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yandereunsolved · 5 months ago

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— ✦ Yandere Targaryens w/ parental reader ✦ —

You do not blame the faults of their foremothers, for they were subjected to prejudice and soul-crushing torment by their forefathers. And for their forefathers you do not weep. You seek to change the damage done to this family—curse from the gods or not. No coin will be flipped. You have it now.

If you knew the consequences of that, then perhaps you would have changed course. Stopped before you started. Never have stepped foot within the palace. But, alas, the gods have a cruel way of punishing you for your well-intended hubris.

Alicent and Rhaenyra, bless their injured souls, cling to you like molasses on the bark of a tree. They drink in your presence like Arbor red. And get just as intoxicated from it. You keep them together, soothe their woes, and tame the growing division inside the family.

It's exhausting. You don't get paid nearly enough. But bringing comfort to the scared children hidden inside every one of them brings you a nearly indescribable joy. They care for you in their odd way. A bit obsessive, perhaps. That is to be expected.

They are so cute with their queerness.

Aegon and Aemond vie for your attention like quarreling dragons. They shove each other and bicker. They undermine the other's authority. All for your love.

Aegon lays in your lap and sobs about his troubles. You tamp his hair down, tamping down his promiscuous habits. He visits whores less often. He's more attentive to his responsibilities. And he, honest to the gods, smiles. A genuine smile. It nearly made you burst into tears the first time you saw it.

Aemond is less demanding, more broody. He is used to being under Aegon's shadow. The child who listens, acts right, and never asks for anything more than he gets. He prefers reading with and/or to you. He stalks you, as if you can't tell. (You always assume you are being followed or watched at one time or another. It's the nature of the job.) By far his favorite pastime is you tending to him in such a tender manner, almost motherly.

Brush his hair. Help him choose his clothes. Compliment his face and coo at how pretty he is.

"A missing eye is nothing of shame. You lived through it. You survived. And you have Vhagar. That proves how strong you are. But even without her, you are worthy. You have worth, more than any gold or gem."

To him you are worth more than his own life. His sword is coated in so much blood he can hardly see the metallic shine. Avenging you from people's grievances. It's the one time where Aegon and he agree. Protect you. Love you. Fight each other about you.

All Helaena asks is to have a modicum of your attention. Your praise. Your approval. You don't see her as some strange, otherworldly cook. You see her as her. You allow her to talk about her special interest, bugs. You don't shame her for stimming or getting overstimulated. You make sure the cooks get her food right every time.

You are truly a godsend. And she does her best to keep you with her at all times. Manipulation, coercion, blackmailing. Those are such vile words. Love is the true word. The only word that describes why and what she does for you.

You, undoubtedly, are the steadfast parental figure Baela and Rhaena have been searching for. Cast out into the seas of life with a ship but no crew, they had not the faintest clue of where to sail. You are their crew, their second mate, their maester. They hang onto your every word as if it is a divine prophecy destined to be true.

You learn how to take care of their hair, similar to Aemond. You show them what little you know about the world. You are their anchor to normalcy. They can brave their storms while you are around. Be themselves. Not nobles or Targaryens, and all the baggage that comes with that.

You do it with Jacaerys and Lucerys. Bastards or not, they are worthy of love and respect. They'll always be Targaryens to you. It runs through their veins. You can tell. As they have the same overprotective and slightly frightening tendencies that the rest of their family has. You watch them spar. You learn the language of their ancestors along with them. You take care of their scrapes and mend their clothes.

You are theirs.

Anyone be damned who tries to take you from them.

˙ . ꒷ 🔪 . 𖦹˙— ˙ . ꒷ 🔪 . 𖦹˙

tags — @bloodytea

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crazylittlejester · 11 months ago

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*kicks down the door, which now has a large dent in it*

Oops.

Since you asked me, I was wondering if you had a specific headcanon you would like to yap about? 🙃

YIPPEE!! Taking this as my opportunity to yap about my headcanons for Time and him being autistic

(my bad for weird spelling errors my phone is glitching)

- I don’t think he understands social cues very well, and this also ties into how I think he’s just oblivious to how fatherly he comes off. He’s very direct and to the point and he says what he means, which doesn’t mean he can’t ever be sarcastic or understand sarcasm, but there’s a difference between saying “oh nooOOOooo my swoOOOrd. I’m DEVASTATED 🙄” and “Oh no. My sword. I’m devastated 😐”. He gets the more obvious sarcasm but the shit that sounds flat and to the point goes right over his head because he doesn’t get why the FUCK you’d say something like that if you didn’t mean it?? He says what he means, and is just very genuine most of the time. He doesn’t see the point in not caring for the people he cares about, and the others all have such bad daddy issues they’re like “okay so he’s my dad now” and Time is just OBLIVIOUS

- Not very good with words at all because he’s terrified people are going to misinterpret what he’s said, so The Shoulder Pat and The Side Hug are his main go to’s for comforting others

- I think he gets overstimulated very easily, noise cancelling headphones would be life saving for him. I headcanon he twitches quite a lot because over the years he’s learned to make his reactions to Bad Noises smaller. He can’t NOT react when the pot is scraped across the kitchen counter, but he’s not full on flinching and covering his ears immediately on a day where he HAS the energy to mask

- Chopping wood has become a good way for him to blow off steam when he gets frustrated and also he likes the sound it makes

- Would definitely stim by rocking back and forth or side to side, or just rolling his head around to “stretch”

- Doesn’t have great control over the tone in his voice when he’s around a lot of people and masking, it comes off as incredibly flat and it gives people the false impression that he’s very down to business and strict. Similarly he doesn’t have the best control of his facial expressions, and a lot of the time he’ll just look like 😐 even though he’s genuinely having the time of his life

- Very sensitive to Textures, that’s why he got to wear his own shit in the war of era and not any kind of ‘uniform’ or army assigned anything that would’ve made him look less like a civilian. Shockingly tho the texture of tree bark is completely fine and when he was younger he’d literally just go run his fingers across the trees as he passed them. Now he probably has a small piece of bark in his pocket

- This one doesn’t really have anything to do with him being autistic but he’s absolutely had to go take a break off in the woods when he’s gotten overstimulated and then come back with a little deer trailing behind him. It’s absolutely a forest spirit in disguise

#jes talks #jes ask #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu mask #lu headcanons

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oldestfriend-invisibly · 5 months ago

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Little 'Pril- Camping

Hello!! This is my first agere fic, based on the series 3 episode 'Camping'. April isn't enjoying the mandatory office camping trip and ends up having a meltdown and regressing (Tiny Baby 'Pril at the end as a treat!!).

Hurt/Comfort, 2.4K words.

Warnings- brief mention of harmful stimming during a meltdown. (It is very brief, but if you wanted to skip it, it's from "April, could you come out here, please?" to 'Ron decided the best course of action was to wait this one out'.)

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April was really not enjoying this camping trip. Truthfully, she was only there because Andy had talked her into going, at least he would be there for her to hang out with. It would be bearable with Andy there. They could make spooky noises outside Leslie’s tent in the middle of the night, and fill Jerry’s sleeping bag up with leaves.

Except Andy wasn’t there. April was stuck outside in the woods, sat on a log with her annoying colleagues, wearing a coat that made a nasty scraping sound whenever she moved her arms to pick at the bark of the log she was sitting on, and Andy wasn’t there.

She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the overwhelming frustration bubbling up within her so she could focus on Leslie, who was currently desperately badgering them for ideas on how to follow up the Harvest Festival. But it was hard to focus on Leslie over the off-putting freshnes of the air, and the incessant noise of that stream flowing somewhere nearby, and the small voice in her head repeating over and over that she didn’t wanna be here!

“April?” The girl's head whipped upwards to see Leslie peering down at her expectantly. Assuming the older woman wanted her input, April simply mumbled-

“Didn’t come up with anything.”

“Why?”

“Because,” April started snapping, before shrinking back into herself under Leslie’s scrutinising glare. “Whatever we come up with isn’t gonna be good enough anyway. We’re just gonna go with your idea.” She kept her gaze fixed on her lap, too overwhelmed to meet Leslie’s eyes.

A low murmur of agreement made its way round the circle. That was slightly reassuring, at least. She sucked in another deep breath, telling herself that maybe she’d manage not to curl into a ball and scream, or violently murder one of her colleagues before Andy arrived after all. But then-

“I’m really disappointed in all of you.”

Leslie then added something about taking an hour to clear their heads, but April had stopped listening. Being stuck in the woods, in nature which she hated? She could maybe cope with; gritting her teeth and wincing whenever she moved and her coat made that horrid sound. Being there without Andy? With the promise that he was on his way and would soon be there for her to curl up against and pretend she was back at home; she could just about handle. And if it weren’t for the decidedly awful day she was already having, April would’ve been able to withstand Leslie’s disappointment.

Finally looking up, she met Leslie’s eyes, which reflected all of the disappointment in her voice, with her own that were now welling up with tears. April really needed to go home now. Home wasn’t an option, however, so she took the next most immediate solution that pushed its way through the loudness in her head. She stood up off of the log, and almost tripped over it in her haste to turn around and get away. The group watched, stunned, as the girl stormed off into the trees behind them, a sound somewhere between a strangled sob and a scream leaving her.

After a moment of silence, Ron stood up with a sigh. “Well, one of us should probably follow after her.” Despite the open statement, there was an unspoken knowledge that he was the one who always followed after the girl in moments like this.

So, Ron stepped out of the circle, and before he started off in the direction April had fled in, he quickly went over to the car, picking up the bag he knew had been stashed in the trunk.

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In her search for somewhere to hide, April had squeezed her way into the remnants of some Boy Scout group’s stick fort. She was sitting with her legs crossed though she shifted restlessly, trying to work out some of the frustration that seemed to buzz inside of her. She picked up a few twigs, snapped them in two, and threw the pieces back on the ground like they had personally offended her. April imagined each twig she snapped and discarded was another of her stupid annoying coworkers who were stopping her from going home. The coat had been torn off somewhere near the fort’s entrance, and she was really hoping a raccoon or something would steal it and she’d never have to see it ever again.

Even with the coat gone, April’s head was still much too noisy. She felt angry, and frustrated, and sad, and guilty, and lonely all at the same time, and the girl wasn’t anywhere near big enough to handle it all by herself.

April let out another cry, which did nothing to lessen ever-growing heaviness in her chest as her fifth call in a row to Andy failed to connect. Why couldn’t Andy just be here already! Stupid stupid stupid phone!

Her eyes filled with tears once again, and she threw the phone as hard and far as she could, not looking up to see where it landed. In the haze of her meltdown, April didn’t register the cracking of twigs indicating someone approaching the fort.

“Careful you don’t break that thing, it keeps you from doing your job properly, I appreciate that.” Ron squatted down awkwardly in front of the two logs serving as the doorway, debating how he could climb through, if necessary, whilst making as little of a fool of himself as possible. He peered inside to see the little girl, who now held her knees tight against her chests and was chewing on the end of one of her braids.

“Go ‘way” April huffed angrily, though her voice wavered, bordering on a whine and muffled by her hair.

“April, could you come out here, please?”

Why did he not understand? Unless he was here with Andy, or with news of Andy, or to take her home, she wanted him to leave her alone.

“No! Go ‘way. Go ‘way!”, she repeated, though this time some of her tears began to fall, and she buried her face in her knees in an attempt to dampen the sob she could no longer contain. Her frustration finally bubbled over and she lifted her head momentarily, only to bring it back, hitting it against the tree behind her.

“Ok, nope”, Ron decided he couldn’t wait any longer to intervene. His prior concerns about looking like a fool were disregarded when he noticed April’s eyes were now screwed shut as more tears escaped in ribbons down her cheeks.

Not wanting to startle the girl and overwhelm her further, Ron began to shush gently so she knew he was there, before placing a firm hand between April’s head and the tree. Hand now cupping the back of her head, he guided the little one to rest against him.

“Let’s take this out, hm?”. April whined as the braid was pried from her mouth, instantly replacing it with her thumb. Ron winced inwardly, knowing the little one’s hands probably weren’t clean. However, with her being as worked up as she currently was, he wanted to minimise further upset, deciding he’d swap her thumb out for her pacifier once she calmed down.

“Can you tell me what’s going on, April?”. He winced as the girl frantically shook her head, “Noooo!”, and began to cry heavier. She started hitting her head again, though this time against the soft barrier of Ron’s chest, and with much less vigour as her energy had clearly started to wane.

Ron decided the best course of action was to wait this one out, though he figured could still try to help her calm down on her own. He reached back with the hand that wasn’t rubbing up and down the small girl’s arm and managed to unzip the bag he’d brought with him. From the bag, he retrieved a slightly worn dog plush. He offered it to April, who grabbed it with trembling fingers, and pressed the fuzzy material of the dog’s ear against her cheek.

Now, with the secure pressure of Ron’s arms and the familiar soothing fabric of her stuffy, the weight in April’s chest and the noise in her head started to fade. Having noticed the girl’s overwhelmed whines slowing, and feeling her tense body finally relax into his arms, Ron hummed, once again wanting to avoid startling April when he made his next move. Carefully, he straightened up, shifting April up from where she had been resting against him.

“Good girl, there you are.” Watery brown eyes briefly met his once he swept April’s fringe back into place. “Think you’re ready to let me know what’s going on?” he softly pried, and had to hide his surprise when the girl nodded.

“Wanna go home. Want Andy but Andy not here, an’ Leslie angry at us.” April’s eyes began to water again, but Ron just kept running his hand in calming motions up and down her arm and let her carry on. “An’ coat an’ stream make bad noises an’ make head hurt an’ feel yucky. Hate forest without Andy, an’ wanna go home”.

“Thank you for telling me, April. Good Girl.” he praised, knowing April rarely articulated her feelings so clearly when regressed and overwhelmed.

Now that April had calmed, Ron gently pulled her thumb from her mouth, and instead offered her the black bat pacifier he had retrieved from the bag. Although April wasn’t currently as little as she usually was when it came to using her pacifier, she immediately accepted the comfort it brought.

“Do you think you’re ready to head back? We can talk to Leslie about making sure she isn’t angry with you. We can also see about having someone drive to pick up Andy and get him here quicker, and if that isn’t possible, we can then look at getting you home. Does that sound alright?”

“Yeah. Alright. Can stay here for a bit first though?” Despite the pain in his back begging him to insist otherwise, Ron couldn’t deny the girl a moment more peace and quiet, especially after the day she’d had.

Once again huddled in Ron’s arms, though this time much more relaxed, April fully felt the stress and tension of the day slip away. The promise that they’d help her see Andy sooner made her smile, and she hummed contentedly. After a few more minutes, the girl’s breath finally evened out fully, and she felt ready to head back to the others.

Ron deliberately played up his struggle clambering out of the fort, which had the girl in a fit of giggles before she expertly climbed out after him.

Taking her hand in his, Ron led April back to the campsite, stopping along the way to pick up her phone, and the coat (which April was annoyed to see hadn’t been taken away by any wildlife).

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Later that evening, curled up against Andy’s side, wrapped in her blanket with her dog and her pacifier, April decided she didn’t hate camping so much after all. The night was cloudy, so she couldn’t see the stars. She’d tried to explain to the others why they freaked her out so much, but she could tell they were just nodding in support.

The warmth of the campfire burning in front of her wrapped around her. The light conversation of the others huddled around the fire washed over her soothingly, though she made little effort to tune into anything being said.

The little one had clung to Andy’s side almost exclusively since he’d finally arrived, babbling to him about how silly Ron had looked trying to climb out of the stick fort. However, once the excitement of Andy arriving had worn off, and the group as a whole had decided to light a fire and chill out for the evening, April let herself drop fully.

She was so exhausted from the intense emotions and the meltdown she’d experienced that day, but now everything was finally ok again. Leslie had assured April that she definitely was not disappointed in her, and had even admitted that she didn’t have any ideas either. Ann had poured some of the hot chocolate she made into a sippy cup for the girl, which now sat warmly in her stomach.

April stretched, letting out a contented squeak as she yawned and settled back against Andy’s side, her eyes starting to flutter closed. A series of awws and coos echoed around the circle.

“Andy, I think it’s time we get April into her sleeping bag for the night. You wanna come too, or stay out here, Buddy?” Ann spoke softly. Andy, who had also regressed when sat around the campfire, though wasn’t as young as April, shook his head with a grin, melted marshmallow stuck to his cheeks.

“No, I wanna stay here. I wanna eat more marshmallows!” Ann smiled, shaking her head as she chuckled.

“Sure thing, Sweetie. Think you could help me carry her to bed first?” Another enthusiastic nod from Andy who scooped the younger girl up with an adorable level of care and followed Ann towards their tent.

“Thank you so much, Buddy.” Ann said, starting to manoeuvre the exhausted girl into her sleeping bag. She inwardly thanked God that April hadn’t made a fuss at being separated from Andy, though she supposed the girl was just too little and too sleepy to care now.

Andy saluted to Ann, and then leant down to kiss April on the cheek. “G’night, Pril” Andy whispered.

“Nunight”, the sleepy girl replied, slightly garbled around her pacifier.

Straightening up, Ann turned to Andy. “Only two more marshmallows, okay Andy?” The boy nodded again, and bounded out of the tent. Ann carefully wiped April’s face clean from where Andy had gotten sticky melted marshmallow on her, and then gently undid the plaits in April’s hair.

The feeling of Ann’s fingers running through her now slightly wavy hair brought another contented noise out of the little one. She brought her soft blanket up to her face, tucking her dog plushy in against her cheek, and let the soothing motions of Ann’s fingers and the older woman’s low humming drag her down into sleep.

Before she was fully claimed by dreaming, she mumbled to Ann, unsure if the words were intelligible around the pacifier and muffled by her blankie- “like campin’ now.”

April was fast asleep before she could hear if Ann replied.

#I had so much fun writing this #'Camping' is one of my favourite Little April episodes (hence my icon)#her little plaits :((#parks and rec agere #fandom agere #little! April Ludgate #parks and recreation agere #mine #cg! ron swanson

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puzzled-pegasus · 1 year ago

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On the ADHD demigods' stim habits (headcanon list)

Percy

He talks and mutters to himself a lot and he also paces around his cabin

Restless Leg(TM)

He used to chew on things a lot but adults told him that he was Not Allowed to bite pencils or shirt sleeves or paper or anything so his outlet is mostly snacks, chewy candy is the best for this

Someone get him a seashell chewy necklace please

Oh you know what they should have stim toys at the CHB gift shop for all the ADHD kiddos

He also probably cracks his knuckles and joints a lot

He hums when there's a song stuck in his head and it's really annoying but he can't really stop it cause he doesn't notice until someone gets mad at him and then hes like ??

Annabeth

Annabeth tends to chew up her pencils a lot

She also compulsively daydreams and builds designs of buildings in her head and reviews lists of stuff she wants to remember

She finds herself doing random math while she's supposed to be paying attention. Like if someone is telling her something and her brain drifts off more often than not she's looking at something around and being like "let me just calculate how many bricks are probably in that stack over there" or "hmm i wonder how many gallons of water are in the canoe lake"

She also gets distracted if there's any other social interactions of people around her and she just people watches and makes inferences about what people are feeling and whats going on in their lives

Also she chews her hair and sometimes puts little braids in it

She picks at her skin too a lot and sometimes pulls out strands of hair

Piper

Piper flaps her hands a lot especially when she's excited

She flips and braids her hair too

If she has feathers on her she will sometimes take it out if she's bored and either preen it with her fingers or use it to tickle someone to annoy them

She sings a lot but mostly to herself and sometimes she can be heard humming or softly singing without noticing

If she has any kind of paper available, like notebook paper or napkins or maybe candy or gum wrappers, sometimes she'll make little origami things

She also picks at her nails quite a bit

Leo

Leo has the most stims that he's unable to mask, as we know already.

He taps on surfaces and messes with his clothing a lot

He also whistles sometimes which can get annoying to people around him so he tries not to do that but if he's alone or really concentrating on something he will

He will also play with pretty much anything he finds on the ground like paper clips and those office clamp things and he'll take apart mechanical pencils and pens and put them back together and if he finds a tack or a safety pin or something there's a 90 percent chance he'll stab it through the skin of his finger(s)

If he's outside he'll pick up leaves and flowers and shred them or pick up sticks and break them

He was also probably one of those kids who would put glue on his hands so he could peel it off

Jason

i wasnt sure if Jason had ADHD but I looked it up and it said he did so oh well lol

Hes like. Freakily good at masking stims and it kinda creeps everyone out especially the CHB demigods

BUT he still has them

He have the restless leg

He also does like random stretching sometimes

When he's standing in one place for a while he kinda stands on one leg or bounces his heels

Sometimes he'll pick up objects from the ground or something and play with it like Leo does, especially if he's outside and there's like rocks or something

He does a similar thing to Annabeth too but instead of math he'll try to identify any animal noises or animals he sees like birds in the sky or like if he hears a dog bark he'll try to figure out what kind of dog

Hazel

Hazel's stims are the least obvious but they are definitely there.

If she has a view of outside she will gaze out of the window or look around her and figure out how many types of trees or whatever that she can see

She will also mess with the seams or edges of her clothing

If she has paper around she'll draw horses or other animals or sometimes people or she'll practice her cursive letters and make them fancy

She picks at her skin and her hair as well

Frank

Frank does not have ADHD. He sits there quietly and everyone thinks hes weird. Sometimes he gets wiggly if he's nervous but otherwise nah

#heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo #hoo #the seven demigods

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