of home." Luigi teared up and Mario was speechless. It was more of the wallpaper from their bedroom. It had gone up in their new room. The toads worked with love and care to put it in place, and once it was done Giovanni and Arthur got to work putting the beds together. Meanwhile Marianna and Tony helped with kitchen items and the living room. Now the Bros were alone in their new home, and Luigi had just brought in the last box that had been left outside. Setting it down, he heaved a sigh. "Phew, I think this is the last one." he grunted as he stretched and popped his back. "Moving through a warp made moving cross-country look easy, huh big bro?" His brother didn't reply. Leaving the small entryway, Luigi found his older brother standing in the living room, surrounded by boxes. His cap was off and his arms were folded. He looked, Luigi thought, lost. "Mario?" he was gentle as he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You okay?"

Mario didn't look at him, instead his gaze remained on all the boxes. "I didn't think it would feel this weird." he finally said. "Bein' in our own place." "You having second thoughts?" Luigi silently admitted to himself that he had been worried about the move. Out of Brooklyn was one thing, but to a new world altogether, well that was terrifying. Mario let out a soft laugh. "Nah, no second thoughts. Just we've always been in that apartment. Now it's a whole house for us. Uncle Art and Tony aren't across the hall, Ma, Dad, Papa Sal, they won't be here when we get up…" "Heh, I see what you mean. It is kinda weird." Clearing his throat, he went over to a box and opening it, took out a video game and held it up. "But h-hey, we can stay up late now playin' games!" he set the game aside and pulled out a movie. "Or watch movies as loud as we want, there's no other houses close by." His attempt to cheer him up worked, he made Mario laugh. "Yeah, you're right, Lu. How about we get your music player set up and start unpackin'? Oh, and Ma wants us back tonight for dinner." Luigi's eyes lit up and digging in his pocket, he pulled out his little music player and turning it on, cranked up the volume.

That evening in Brooklyn, the Bros were surprised to find the whole family gathered for dinner like it was Sunday evening. "What's all this?" Mario asked as they entered to cheers from their relatives. "Hey kid! Gotta celebrate you two gettin' your own place." Arthur said, holding up a wineglass. Marianna slipped behind the Bros as they were taking their seats and leaning in, kissed them both on the cheek. "My boys, so proud of you two!" she beamed. "How's it feel havin' your own place?" Marie spoke next. Mario let out a soft laugh, glancing at Luigi. "It, ah, it feels, well…" he hesitated. "Weird?" Tony volunteered. Mario's shoulders visibly relaxed. "Y-Yeah, that. Just, not being so close to you all is really different." Tony sat back, arms folded. "Sound familiar, Art?" Arthur groaned past his sip of wine. Setting the glass down he shook his head. "God, that first day in the basement felt like the Twilight Zone…"

August 1999.

Tony stepped back, taking in the sight of the freshly made bed. He swallowed hard. Seeing the powder blue of his bedspread all alone without Arthur's yellow and white stripped spread nearby was jarring. "Beds are made." he called as he went to the kitchen. Not getting a reply, he popped his head around the doorway. His twin was in the living room, rubbing his arm as he stood surrounded by boxes. His hair was ruffled, the loose strands hanging down nearly to his eyes. "Hey, lil bro, you in there?" Tony teasingly waved a hand in front of his face and Arthur jerked, coming out of his thoughts. He sputtered and waved his hands, playfully pushing Tony back. "What're you doin', ya idiot?" he said with a laugh. "There you are. You okay? Looked like you were lost." Shuffling past the boxes of movies and comic books, Arthur plopped down on the secondhand couch they had gotten. "I feel lost." he softly admitted. "New place, not having the family with us," he looked at Tony, "seperate rooms." Tony sat beside him, sighing. "Yeah, definitely weird. We've always had people around, and shared a room." Arthur quietly agreed. They couldn't afford one of the upper apartments that would give them a room big enough to share, and with Marianna expecting her babies, they had to take what they could get to give their old room to their nephews. Something that neither resented, but it meant a big change and it was hitting them hard. Tony sat back, looking at the blank walls. "I mean, yeah we got separate rooms but we got the whole place to ourselves." He nudged Arthur and jerked a thumb towards a long, thin box. "And Gio never liked posters on the living room walls…" Arthur broke into a grin as he caught on. When Marianna came down in the elevator to see how the twins were doing, she found them both singing as Arthur hung up movie posters and Tony filled the bookcases with their movies and music. "Hi Ma!" Tony waved before turning down the stereo and going to give her a hug. Her eyes sparkled brightly as she entered and looked around. "Well look at you two! You're gonna turn it into your own place in no time." "You like it?" Tony asked nervously. "I know Gio never liked posters in the living room." Marianna laughed. "Oh he's stubborn! I think you boys are doing a wonderful job. But how about a break and some dinner? Can't have a good sleep in a new place without a full stomach."

"We had a good sleep all right," Arthur finished the story. "Passed out on the couch together watching movies!"

Giovanni shook his head as he folded his arms. "Thankfully you two moved on a weekend and didn't have work the next day." "Gettin' to the point," Tony said, "I know it feels weird but give it time. It'll feel like home pretty quick." After dinner and a movie with the twins, the Bros made the trip back, both stopping outside the house. The little porch light by the door cast a warm and welcoming glow. "You know somethin', Lu?" "Hmm?" Mario smiled at his little brother. "Feels good to be home."

END By "CC"

[cieloclercs]

*:･ﾟ✧* ── 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫, prologue

pairing. prince!charles leclerc x princess!verstappen!oc

summary. by royal decree, the house of verstappen announces the betrothal of its youngest daughter, princess cecilia verstappen, to prince charles of house leclerc

warnings. a little bit rushed, mentions of/allusions to abuse (only once), j*s verstappen (dude needs his own warning in this fic 🥴) but not a whole lot for this chapter!

word count. 1k+

author’s note. yikes this has been sitting half finished in my drafts for so long 😭 i finally got it done today so i figured it’s time to officially begin this series :)) i’m genuinely sooo excited to write this you have no idea

00. prologue

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next ➜ chapter 1

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 tumultuous, inky black waves crashing against the cliff face, and he knows he's found his sister. It's been an hour since Princess Cecilia Verstappen left the palace. Guards are searching for her high and low, turning their shared quarters upside down. King Jos is furious (though, when is he not?) and his wife is frantic. But they don't know their daughter. Max does. He knows that at a time like this, there's only one place she'll want to be.

The announcement has come as a shock to both of them. Sure, they've always been aware of the tensions in Hasselian-Montean relations, but, they suppose, being young teenagers spending most of their days exploring the palace grounds or studying with their private tutor, they've been somewhat shielded from the true gravity of the situation. Perhaps Max could have predicted it: if he'd been paying proper attention, of course. It's him Jos is raising to become King, after all. But a betrothal, an alliance through marriage is something he's never foreseen.

Cecilia's fury still shakes the ground beneath his feet when he approaches her. She's sat as close to the cliff edge as possible (something which has always made him nervous, though she seems to marvel in watching the icy black water churn from a sheer drop of two hundred feet), with her knees drawn all the way up to her chest. Sobs wrack the young princess' body. Max feels them deep in his own heart, tugging and tearing away. He can't imagine how difficult this must be for her: to have her freedom, her choice snatched so cruelly away. It's the one thing Cecilia has fought hardest for. Now, with nothing but a few formally exchanged letters and two signatures at the bottom of a bit of old parchment, it's slipped straight through her fingers.

Max sits down beside his sister silently. He knows her well enough to realise there's no point trying to comfort her with words. She'll only throw them back in his face, scream and shout of the injustice for the entire kingdom to hear. So he sits in silence; waits for her sobs to grow quiet and her breathing to even out. All the while the ocean roars beneath them — a terrifying force to anyone else, but to them, a comfort. A familiarity.

“I won't leave." the young princess says finally, her voice wavering, yet steeled with determination, "I won't."

Max sighs. He fears, yet again, that she may have no choice in the matter. There's a second term to this contract. To strengthen the alliance, Cecilia is to spend six months of the year in Monteo with her betrothed and the rest of the royal family. It's an agreement that will be put into effect on the second day of the New Year — only two weeks from now. The Verstappen twins, for all their fourteen years of life, have never spent more than a day apart from each other. It's just been them for as long as they can remember. Now they're being forced apart, dragged away to entirely different kingdoms for the sake of this alliance. Max wishes there was something he could do to stop this from happening. But he knows his father, and King Jos has made up his mind. No force on earth can prevent the future when he dictates it.

"You have to, Lia." Max replies, his voice barely a whisper, "You know what he'll do if you refuse."

Not even she can argue against that. Her fate is sealed, as far as the next six months in Monteo are concerned. Unless...

“Then I shall make him hate me." Cecilia blurts out, even more determined now than before. Her brother's head shoots up.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

For a moment, she says nothing. Her gaze is cast out across the ocean, stopping only where the horizon ends. The waves no longer crash quite so ferociously against the cliff face. Yet her mind is a storm, and it has only one target — even if she knows, deep down, that the young Prince of Monteo is as innocent in all this as she is.

"I shan't speak to him. I shan't know him. Whatever father and King Hervé want me to travel to Monteo for, I'll do the opposite." Cecilia all but spits, her face contorted with rage. It's almost frightening. She may be fierce and headstrong, but Max knows his sister — she isn't malicious. She's kind in her heart. It makes him wonder what will happen to them both in the future; if their father's vice-like grip will turn them into hateful, vindictive, half-humans. Will he drain all the life out of them?

"Lia, please think about this." Max warns. The desperation in his voice has his sister's expression softening — but only for a moment.

"If he hates me, he won't want to marry me." she whispers. Their eyes lock, blue on blue, "I'll be free."

But at what cost? Is the question they must ask themselves. At the cost of the alliance? At peace between their kingdoms? Or even at the cost of Cecilia's life, of her childhood. King Jos is not kind to those who hinder his plans, even if they are family. The countless bruises and scars on both their bodies are testament to that. But this is far bigger than acting up at a banquet, than hiding out in the forest past curfew. This is Hasselia. Perhaps whatever scrap of childish naïveté, of love towards their father that remains has them hoping he'll be lenient towards his daughter. But after the things they've seem him do, they just can't be sure.

"Promise me you'll be careful." is all Max can say. He won't argue with his sister, not when knows it's pointless. Hoping and praying she'll heed his warning will have to be enough.

"I promise." Cecilia murmurs back.

They both know her words are empty.

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[sugolara]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮

feat. tomura shigaraki x fem! reader

cw: angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ after being kidnapped by the league of villains, or what remains left of it, y/n isn't to sure of what to do.

❝till there's nothing left in her let's watch the city burn. ❞

+ city by hollywood undead

it's been years since you've last seen your friend, tenko shimura. the only friend you had because he didn't deem you as rude or egotistical. you were kind, just like him.

so image the horror when your city, musutafu, crumbled down and killed anyone in the process; villains, animals, organisms, and even heroes. and not only by just some low class villain, but you long lost friend.

who now went by the name, tomura shigaraki.

you just had to be in the middle of it all, you told yourself. you should've ran the second the ground shook and not turn around as buildings started to collapse. but you did anyhow. and now because of you decision, tenko— tomura, had you in his grasp.

and he looked different. so much different. he's gotten taller and buffer, his hair is no longer black, and his face no longer holds the kindness in which she fell for.

his gaze is harsh, daring anyone who comes across him to try something. and as he stared down at your injured body, you can't help but let the fear in your face show, the tears threatening to leave your (e/c) eyes.

you flinched as he slowly crouched down, maintaining eye contact. he hesitates as he lifts his hand to cup your face when he hears a silent gasp come out from you. but with his gloved hands, he cups your face and with a small smile he speaks, "i'm glad i finally found you."

hearing his voice, it no longer sounded soft, it sounded raspy. it wasn't the voice you knew.

staring at him in fear and confusion, you hesitate to speak, "...what?"

he quickly stood up bring you up with him as well and with a grin he waves his arms out to the destructive city, "i spent years, after finally finding myself, to look for you. i did all this for us, so that when the day comes and you return, we'd have a whole kingdom. just like when we were kids."

y/n fearfully stared out to the city, suddenly guilt eating her up, i did this? she shook her head and fell to her knees, the tears in her eyes finally falling, "no, no, no, no!"

"uh, oh, she doesn't look to happy." tomura had heard dabi say, he then glared at toga as she sneered at y/n, "if she isn't happy with what we did, why don't we just cut her. we lost twice in the process, ungrateful if you ask me."

tomura glanced back at y/n who was now mumbling to herself. back when tenko wanted to be the hero, she and him would play a game where tenko would build an empire out of his hero reputation. then giving y/n whatever she wanted because they were best friends.

it was just a stupid game.

tomura sighed as he crouched down. he understood why she was upset. he just killed thousands of people and she probably thought he was dead only to be shocked as tomura stood right in front of her. well, more like he kidnapped her, but it doesn't matter.

he's back, and you should be happy to see him, not devastated. yea, he killed people, but your his best friend. which means, you have to stick by his side no matter what, because now your an accomplice.

and no one will know you went missing, they'll just think you died in the war. so really, you have no where else to go as tomura was now your family.

he gently wiped your tears with his thumbs then grabbed your hands. still staring at him with a frightened look, he held a small smile, one that wasn't sincere, "it's you and me now. and no one will tear us apart, not even yourself."

[chaotomatic]

Hi! Yesterday i made this post about a theory i had about LOZ tears of the kingdom in which i somehow drag the seven heroines into this

Go read that rq cause this is p2

Anything for u, random citizen. Have my insanity on a silver platter 🥰🥰🥰

So we have a lot of pieces, so lets try to put them together. This is about to be a game theory video in text form, so if something sounds like a stretch ✨thats because it is✨

Anyways.

What do we know about the seven heroines?

Well, not a lot. We know that, according to the Gerudo historian Rotana, the seven heroines were 7 divine protectors of the Gerudo, and are a popular and well known legend.

She says that each heroine has a different power: skill, spirit, endurance, knowledge, flight, motion, and gentleness.

Idk about you but to me these sound like ✨dungeon prompts✨

We also know that there is Gerudo script on the sides of the statues, which reads “The Seven Sages”

So clearly the heroines and sages are connected, quite possibly the same thing.

But what about the 8th heroine?

Well, we know even less about her. We only really hear about her from incel-boot-guy who sends us out to go find her statue in the first place, and he himself didn’t even think the statue was real, only an urban legend. In fact, compared to the other seven heroines, the 8th heroine is a lesser known myth.

The 8th heroine is strange. Shes merely more than an urban legend, the Gerudo script on her statue also says “the seven sages” despite her clearly being the 8th, not to mention that for some reason shes been built in an inaccessible canyon in the middle of nowhere. And because WHY NOT, her SWORD is on the other side of the mountain range.

In past Zelda games, the sages have been 6 main sage guys and their leader, princess zelda, the seventh sage. The statue could be the leader of the seven sages, instead this time being a leader of the sages as the 8th. But thats me grasping at straws, really.

Now to drag all this nonsense into Tears of the Kingdom

Ganondorf is like. Here now? We only really see him in the first trailer. Ganon is cursed to be reincarnated as a Gerudo man for eternity, and im sure has made the Gerudo people suffer under his rule before. (If not teeechnically canon to the games ppl who know the older games better than i can fact check me)

So by that logic, we could be seeing a lot more Gerudo centric history in the new game. YES, the game’s clearly aesthetically centered around the Zonai, but the Zonai are not the only 10,000+ year old race around. The sheika and the gerudo have both been around for just as long if not longer. Much, much longer. Its possible the seven heroines were in kahoots with or were even apart of the Zonai and helped save the Gerudo from Ganon. Or not.

Again, im grasping at straws and then putting them into my zelda themed insanity puzzle.

But i think the most consise thing in this whole mattpatt knock off text dump that i can think of is this

Eight heroines. Eight sages. Eight tears. Each tear represents a sage, similar to the medallions from OOT. You go through sick ass sky dungeons to get them. Those tears contain energy magic shit you can use to repair the master sword and kick ganons ASS. Its gonna be sick. Also somehow shove the zonai and hylia and the cave paintings and time travel and ouroboros in there.

TELL ME YOUR INSANE THEORIES I CANT BE ALONE IN THIS.

But again.

Thats just a theory.

A GAAAAAMME-

Thanks for reading :>

@lurelinlink @polygenderroulette

[pancake-breakfast]

There's a lot going on throughout the whole Wolfwood-Chapel-Livio arc in Volumes 9-10 of Trigun Maximum, not the least of which is some pretty clear Biblical references and imagery. But there are some less obvious ones, too, so I'm gonna talk about one of them here and try to pull it a little closer to the surface.

This bit caught my attention in Volume 9, when Chapel has Wolfwood pinned to the ground and is reviling Vash to him, trying to tear away the hope that has only grown stronger in Wolfwood since he met Vash.

Wolfwood's not speaking out loud here, but still, his word choice seems strange. He's called Vash ignorant and an idiot, but calling him a child seems oddly out of place (especially in light of how young Wolfwood is himself).

Despite his seemingly insulting words, Wolfwood doesn't seem to intend insult here. He cares a great deal about Vash, and while he knows there's a logic to what Chapel is saying, it's Vash's "idiocy" and naiveté that Wolfwood has ultimately chosen to follow.

Then I got to thinking of another place where being called "like a child" isn't intended to be an insult.

At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ He called a child, whom he put among them, and said, ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. - Matthew 18:1-5, NSRVA Translation

It's inevitable that children would be a bit of a focus in an arc that takes place at a functioning orphanage. But the kids at Wolfwood's home orphanage aren't treated as ignorant or annoying or worthless. They're kids, yes, but they're full of infinite hope, love, and forgiveness.

At the beginning of the arc, they jump in front of Wolfwood's bike despite not recognizing him and having no way to know ahead of time that he's an ally. They're determined to help Miss Melanie and the hostages and desperate to be taken seriously. They understand the situation is bad and most likely beyond them, but they won't... can't... cower in fear and do nothing.

They are scared, but they are brave. In addition to confronting the weird stranger on a bike who is Wolfwood, one of them goes so far as to try and take on the mercenaries surrounding the orphanage himself.

It's a dumb move that nearly gets him killed, but the alternative at that time seemed to be to sit around and do nothing, so the kid decides instead to do his best.

Later, when Wolfwood is being torn apart by Chapel in front of the orphanage, Miss Melanie tries to protect the kids and save as many of them as she can, telling them all to scatter and do their best to escape. But the kids call her out on the stupidity of this suggestion.

Not only is it unlikely to work, but it practically guarantees her death, at the very least, and they can't allow that. She may be willing to sacrifice herself for them, but she's overlooked that they are just as willing to sacrifice for her.

Near the end of the story arc, Miss Melanie decides to trust them with the truth that most of them have already figured out. In defiance of Wolfwood's wishes, she tells them about his true nature, and then she presents them with a decision. They can turn their back on him if they want. After all, he looks nothing like the big brother they remember, and on top of that he's become a killer whose hands are drenched in blood. But just in case they feel differently, she's brought the bag of confetti they've been saving to use to celebrate his return... a return they had no way of knowing would ever happen.

They choose the confetti.

It didn't matter what he'd done in the past, or even what he'd done while they'd been trapped hiding in the orphanage. Their big brother Nico had home when they'd most needed him, and they were going to celebrate.

To be counted among children like these is not an insult. They are the same as Wolfwood was before Chapel took him in. They are hopeful and they care deeply about one another. They have all overcome some darkness or another, and yet at the orphanage they have not only found a family and some sense of belonging, but they have learned to turn around and extend that same love to others.

Wolfwood still has some part of that deep inside of him... and it's Vash who helps him find it again.

Vash isn't so different from these children. He hopes for better things even when he has no way of knowing. He tries to see the best in people, to give them as many chances as possible, to understand them and forgive them.

He does his best to help even when it puts him in danger because something has to be done. Often it seems all his kindness has gotten him is reviled and run out of towns and hunted for both bounty and revenge. But he keeps at it.

It's true he's lost sight of his goals here and there along the way, but at least in the part of his life that we're allowed to see, he's lucky enough to have Wolfwood to bring him back around.

In this way, they've both epitomized the verses above, both reflecting the hope and kindness that is displayed by children even when it comes at the sacrificing of their own bodies, their vengeance, and their egos. Vash has demonstrated this particular aspect of Christlike-ness for Wolfwood, and Wolfwood, in turn, grows to reflect those same traits himself.

But the Biblical parallel doesn't end there. Let me just pull up the verse immediately after the passage quoted above...

If any of you put a stumbling-block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were fastened around your neck and you were drowned in the depth of the sea. - Matthew 18:7, NRSVA translation

Do we have anyone who fits this in the story? Maybe someone who preys on kids, specifically seeking out the most hopeful and protective of them so they can break them down and bend them to his will, drain them of the care they had for others, and turn the best of their traits to be nothing more than tools to be wielded for his own ends?

Anyone?

In conclusion, even God hates Chapel. Tie a giant fucking rock around this man's neck and throw him into the sea and, Biblically speaking, even that's far too good for him.

Nightow knew what he was doing.