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iintervallum · 11 days

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Sometimes I think about how the dndads cast should be on tumblr, with them having a subreddit(you know how they can be) and dndadstwt being like 10 people, tumblr would be the perfect place for them to see more of the fandom, if they wish to that is. Since quite a lot of people on here are way less honed in on negativity than reddit and twitter.

My edit of this is getting long lol so I'm putting it under a cut

Especially reddit, the people on there honestly I think just get too attached to a specific format or way of doing things, its a common pattern in any long running show fandoms i've been in where its reddit that constantly complains about the "good ol' days" and hate any new changes made. I would sometimes drop in and just see a lot of Scary hate at times, or people getting very irritated with the rule breaking, or just complaining that they're "forcing" the humor. I saw a post like that when i just started s2 and that couldnt have been more incorrect (yeah the piss jokes got a bit much but every other part was golden!...pun not intended)

There were absolutely points where I felt my interest wanning, but I think people would get pretty vicious about it and make a lot of mean spirited accusations. Like if anything the things I really enjoyed about this season was how different it was to s1, the contrast was really nice and i liked a lot of the story choices made, i still think about the apollo four teens and the fucking goof realm episodes, they were amazing. Which is why I remember thinking it was odd that they suddenly started involving the dads from s1 more, but knowing now that Anthony was struggling with people not liking this season as much it makes perfect sense.

Idk if it were just me, but i liked the earlier parts of the season for how the teens were still kind of discovering more about themselves and through gathering each anchor, learning more that their parents are people too, with their own fuck ups revealed and the teens have to clean up after them, so having it shift to be about Willy again was a little odd if i'm being honest(I didnt hate it but a repeat villian is hard to do, and for what its worth i think Willy did get the end he deserved and i loved the finale).

Funnily, in its own way it fits the theme of being a teenager and having to live up to your parents expectations. In a meta sense this being the successor to the first season and it being awkward at points and having issues with its identity is very fitting and just like how teenhood actually is.

I've gotten off topic but my point is fandom is just fandom, and letting it influence the way creators can view their own work is an interesting side effect of the internet and the way we navigate with the media we enjoy or hate. And spaces like reddit are grown in a way to encourage more brutally critical ways of analysing media which has very little consideration for the creator. By no means am I saying that the creators of things should be coddled, heck I literally airing my own annoyances with the podcast in space where i'm uplifting the positivity of tumblr over those spaces lol. I just mean that seeing the more genuine side of the fanbase would be more of a better time for them.

EDIT: (I just phrased things better, fixed the spelling and grammer errors and added more thoughts) The more I ruminate on this the more I think that it would honestly be a good idea. Like I do get the base worry of being too close to the more intense side of the fandom, as people on here are unafraid to gush about the show in ways that can be a little much and theres parasociality and all that jazz.

But it would be really good at least to see some actual genuine positivity, so many people provide their thoughtful meta and theories that even if widely off base are just interesting to read through because of how various different people see themselves in the characters they play. And even the critiques people give are not unkind, they come from a place of wanting to understand the choices made better.

I mentioned this in the old version of this post but having a blacklisted tag that only the people who don't wish their post to be seen by the cast use, something along the lines like how the magnus archives fandom has "do not archive", would be a very useful tool to create a barrier in the fanbase. I know i'm someone who feels very nervous about creators seeing the posts I make. Something like "not safe for dads" could work well or any other joke or pun about it being hidden. I doubt it would be filled with discourse or whatever it would mainly be people hornyposting since i know fandom well enough lol.

#aster.txt #dndads #dungeons and daddies #i think people understandably may not want the creators of things here because it's very fandomy #and that sort of known idea that the creator could be seeing what you post can make people be less honest #at least i never feel comfortable with the creators seeing my posts about things i get shy over it #like idk it's embarrassing lol: they know now how much i enjoy the thing they make #I've edited the post!#Please reblog this version instead its more comphrehensive to my actual thoughts #that arent just a half assed post i put randomly in the main tag #dungeons and daddies podcast #fandom commentary

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woncherie · 1 year

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hello!! it took me a bit more than a week to post part 2 of my fic, im so glad i got so many nice comments on my previous part :(( yall made me so happy omg i hope you enjoy this part too.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, ass play. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.4k

what have i done? you were currently turning and tossing yourself around your bed, trying to proceeds yesterdays events, burying your head into your pillow. what have i done?? you always wanted to press a pillow onto your head until you couldnt breath anymore, why not do it now? This would definitely be a better opportunity than go to your lectures right now and get yourself killed by a certain violet haired man.

how did you even get this confident? you tried to blame everything to the alcohol you drank yesterday, your head hurting in approval. sober you would've never done that this smoothly.

you were a bit proud of yourself though. you showed him who the boss was, even if it was just for a night. maybe, just maybe, he will leave you alone now?

curiosity took over you and you grabbed your phone, opening your gallery quickly, being greeted with a very special photo you took the night before.

scaramouche right before you on the screen, eyes teary, mouth wide open with your spit on his tongue, waiting patiently like a good boy. you could clearly see the bulge he had in his pants, grinding steadily against your leg. you can still feel the way he grinded himself on your thigh, and just thinking about the night before made your mouth water and pussy clench. for fucks sake. he really was gorgeous like this.

your timer went off again, reminding you that you should be leaving your bed and getting ready, and the urge to just turn it off completely was very high, but you decided to fight these feelings and stand up slowly instead. you cant hide forever. at some point you will have to meet him again. you aint no pussy.

your head was still hurting like a bitch, but you tried to ignore it. you took a quick shower to get rid of the remaining alcohol and cigarette smell you had on your body and hair, stepping out of the shower and drying your hair properly before changing into you clothes.

after a few minutes you heard your doorbell ring, so you walked up to the door and opened it for a certain blonde guy who stood in your doorframe.

"morning." albedo said in his typical monotonous voice, carrying two small bags with breakfast for the both of you to eat on your way to uni.

"you are absolutely saving my ass."

"my specialty" he answered, handing you your sandwich after you put on your shoes and closed the door behind yourself. you could see that he also wasn't feeling too well right now, still hungover from the day before. but you werent feeling one ounce better.

on your way to uni, you kept thinking about the night before. you have absolutely no idea how you ended up like this. this definitely wasnt your first sexual experience, and you do get your fair share of fun every now and then, but you have never been this controlling over anybody, but fuck, did it feel amazing.

"are you feeling alright?" you heard albedo ask next to you, looking at you through his glasses. he must've noticed that you were sunk in thoughts. "huh? yeah. was just thinking about the party yesterday, my head hurts like a bitch. how did i even get home?"

the intelligent man next to you smiled a bit against his cup of coffee. "apparently yanfei brought us home, we certainly did drink a lot yesterday. she really is a responsible person. need to thank h..."

you werent really listening to him anymore. its not that you couldnt, your mind was just racing right now. does he know what happened? you asked yourself. scaramouche and you werent really in a private area yesterday. did anyone see us?

"wow, y/n, you really seem to be lost in thoughts. care to share?"

you instantly moved your head to him, looking at him with wide eyes before coughing a bit and shaking your head. "im sorry, im just.. really tired, thats all."

"Well, at least we dont have many lectures today. you can go back home quickly and nap some more." he worried about you. albedo always cared about you, just like you cared about him. it was a really nice friendship you two had, but you just didnt feel like telling him anything. he would beat your ass once you told him what you did.

after a few minutes of a silent walk, you arrived at the campus. you threw your empty wrappers away and headed straight to the lecture hall, your heart beating faster and faster with every step you took. fuck. he's gonna kill you.

you opened the door to the lecture hall, letting albedo enter first before following him into the room. it was quite full already, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd. you easily spotted childe, columbina and dottore, their unusual and fancy clothes catching your eyes quickly. but no scaramouche yet.

you sat down with albedo somewhere in the back of the hall, hiding from the view of others. well, that was your goal at least. you expected a furious little man to storm into the room and peel your skin of alive of your body, but.. he never came?

you heard the girls in the row in front of you talk and couldnt help but listen to their conversation.

"Scara is not here yet.."

"Yeah of course. did you see how he hit the bottle yesterday? couldnt stop drinking, especially at the end."

"he seemed a bit anxious, im worried.."

"nah. probably just couldnt tolerate the weed properly."

The first girl really seemed to be concerned about him, and you couldnt help but suppress a gag at her attitude. just wanted to get into his pants. oh if she knew.

at some point the professor came into the hall and started the lecture without scaramouche joining the class, and you sighed in relieve. you were save, at least for now.

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You didnt have a lot of lectures today, so you went back home rather quickly that day. albedo joined you once again, and you two walked into your apartment, immediately throwing yourself onto your bed. it wasnt just your head hurting like a bitch, albedo also felt really exhausted, so no one was surprised when you both just fell asleep right then and there.

after a few hours you opened your eyes again, a snoring blonde still sleeping next to you and your head still woozy from the nap you took. you noticed how your stomach grumbled and stood up slowly, going into the small kitchen that your 25 m² apartment had to wash your face.

you didnt wake albedo up yet, letting him sleep his hangover away. instead, you started making some food for the both of you. you didnt have a lot of food in your fridge. of course not, you are a busy student in their last year, all you survive off is noodles and toast.

you really were hungry, and a normal sandwich wouldnt make anyone of you two feel satisfied, so you decided to make some pasta with tomato sauce. simple and easy.

while cooking, your thoughts wandered once again to the night before, but before you could form any proper thoughts, your phone lighted up. you dried your hands and took a look at it. a new message from.. unknown number?

+76 628 ×××××××: delete the picture.

...oh. it wasn't hard to guess who this message is from. your stomach dropped a bit and you gulped, your heart beating a tiny bit faster.

you: where do you have my number from?

its not a perfect reply to him, but at least you had a few minutes time to collect yourself and not be this nervous anymore. he's not here right now. he can't do anything to you. you are save. you saved his number into your phone.

scaramouche: ask me something more difficult next time.

scaramouche: delete. this. picture.

you licked your lips, stirring the food on the stove before it might burn, collecting your thoughts. he's not here right now. you can do whatever you want.

you took another look at the picture you took of him, smirking, unable to control or suppress it.

you: no.

it didn't take him long to answer, probably being active on his phone to reply to you as fast as possible.

scaramouche: im gonna fucking end you myself.

at this point you were used to his threats. wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last time it'll happen. every time you fucked up a lab report, a presentation or anything college related that might affect him negatively, you got tripped, your property destroyed and a few insults thrown at you. it was nothing new.

you: *attached image*

you: oh look how adorable you look. wish you'd always be this much of a good boy for me. my spit suits you.

you heard a few broken and hurtful moans at the other end of the room, so you looked up from your phone. albedo woke up and streched himself, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes open.

"..morn'ng" he mumbled, and you put your phone back into your back pocket. "its not quite morning, albedo." you answered while he tried to get used to the light that shined in your room. he took a look outside of your window and saw how dark it was. "what time is it?"

"7:16 pm" you answered while you set the table for the both of you. "made some food."

you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you bit your lip from the inside in response. it was scaramouche again, but you couldnt check your phone now. albedo would ask, and you didnt feel like telling him anything.

"thank you, really sweet of you." albedo said before excusing himself into the small bathroom you had. your apartment really was small, but that was all you could afford with your part time job.

the second albedo closed the door you had your phone in your hand again, checking the message you got.

scaramouche: ...

scaramouche: dont do this now..

scaramouche: delete the pic. fucking bitch

you giggled a bit at his reply, quickly typing in your reply.

you: i really love coffee, do you know that? why dont you bring me one tomorrow and ill think about it.

scaramouche: you cant be forreal now.

you didnt answer him anymore, putting your phone away and finish setting the table before putting some food into albedos and your plate, right before he came back from the bathroom. you hoped he didnt notice your more-than-usual happy mood, nor the slightly red blush in your face.

"washed ur hands?" you asked.

"no, ew." he answered jokingly, finally awake again. you just laughed at his reply before you both sat down and ate together.

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the next day you were even excited to go to uni. you felt completely different than the day before. there is absolutely no way scaramouche will do anything to annoy you, too afraid of you to post the picture.

last night, you thought a bit. would you really post a picture of scaramouche on your lap, horny and full of your spit? probably not. you wouldnt have the balls to post it. but scaring him? oh yes. you like this. you let him believe you would do it. maybe he will stop bullying you now in uni? that would be too good to be true.

you ate your breakfast on the way to uni. albedo left later the night before, and you agreed with him to meet up on campus right before the lecture started.

"hey!" you could hear someone say behind you rather aggressively, and you looked behind you before slowly standing still. of course it was your favourite indigo haired man.

you could tell by the look on his face that he'd be everywhere else than here, in front of you, with a fucking coffee in his hand that he might throw all over your face and hair (like it happened quite a few times already.)

but instead of humiliating you, he passed you the coffee while biting his lip furiously, trying not to burst out in a tide of various creative insults.

"well that was easy." you said mockingly, looking down on the cup he handed you. it was warm and looked good. you opened the lid of the paper cup, checking the content.

cappuccino and... spit.

"thanks for that i guess." you chuckle and looked at him again, his face completely red from embarrassment and shame. how did he fall so low to bring you coffee?

"you know what to do now." he demanded, but you only shaked your head. "dont feel like it. you are being really nice to me. i guess ill keep the picture for a few more weeks."

you started walking away slowly, heading to uni, but scaramouche didnt let you go this easily, following you like a desperate man. he knew you wouldnt delete his fucking downfall of a photo just like that.

"i said, delete. the. picture. you will fucking regret this." he threatened you again, but you acted unbothered and took a sip of the cup. you could feel scaramouche cringe next to you, weirded out by you drinking the mixture in the paper cup. "you were humping my leg like a bitch in heat, im not grossed out by a bit of your spit."

"DONT SAY THIS out loud" he yelled at you at the beginning but then lowered his voice, noticing how people around the both of you are looking over. "please." he then said defeated. "just tell me what you want and ill fucking give it to you. why do you wanna ruin my reputation this badly?"

you couldnt help but roll your eyes and continue walking. after all these months and years of him humiliating and bullying you, he dares to ask you for something like that? how bold.

"just write the next lap report for our project like a good boy and the picture will be save with me." the violett haired man next to you blushed at the weird compliment you gave him but tried to hide his face in his jacket. cute.

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getting close to campus, scaramouche stopped following you like a lost kid and instead turned into another street. he really didnt feel like being seen on campus with you.

when you arrived, you already saw albedo standing near the building, and you smiled at him while walking to him. you threw the coffee away before hugging him. "morning."

"morning. didnt like your drink?" he pointed out the drink you threw away while still being half full.

"yeah, the barista fucked it up i guess." you lied while heading into the lecture room. poor albedo, you've been so insincere to him the past few days. you did feel bad, but you already knew about the lecture he will give you once he'll find out.

the room was only half as full as yesterday, todays course only taking in half as many students as yesterdays. but of course a special bully is still sitting in the crowd. you could feel the eyes of him following you on your way to the back rows, but you tried to ignore him.

scaramouche was sitting in the middle of his friend group at the front of the hall, everyone but him happily talking and laughing. he just sat there and sulked angrily, scribbling on his tablet.

you sat down with albedo next to yanfei, and she smiled and started some small talk with the both of you (you didnt actually listen to what she said) until the professor came and started his lecture.

"hey, y/n?" albedo asked you in a low voice, trying to not bother anyone around them during the lecture.

"yeah?"

"wanna head to the library later today? i have a few things to study for and protocolls to prepare"

you looked at the professor but nodded at albedo, thinking it was a good idea. you'd probably still do the lab protocols that you just told scaramouche to do, unsure if he will do them himself. you didnt feel like failing classes just because he didnt hand in the work you both were supposed to do. "sounds like a plan."

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you were currently heads deep reading into a few books which laid on the table, albedo sitting in front of you with the exact same book, trying to answer the questions on the reports. "..identity test and purity test of lidocaine hydrochloride?"

you were both searching for the answers in the books that laid all over the wide library table, but no answers. you sighed defeatedly, not even trying to be silent.

it was pretty late at night, 10:37 pm the watch on the wall told you, and you still werent done yet. it felt like you two were the only people in here, everyone else already left. if you two wouldve been more productive, you'd be done by now too, but instead you decided to spend extra time in the cafeteria to talk about anything and everything.

you rubbed your eyes before closing the book, standing up and stretching yourself while your blonde best friend followed you with his eyes. "im trying to find a better book. ill be back in a few minutes."

he nodded and you headed to the tons shelves, getting lost in different publications and works by different authors. you needed to walk quite a while to arrive at the section you needed, putting the old book back into the rack, your eyes scanning the book spines, trying to find a better one.

but between the publications and books, of course, you saw a special pair of indigo eyes and hair on the other side of the shelves. you couldnt think straight, and before you realized it yourself, you headed to the section where your favourite bully was standing.

a book in his hand, eyes buried deep into the book before he looked up with them, seeing your face and rolling his eyes immediately. "how the fuck are you everywhere?" scaramouche asked you.

"i should be asking you this." you answered and leaned against the shelf. "first time that i see you in here. what are you doing?"

scaramouche closed the book and put it back where he got it from. "writing my lab report. last time you told me to do it, didnt you?"

wow. you were surprised that he actually was doing his share in the project. and that he just said a whole sentence without cussing you out. you felt proud of him.

"thank you, i guess." you say, scratching your head, but scaramouche immediately turned back to you and grabbed your arm, pressing you into the shelf with full force.

"if you really feel thankful, maybe think about deleting the picture from two days ago, you fucking bitch." he spat in your face.

oh wow. welcome back, old scaramouche.

a special thought appeared in your head, and you looked at him with a small grin plastered on your lips. he just looked at you confused.

"the fuck is so funny about this?" he spat again, and your grin started growing on your face. "dont feel like it.", you answered, "but i can maybe thank you differently." you moved your leg between his, lifting it to meet his crotch softly.

scaramouche gasped quickly, probably from shock, and he let your hand go. it was an easy opportunity to shove him away from you, now you being the one to press him against the reck of books, caging him in with your hands.

you could easily see the pure flustered shock on his face, eyes wide open and face tinted in red, and you enjoyed it.

"not so bold now, are you?" you asked him, getting closer to his neck and pressing a few light kisses on them. you could feel him inhale in shock, holding his breath in and biting his lip as you attacked his neck with bites and kisses. "we can continue off from where we stopped last time?"

scaramouche felt like he was on fire, body moving on his own once again. he used your thigh to get himself off, getting hard embarrassingly quick. "see, you seem to like it?" you whispered in his ear, but all he could do was bite his lips and trying to stay silent.

yes, the library wasnt full, but it wasnt completely empty either. he didnt want anyones attention on the two of you, so he tried his best to stay silent.

you didnt appreciate this behaviour though, and pinched his ass from behind, a gasp leaving his mouth louder than he intended to.

you let go off him for a second, grabbing his small waist to turn him around, his chest pressing against the books and yours against his back. he looked back at you with wide eyes, visibly shocked. "what are u-" he started his sentence, but your hand on his boner made him lose his train of thoughts.

you opened his pants and slid in with your right hand, playing with the hem of his boxers. "st..stop this, not here.." he mumbled aroused, his pleas not sounding too serious. he didnt wanna stop now, he started to feel incredibly good again. how are you doing that to him?

your hand grabbed his dick, pumping it twice in his pants and scaramouche let his head fall back in his neck, a silent moan leaving his lips. fuck, your hands were cold, but they felt so good on his body.

but how can he believe you would get him off this easily? you giggled silently while watching him enjoy himself before taking your hand back again and kneeling behind him.

he started to get really frustrated with your behaviour and tried to glare back to you, but when he saw you on your knees behind him, face right near his ass, his eyes widened in shock (once again.)

"what are you doing?" he asked you. you didnt answer him though. all you did was pull his pants and boxers down, here, right in the middle of a library between a thousands of books.

the cold air hitting his skin made him shudder, his face turning left and right, trying to check if anyone was close. if anyone would catch you two in here, he'd absolutely go apeshit.

"ever got your asshole licked, scara?" you asked him, and your direct way of asking him made his whole face flush red. "what the fuck are you on again??" he asked, but you didnt answer once again.

you spat in your hand and moved it back to his dick, stroking him a few times to get him more obedient again. his eyes closed in shame and lust as he rutted into your hand, biting down on his hand to stay silent.

you, once again, let go of him, but this time you decided to play with his backside, massaging his ass and getting him more riled up. after a few seconds you used one of your wet fingers to get close to his hole, circling it with spit to get it wet. the moan scaramouche let out in that moment was godlike.

fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. more of his angelic voice. you can't deny that his means and whimpers do something to you, your panties getting a bit wet, heart beating faster.

you couldnt control yourself anymore and grabbed his waist, pulling him close to your face and holding him in place while you devoured him right then and there, tongue circling his hole, moving up and down close to his balls.

scaramouche felt weird, scaramouche felt good. he never felt something like this, his body never felt this good. you didnt even need to hold him down anymore, he was drunk on the pleasure, shoving his cute ass right into your face, chasing the pleasure.

he tried to stabilize himself on the shelf with his hands, head falling back into his neck and tears pooling in his eyes, so close to spilling. usually he was the one pleasuring others, and being on the receiving side this time makes him feel so small and incredibly good. he can't think of a day where he felt like this with another person pleasuring him.

he couldnt help but choke onto air, not a single word coming out of his mouth other than silent whines, tears and mewls of pleasure, so close to cumming.

at some point you switched to your fingers, a spit covered one circling his hole before slowly pushing in, and scaramouche became putty in your hands.

you took your phone from your pocket and opened your camera in one swift motion, but this time you gave the tall man in front of you some time to react.

"say cheese.." you said, and scaramouche turned his head back to you, cheeks red and wet from his tears, lip swollen, tongue out and eyes big. but he didnt care, fuck he really didnt care right now. all he needed was this pleasure that you gave him, so he just looked in the camera with angry eyes which made him look just so much more adorable. just take those stupid pics. he thought.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

oh. you completely forgot that you werent alone in the library, albedos voice somewhere near you and scaramouche. you both immediately jumped up, you on your feet and scaramouche crouching, pulling his pants up, both of your eyes wide in shock and fear.

scaramouche knew that if anyone would see you two here it wouldve been easy to guess what you did, so he pulled his pants up rather poorly and jumped away from the other side of the aisle to the other direction from where albedo came from.

fucking hell. he got blue balled once again.

"im here." you said after fixing your clothes, taking any book from the shelves and opening any page, trying to look busy as albedo walked into the aisle. it was so hard for you to contain your smirk after what you just did, but you tried your best. "i was just wondering what took you so long." he asked, fixing his glasses on his nose. "i already have the solution, we're done for today."

"oh god thank you."

"wanna get some food?"

"yes please, i was just getting tired of being here." you said and put the book away, scaramouche a few aisle away from you, listening to your conversation, hiding his face in his hands.

how did you wrap him around your finger once again?

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NYAHAHAHA hello i hope you liked part 2!! i feel like i did a bad job overall but whatever take it as it is <3 im sorry it took so long.. part 3 maybe?? yes or no??

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pastanest · 1 year

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A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️

Daryl x Short!Reader

- let’s start with how you met

- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him

- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you

- so there you were, staring up at him

- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him

“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.

“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.

- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height

- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off

- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.

“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”

- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass

“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”

- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”

- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness

- in response, you rolled your eyes

“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”

- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh

“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.

“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.

- and so your friendship was established

- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid

- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you

- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds

- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted

- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that

- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass

- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off

- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations

- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned

- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted

“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.

“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”

- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?

- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side

“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”

- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully

“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried

“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.

“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“

He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.

“Ain’ much t’ handle.”

- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were

“Was that...a short joke?”

- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried

- but then, you burst out laughing

- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height

- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that

“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He’d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.

“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.

“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.

“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.

“If ya can reach.”

And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”

“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.

“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.

- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you

“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.

Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.

“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”

- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”

- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames

“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”

“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”

“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”

- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired

- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining

- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height

- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish

- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability

- and Daryl would be there in an instant

“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.

“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.

And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.

You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.

And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.

“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.

“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.

You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

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redr0sewrites · 9 months

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HEY!

So, I really liked your two Aaravis fics, and I have an idea/request. You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it of course.

So there is that dark mark on Aaravos's chest. And we know that it became dark after his imprisonment. Now the idea is that the reader either knew Aaravos *before* it lost it's shine, and like, later got trapped in the mirror too and reunited with him, or maybe met him in the mirror and asked about the mark. And like, asks Aaravos why it lost it's shine, and after hearing about the things, instead of looking at him differently, or scared, they see that Aaravos is sad, so they preform a little trick. So they make a little light ball, making it look like they took it out of their heart and then place it on Aaravos's chest (where the dark star is), and saying that "It's okay, you can have my light" or something like that, idk....

Like, the concept is just reader accepting that darkness, and cherishing it and all that cheezy, fluffy stuff. Like I said, you aren't obliged to write this, this is just a random idea my maladaptive daydreamer self came up with. Have a lovely day, take care, and thanks for feeding us Aaravos fans with your lovely work!

AAAA TYSM THIS REQ IS SO GREAT!!! I love this idea, it made me so excited ajsjdj HOPE U ENJOY!

🥀CW: angst (with happy ending), fluffiness, aaravos being insecure, mentions of trauma and suffering/containment

when the news of aaravos' imprisonment reached you, you were shocked. how could he have been discovered, he had been so careful and meticulous in his planning, and all of his motives were for the good of humanity! you, and many other elves who supported him were not only surprised, but also outraged. to trap a startouch elf, to take your lover away from you... you knew you could never rest until you could see him again. years of pulling strings, gaining popularity, playing the puppeteer behind the scenes had led you to this moment. you had fought for centuries, sacrificed so much to see him again, and here you finally were. before you stood aaravos, your star touch lover, in all of his glory. it had been so long, and your heart seemed to sing at the sight of him. and yet, something was different.

when aaravos first saw you, he thought he was in a dream. you had appeared to him on so many nights, only to fade away once the morning came, slipping through his fingers like sand. the memory of you, your face, your voice, your touch, it all felt like a painful distant nightmare that played throughout his head every single time he closed his eyes. he had missed you so, so much, yet he knew he had changed. not only mentally, years of imprisonment had long since broken him, but physically as well. the glowing star on his chest had faded from a shimmering splendor to a cold ember, with nothing of its former glory remaining. he couldnt help but feel ashamed at its bleak emptiness, a disgusting mark of his failure and imprisonment. however, he would not focus on it now. you were here, in front of him, and he was free.

"my star.. is it truly you?" his voice was soft, broken and cracked from the emotions swelling inside him. you didnt dare open your mouth, knowing you would probably begin to sob and nodded, your eyes were already brimming with tears. the both of you rushed forward suddenly, throwing your arms around eachother and weeping with joy. you both stayed like that for a while, entangled in eachother and whispering softly. you werent sure how long you layed there on the floor, however it soon began to grow dark. ever so gently, aaravos layed the two of you onto the floor, his hands shaking as though afraid he would break you. as you stared at him, you couldn't help but ponder a certain change on your lovers skin.

"where did it go?" you ask softly, motioning towards his chest. he looked at you in confusion and you added for clarification, "what happened to the star on your chest? why doesnt it glow anymore?" you couldn't help but feel you made a mistake, as you watched the flicker of shame and disgust cross your lovers face.

"it faded, along with most of my powers, when i, well.. when i fell and was imprisoned" aaravos answered softly. his voice was so fragile, barely a whisper as he spoke. "it is simply a blight upon my skin, a mark of my failure and punishment. a cruel scar. it paints me as nothing but a lightless monster, a burden, and a villain." disdain and self disgust seemed to leak from his voice, and he shuddered as he spoke. pain filled your heart at his words and you reached out to rest a hand on his chest. you wished there was a way to undo all the centuries of pain and trauma the both of you had endured while separated, and you wished you could help him understand his beauty.

"you are none of those things aaravos, that is just what the other dragons and elves want you to believe. however, i know that you are special, beautiful, and so, so strong because of your differences and you have fought and suffered for what you believe in. this star is a mark of your perseverence, and it is nothing to ever be ashamed of." you gently pulled your hand away, and placed it on your own chest. using some simple magic, you made your own hand glow with a soft orb of white light resting on your palm.

"you don't have to bear the weight and darkness of your burdens alone. let me share my light with you, and share your darkness with me." you reached out, pressing the glowing ball against his chest and watched a small, pained smile break through the sadness and doubt that had resided on aaravos' face, and he covered your hand with his.

"thank you my love, thank you for finding me, and for always reminding me of the light and the love that we share." he leaned in, resting his unoccupied hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours lovingly.

"i love you until the end of time, and i believe that our love will last as eternal as the light that we share." his words seemed to touch your very soul, and released a flutter from your heart. for years you had drowned in your own misery, but you felt like you could finally breathe again. he was back, and you two were reunited. nothing would stand in your way every again, and neither of you would ever be separated by anyone or anything.

I HOPE THIS WAS TOO YOUR LIKING, THIS WAS SUCH A COOL REQ THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!! REQS ARE STILL OPEN, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTIME! this was such an emotional thing to write, and i genuinely really like this lmao tysm for the idea and inspiration!

#aaravos x reader #aaravos tdp #aaravos #the dragon prince #aaravos fluff #tdp #tdp s5 #tdp x reader #the dragon prince x reader #i love this req sm #tysm for the ask!#i love fluff sm #aaravos is amazing #i wish someone would do this to me #uurhehbrhdhshdnene this is so cute #i love u aaravos

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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Rey'eng (The Balance of Life)

《The chorus of Eywa》

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Summary : when you wake up in a strange place without any memories and only being able to hear, will you be able to remember who you are, what happened to you and why?

Masterlist~

You felt like you were floating. You tried to open your eyes but found you couldnt. You tried to move your hand to wipe at your eyes but found you could not move even an inch of your body.

Where were you? What was happening? Who were you? What was the last thing you remembered?

Before you could start to panic you heard muffled voices.

"When will she be ready?" A male voice asked sounding impatient

"She should be ready any day now sir" a female voice responded

They sounded far away but they were still audible. It was muffled by what made it sound as if they were talking while in water, or mabey that was what you were in. They must have been in the same room as you from what you could deduce. Although, you didnt know if that was a good thing or not. You didnt recognise these voices and they didnt sound too friendly either.

The man scoffed and they continued their conversation which faded away from you gradually. That was the last thing you remembered before you fell back into unconciousness.

The next time you woke up there was a high pitched ringing in your ears. You didnt feel like you were floating anymore and a hard flat surface was what you felt you were lying down on. Your voice wouldnt come out either and your throat felt scratchy and dry. You felt like you hadnt had a sip of water in months.

What if you needed to call for help and you couldnt? Was their even anyone here who would help you?

You werent so sure.

You heard what sounded like two sets of footsteps walk up to and come to a stop beside you. They had been loudly chatting the whole way and continued sounding more enthusiastic now that they were nearer to you.

They sounded alot younger than the other voices you had heard before, of the man and woman. These voices were more energetic and excited, like they were on some sort of field trip.

"If this works it will be another huge step for humanity" one of them, a female, said with a squeel.

You could feel them both looking down at you. Even if you could have moved in that moment you wouldnt have. Theyre gazes felt off somehow. You could not seen their expressions but you felt like an experiment that was being showcased.

"If this works we might finally be able to beat that traitor Jake sully" the other, a male, said back to her.

They both laughed as they left.

'Jake Sully' you thought 'That name sounds familiar. But where do i know it from?'

Thats when the fragmented pieces of your memeories came flooding back to you in an instant.

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You had been learning to settle into your new role in the metkayina clan.

It had been difficult at first but now you and your siblings had learned their ways and had acomplished not being burdens to them earning your places among them. It had been a hard change from your old home. You missed the trees and the forest, you missed alot of things. The bioluminecent foliage and hearing the buzz of the wildlife at night that inhabited the forest while you lay in your hammock to sleep.

Most of all you missed your clan members. You had to leave them all behind, your friends and even your grandmother as she was the former tsahik of your clan. You missed her alot. You missed sitting down as a kid and listening to her teachings of diffrent kinds of healing remedies with your older sister Kiri. Kiri was only a year older than you but she had a much better natural talent than you when it came to many things, including healing.

You did not covet those things that she had though. You had never taken much of an intrest in healing like she had nor an interest in hunting like your older brothers. You had flown here on your dads ikran with him, as you had not even gone through the right of passage as a young hunter to obtain your own ikran before you had to leave your home. When your mother had noticed your lack of a decision about what you wanted to do in the clan in the future she, in her worry, had decided to put it off for as long as possible.

However, you doubted she had thought that by putting it off it would end up meaning you would never be able to learn even if you wanted to with having to leave your clan and their ways behind. You wondered if she regretted not pushing you to do so even with your unease about it. Your dad had agreed with your mother not to push you on the matter, albet somewhat reluctantly due to the fact that he deemed it a necessity wheather you wanted to become a hunter or not.

He thought you should get it over with as soon as you could, as long as you felt comfortable with it, so that even if you chose to become a healer like kiri or anything else, you would have your ikran to help you along the way. Of course you were never pushed on the matter nor were you told any of this.

The trees told you.

Why people relied so much on their eyes you would never know. Why did they focus on what they could see, on what was right in front of them when you could get so much more from all your other senses. You had always thought of your eyes as your weakest point. If you got distracted by what was in front of them you could loose sight of the bigger picture.

Your senses were hightened ever since you were a child. You didnt figure this out for a long time of course. You thought you were no diffrent from everyone else. But the things they did, the things the people of your clan found intrest in never had the same weight for you. You did not aspire to be a hunter or a healer. You did not know what you wanted to be or do but those words left a sour taste in your mouth when you thought of being either one in the future.

The only thing that you seemed to have a shared intrest in with your clan was music. Songs and melodies. Your mother would always sing to you as a child. She sang you all to sleep with lullabies as children when you all slept in the same hammock as a family. When you closed your eyes you could see the colors of the sounds that were created by the flow of the music carried within her voice. Of the melodies that were played and of the tunes that were sung by the people of your clan.

That was your thing.

Music was something you shared with your mother even as you stopped being a child and grew up. That was the one thing you never grew out of. Neytiri continued to sing songs for you whenever you asked it of her. Lo'ak used to tease you about it sometimes being the annoying older brother he is. He would question you about it asking things like if you were still a baby that you needed to be sung lullabies at night and other questions along those lines.

That was until Jake had told him to knock it off which made him abruptly stop and he hadnt done it since. That was a while ago though, you were both alot younger back then, you were still children. It wasnt something to be held against him even if it had made you feel embarrased at the time. For a while after you had decided that you no longer needed your mothers songs.

That if you were going to be teased about it being childish than you could do without it. That didnt last long of course and soon you were back to your same old routine. The trees had told you that time that your mother had been sad when you stopped listening to her songs, that was part of the reason you gave up on your pride so quickly.

You decided that you didnt care what others thought when it came to anything with you and music. It was too important to give up and if you staying away from it was also going to make your mother upset than the negatives heavily outweighed the positives. Not that there were any positives except for feeling less embarrased in that short amount of time that you had been.

You missed them as well. The trees. There werent really any around where the Metkayina clan resided on a bay. So you handnt felt them in a while, instead now you grew a connection to the big sculptures of coral that were under the water. They were like the trees of the water.

Mabey your hightened senses and connection to these two specific things was eywas doing. The possibility had entered your mind and left again more times than you could count. There was a reason that made you think otherwise though.

That reason was Kiri.

Unlike her you could not feel a connection to everything in the forest where you grew up. Only the trees. Here you could not feel everything in the water. Only the coral. You could not feel or hear eywas heartbeat either like she could.

You were so unsure that this had come from eywa because oppositly Kiri was so very sure about what she was talking about. She knew her connection to eywa was stronger than others.

Sometimes you would stay awake at night worrying that you would never find out more about why you felt more connected to the trees and the coral than other things and why even at all. Though if Neytiri ever noticed you awake she could easily sooth you into a deep sleep with only a single song. That was all it took.

The trees would do the same if ever she didnt notice. The trees did not speak to you per say. You could hear them very well, but speak?

They did no such thing.

You heard their chorus often enough. How theyre songs played out and how they were directed for only you to hear. For your ears alone.

Of course the trees didnt play music. They had no such power. You were sure that if they did you would have heard about it from all the other members of your clan while growing up.

You remembered a time before you understood that the melodies you heard were not audible to others. You had tried to talk to the other children of your clan about it but only recieved odd looks in return. You had decided then not to mention it to anyone else. Mabey it was a secret ment to be kept to only yourself. Mabey the trees only liked to share their songs with you for whatever reason.

Theyre melodies with their hidden meanings and messages continued to play for you as you grew up. But they had faded away when you had moved to the Metkayina clan where the trees were scarce and few in number. Instead you started to here new songs. Quite like the old ones but different all the same.

From the coral instead of the trees.

They helped to guide you along in your new journey as part of the Metkayina clan. They knew how you were scared and struggling. They felt your emotions played out in song as you did theirs. With their guidance you were able to learn faster than you probably would have other wise, without their help.

But soon the new songs that the coral played turned to a faster more abrupt tempo. A marching pace like soilders getting ready to wage a war. And wage a war they did.

The humans did.

You heard how the coral was angry, how it cried over the needless deaths of its brethren. Of the tulkan and her child.

The tulkan mother who was the composer of songs and the spirt sister of the metkayina clans tsahik who interpreted Eywas will.

How it writhed in pain when it was shot at or bombed by the ships the humans steared and weilded.

How it shouted at you to help the other tulkan, the ones that had bombs placed on them by the humans.

It pierced your ears with its wailing for the cruelty to end and for peace to reign once again over the land and sea of Pandora.

It guided and helped you when you fought along side your family to do just that. When you helped your older brother to release Lo'ak, Tseraya and Tuk after they had been captured. And when you set off to rescue your sisters who had been captured a while after.

It helped you have more courage that you ever knew you had before. You coukdnt find a place in the world, in the situation you had been born into but one thing you could do was protect your family.

So when you and Neteyam finished untying tsereya, tuk and lo'ak from their bonds and neteyam told you to go with and look after tsereya and tuk while he and lo'ak went to help spider you did just that. Only when you saw your older sister being captured, like your younger sister, you could not stay still.

Of course you tried telling tuk to stay with tsereya wuile you went to kiris aid but you were only met with a very determined 'Sullys stick together' before she swam off in the direction of the boat kiri had been taken to.

Without much luck you had not gotten onto the boat without your being seen. Tsereya had been thrown back into the water when trying to help you both although you thought this was for the best since she was a clever girl and you knew she would swim away to try and get help rather than risking her life when she knew she couldnt do much in the sistuation you were all in.

You were banking on her getting help but you knew you had to protect your sisters no matter what. They were your first and only priority right now.

You and took had been tied next to kiri on the hand rail of the boat. After the avatar who captured you left you brought your sharp teeth down onto the binds that were holding your hands and tore them roughly off.

You did the same thing with tuk and then proceeded to kneel down to be level with her, touching her forehead to yours.

"Its alright to be scared i am too" you said to her truthfully "but i need you to promise me something"

You pulled back and looked her in the eyes to make sure she understood the weight of your next words.

"Promise me that you will be brave"

Tuk hesitated for a moment while taking in your words before she slowly nodded. "I promise"

"Good girl" you said smiling as you patted the top of her head in a conforting gesture.

Then in one swift motion you picked her up from the ground and threw her over the rails of the deck and into the water below.

You had been waiting for a distraction and your brothers had seemed to have caused the perfect one that you were looking for. Having the enemies distracted ment that you could get your sisters to saftey without them interfearing. You assumed that neteyam and lo'ak had been found out in their attempt to rescue spider.

Shots were fired and rang out in the air, explosions went off and fires started to burn on the ship.

You untied kiri and she dived in after tuk.

Earlier you had been worried to as if you could get them into the water in the first place. But now you just had to give them enough time to swim to safety by using yourself as bait that way they could find their way back to your parents themselves.

Of couse you had no doubt kiri would have had you take tuk back instead of her while she distracted them instead the only way you could think of avoiding that was to become bait before kiri noticed you hadnt jumped into the water after her.

You knew she wouldnt be dumb enough to expose herself after that when she had to make sure tuk was kept safe and returned to your parents.

You started to make your way over to the other side of the ship without being noticed first so that you could get far enough away from them.

Youre theory about your brothers was proven when you saw the three of them run past a little ways away from where you were hiding. You were about to run to their side to join them when you saw they were being chased and shot at in their attempted escape.

You felt helpless in that moment and didnt know what to do. You couldnt help your brothers get away like you had done for your sisters. They had guns and you werent armed.

Then again i suppose why couldnt you?

No sane person includes their death as part of a plan but you had never been that normal to begin with.

I mean trees singing, you must have been at least somewhat crazy. Thats why you never had that much regard when it came to your own life over others.

With that in mind you saw your brothers finally escape into the water and away on their ilu's. You felt momentary joy and triump before you felt dread. It was like the calm before the storm.

This was good your siblings were all away from the boat and safe and now tou were the only one left on the boat.

Just you.

Only you.

Without the older siblings who always helped you.

This was it you knew in thatvmoment that you truly were completely helpless.

If you truly wanted to stop them from going after your family you knew you would not walk away afterwards with your life.

You were now staring death straight in the face.

But the songs that had been quite started up again and they soothed you.

The songs that you had heard from the first moments in this world, the moment of your birth would now be with you in your final moments as well and that though comforted you more than it probably should have.

Thats why you started to realise that right then when you felt the most alone. On an enemy boat without your parents or any of your siblings, any friends or clan members you still were not alone.

She was with you now.

The Great Mother.

Eywa.

She would guide you.

And you decided then that if she guided you to your death than so be it.

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Screams were head in the distance.

Tears fell and hearts broke.

The light faded from his eyes and the color drained from his face.

He was dead.

Shot dead by the demon who reaked havoc unto us.

But she wouldnt let that happen.

No she wouldnt.

This was her brother. Her family. Her friend.

Kiri would not let him be stolen from them when he had barley lived yet.

She would do everything in her power, everything in Eywas power, that it took to keep that from happening.

And that she did.

She didnt know how but one moment shes having them all lift him into the water and then the next hes glowing.

And shes glowing.

And then her head starts getting fuzzy but she doesnt care because the color is returning to his face.

Her nose starts to bleed but she only laughs because he has opened his eyes.

And finally she passes out before she wakes up to see him with a fresh healed scar in the place where he was shot and his arms outstreached in a welcoming hug.

Kiri does the same as she hears her mothers relieved weeping before they have all piled ontop of the two embracing in a big family hug. A hug like they used to have in their little hammock back in the forest when they were all so young. Kiri, neteyam, neytiri, jake, lo'ak, tuk and even spider too.

A thought occured to the two at the center.

It truly was 'a welcome back from the dead' kiri and neteyam thought.

While the last and at this moment probably the least member of the family bled out on the deck of the sinking ship.

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Yes! You had done it!

You sank the ship along with any of the demons who were left alive on it.

Your family would be safe now.

Do you perhaps know how long it takes for someone to bleed out?

Five minutes.

Thats all it takes.

And just like that your gone.

Thats how eywa worked.

She did not revive the dead.

She had to keep the balance of life.

She did not choose who to take to the afterlife.

She could only guide those departed souls to their second.

And since Neteyams soul had been stripped from her grasp by Kiri before she could guide it far enough away therefore loosing her grasp on it, she would not be able to get it back.

This ment she had to take another soul in its place and she could not choose who herself. She was only able to influence the acts of the world, the nature, around the souls she guided into these lifes in the first place, upon all of their births.

She thought of the only act of mercy that she could show. The act of mercy that would be so desperatly called upon her in the event of any soul that was taken.

She couldnt not take a diffrent soul now, it was far too late for that.

It might seem funny to play at being a god to many but thats all good and well until you have to choose who dies first.

And so with the loophole that she found she guided your soul to its second life.

Frankly it was a coincidence that presented itself before her that seemed too perfect not to use.

This was the only way she could trade a soul for another without concicquence. Even if it played a part in the furthering of the fast paced development of humanity it was worth it as you played too big of a role in the future for you to die now.

With the transition of a soul entering a new life ones memories of their past life usually seem to be gone completely but this wasnt true at all.

They were still there, buried in your subconcious. Even though very few ever remembered and when they did it was usually only fragmented pieces, they were still all there you just had to fit them together again like a jigsaw puzzle.

And if it was you.

Yes. If it was you, you could surely do it.

Lying on that table in a new body, a new human body, where your memories of all that had happened returned to you. You began to gain feeling in your limbs, you could wiggle your toes and feel the lack of something where your tail had once been.

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the side where you were faced with a mirror. You didnt look like you used to, you did not look like a na'vi now but you did not look entirely human either.

Just like how the avatars of the humans still inherited some of their human features the same could be said for your transition from na'vi to human.

You looked human yes but if you looked closer or just stared for a little too long you could make out the points on the tips of your ears. The sharpness to your features including your jawline and the tips of her fingers.

But the thing that stood out the most was your bright yellow-amber eyes that you had inherited from your parents. An indicator of who you used to be, who you became and who you now are.

Your second life. Your purpose. With one look after your memories returned it became clear.

Y/n Sully's life had ended but yours was just beginning.

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•If you dont get what happened basically eywa helped to kill y/n (by comforting her with her songs making her feel fine with heading into a battle she knew she was gonna die from) because eywa knew the humans made another body that she could transfer to that would be strong enough to remember her first life

(like jake transferring from his human body to his avatar body using the tree of souls)

since they were both people who were chosen by eywa - u know the whole scene where her seeds cling to jake and with y/n being able to hear her from birth eywa wanted to just basically cheat having her reborn (where she probably would never remember her first life) and just transfered her conciousness instead so that was she would remember her past life but it was still sort of her second life like how jake became one of the people because technically being jn his avatar body was his second life

•The humans had been trying for a while with the transfer of na'vi to human body and grew one for y/n using blood they got from her when she got hurt - payed special attention to trying to get blood from jakes kids cuz well they were trying to kill them the whole movie

•Its fine if u dont get it, i confuse myself sometimes too

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littleavengerfics · 8 months

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Heya 👋

Can I please request BlackHill x Little reader.

R is super sleepy from back to back missions so Maria bunks off work and has a duvet day.

After finding out Nat calls in 'sick' and brings home pizza.

R finally relaxes and cuddles up all day.

thank you for the request, and your patience. I hope you like this. Let me know if you want anything changed :)

Support system

(blackhill X little reader)

Throwing yourselves into work had proven to be very physically and mentally draining for your family, Natasha was unable to think of talk about anything other than work and was getting stressed, Maria had obtained an injury to her left side so had been on bed rest, and you hadn't dropped or relaxed for a day in month.

Maria wasn't due back in work for another two days but she didn't need to be on bed rest and felt fine so decided to go into work early, that was until she saw you. You hadn't fallen asleep until 3am and Maria had woken you up by accident at 6am, she couldnt remember the last time you got five hours sleep nevermind the recommended 8. Your eyes had bags under them and were red from where you kept rubbing them, it broke her heart.

She knew you would stay up and wait for her to get home if she did go in so she had no choice but to skip past her uniform and grab her comfy clothes. You couldn't help but get a little excited when you saw it. Were you really going to have the day together?

"If we do this today you are going to drop and let me take care of you and you are going to take a nap. We are going to cuddle on the couch and have a movie day and you are going to relax. Understood?" You nodded, you knew there was no room to say no. Maria was deadly serious and while you weren't thrilled at the idea of taking a nap you knew it was what you needed. Maria always have you what you needed, whether you liked it or not.

However, there was one thing you could try and change about her plan. All it would take was some puppy dog eyes. "Maria? Can we pleeaasee call natty and ask her to come back?" She chuckled a little before nodding. "I'll call her, she needs some rest too. And I bet my baby misses their mama." You codnt help but blush at that to which Maria called you adorable only making you more whiny and shy but she loved it.

"do I get cuddles with my little one now or do I have to wait for mama to get home?" Maria asked dialing the number. "wait for mama." You said quietly looking at the floor, you could feel yourself slipping into headspace a little bit you didn't really want to till Nat got here. You zoned out for a little and by the time you stopped the phone call was over.

"she's going to call in sick, she should be here soon, why don't we get you dressed for the day and make a comfy spot on the couch." You agreed so were soon dressed in a onesie and had an outrageous amount of stuffies and blankets on the couch. Maria left you to the task while she cleaned up a little and when she saw it her mouth fell open.

"wow baby, that definitely looks comfy, are you sure we need this many though?" You nodded, Maria saw how happy it made you so just let it slide.

"Hey my loves! I'm back!" You turned to see Nat standing there with a pizza box in her hand which she knew to throw down when you came running over for a hug, you jumped into her arms and she caught you with a smile. "Hi my baby." You snuggled into her with a huge smile. "Hi mama."

"really Natasha, you brought pizza for breakfast?" Nat nodded. "We deserve a treat. It's just for one day masha."

"I know, but pizza isn't for breakfast." You giggled, they were always arguing over things like that, they rarely ever shouted or raised their voices it was just bickering over small things. It was nice to have such loving people around you finally.

"Do you want pizza for breakfast detka?" You nodded excitedly, "sorry babe, two against one. Pizza for breakfast!!" She cheered earning a chuckle from Maria, she always lost those little arguments but she never minded... Not really it made you and Natasha happy and that was worth bending the rules for.

"mama! I wan hugs!" You whined getting impatient, movie days and cuddles were your favourite thing, especially after a rough week and you couldn't wait for it any longer. "You two get comfy and pick a movie l will plate up some pizza and get some drinks."

"It's okay Masha, I can do it, you relax." Natasha smiled slightly but maria stopped her. "Babe, it's okay, you've not taken a break in ages. You looked after me the past few weeks it's my turn to help you. You need the rest so go snuggle our baby and I'll be there in a minute." The brunette whispered in her ear, the russian smiled, giving in to her demands.

"come here baby." Natasha picked you up and carried you over to the couch with all your stuffies and snuggled up next to you under the blanket. She got your favourite movie ready and you both sat whispering to each other and giggling while you waited for the agent to get back. When she finally did, after 5 whole minutes, you pulled her down to sit the other side of you creating the perfect snuggle sandwich.

By the end of the movie both you and Nat were fast asleep, Maria smiled, standing up to tuck you both in and miss your foreheads before whispering, "I love you both so much" and taking her seat again.

#littleavengerfics #little reader #sfw agere #mama nat #maria hill #mommy natasha #mommy!natashalittle!reader #blackhillxlittle reader #mommymariahill

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handledwithgloves · 30 days

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two very popular drarry fics that i did not care for and why

in the past however long of my becoming a drarry stan ive read many fanfics and i can say only two had really gotten me so pissed i had to log off

and thats not to say that i never dnf a drarry fic before because i have done that to so many for various different reasons. ive also read plenty dead doves do not eat so… this is saying something i suppose.

and this is no hate at all to the writers of these fics they clearly love what they do and are super talented and no hate to the enjoyers of these fics, like what you like. this is just my person experiences.

first is, harry potter and the welcome to the world of grey. i just gotta say i did not get the hype at all. i hated voldemort so much everything he says to harry is meant to be philosophical and insightful and whatnot and that makes harry question whether or not voldemort is truly evil but mans just talked way too much for my liking. he needed to be shut up and every time harry was tryin to beat on his ass he stopped for whatever reason - i was so pissed. like atp just kill each other istg. and then harry is supposed to be conflicted and all alone and he cant trust dumbledore and he doesn't want to face the consequences of his actions and go to jail for killing someone, well too bad pookie! get tf over yourself you're a bad guy now. not only did you kill twice but both times you killed it was not in self defense but your own willingness to do so. like the drarry was good, in fact so good that i got about 3/4ths way through before i had to quit. the drarry was carrying this story and i understand if drarry stans love it solely for the drarry but if there's going to be other parts of the story i need it to make sense to me. harry and voldemort's characters were just not doing it for me.

second, is the mirror of ecidyrue series. It started off soo well, so well. i loved how all the characters were so in character and everything was cool and draco was powerful and his power was mysterious and bella was scary. i loved how harry met draco and how hermione started trying to befriend him i loved the friendship bracelent draco made her and that snape helped. i even loved jealous harry when draco and charlie were flirting and harry was like 'how old are you again, charlie? 25!? well draco's 14' and charlie started freaking out 'um, 21'. so anyway, strong start! but theeennn... we get later on in the series and for some reason draco starts changing? like yes he gets influenced by the people around him but all of a sudden he's like hyper fem which is not a bad thing in general but definite ooc - i like draco's character so i would prefer him to be in character but whatever i was able to ignore it until they started giving each other nicknames. oh god the nicknames were the worst part. like i get they're cringey kids they do dumb things draco is no exception apparently even though mentally he's like 21 hanging out with 14 yos. so yeah i had to absolutely stop when draco was having sex with 16 yo harry and harry starts calling him dragon in a sexual way... yeah i just had to stop there. i was getting way too much second hand embarrassment that it was pissing me off. i did not like draco lmfao. also i hate that they made lucius abusive lmao.

once again just disclaiming this is no hate to the writers or enjoyers of these fics i just couldnt stomach the stories and thats my own personal fault. i just wanted to share what i thought lol. they definitely made an impression!

#god like to this day! to this day! i still think lunaluna and start dying inside like fy draco!#its just her name said twice but god i wanted to vomit #drarry #drarry fics #idk what else to tag this lol pls dont attack me or tell me i'm being a hater i really did enjoy these stories to an extent but no other fi #made me quit reading them so hard and fast lmfaooo #all other fics i dnf happened slowly like i was reading and then put it away for later then read a bit then put away for later and eventual #just started reading other fics instead

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the-crimson · 2 months

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Q!BBH and Generational Trauma

For a long time this has been something I’ve noticed in the halo family that I’ve strongly related to. Idk if it’s an intentional theme bbh and Dapmin (and pommin but im mainly gonna focus on Dapper) put into their characters but it’s definitely there. So heres my perspective on bbh’s character arc so far observed through a lens of generational trauma.

(Quick side note. Writing this post was a journey tm and my initial view of bbh and god’s relationship and what the afterlife scene meant shifts dramatically half way through XD)

Even if a parent does everything right, they will still hurt their children. It’s part of the job. It’s part of life. Even if we choose to be better than our parents, the scars they left will bleed onto our children. I think every family has an element of generational trauma - I certainly do but im not gonna trauma dump on yall - but the severity of it is a spectrum.

Q!bbh was cast from his home due to the conditional love of God/the Father and this has left a clear impact on him. His self worth is in the gutter and he lacked a sense of purpose. According to everything we know of bbh’s life before the island, he didnt really care for much of anything other than finding the next source of entertainment - i mean, he remembers the salem witch trials fondly because of the drama of it all regardless of the fact that hundreds of innocent women were murdered.

Was God being intentionally cruel or abusive? Probably not. From His perspective, he may see casting his angels from heaven as a temporary punishment - like spanking a child for throwing a tantrum - without really understanding the damage such treatment is actually doing. He isnt teaching his children the lesson he thought he was just as spanking a child doesnt teach them to behave, only to fear. Bbh redeemed himself in the eyes of the Father and thus was granted the choice to return home. The Father was doing his child a kindness, he was welcoming his lost angel back home because what fallen angel would ever choose anything other than Elysium? And thats the point of conflict. The Father thinks he is doing right by his child but hes only causing bbh more pain. Bbh has to choose between his own children and eternal salvation (that he knows can be taken away on a whim). His heart has been severed in two.

Bbh’s wounds from his disownment run so deep he doesnt even notice them and thus, doesnt notice how they impact his children. Dapper has taken after so many of bbh’s characteristics and a complete lack of self worth is one of them. Selflessness to the point of self annihilation. The fear of being a burden. The need to feel useful otherwise why am i even alive? Dapper was borderline suicidal because they felt useless and nearly killed themself trying to be useful by farming soul hearts and they learned all of this behavior from Bad. Bbh showed Dapper unconditional love but it wasnt enough. Bbh couldnt save Dapper from his own trauma.

Breaking cycles of generational trauma takes more than just realizing how you were raised didnt work and trying something else. Bbh never healed from the wounds left by the Father and thus they were passed down to his own son.

When i started writing this analysis, i thought that this was the tragedy between bbh and the Father. God was too stuck in his ways to understand what His child needs, what would truly make bbh happy. I thought that the Father had not changed. His love remained conditional. Bbh could only come home if he chose god/heaven. The door might be closed next time. This is his only chance of coming home. But now after laying it all out like this… it made me wonder why the Father decided now of all times was when bbh redeemed himself. My initial cynical reading was that the Father was putting bbh through a test of loyalty. He only truly earned his redemption if he would abandon his children in favor of god/heaven but now… i can see a more hopeful reading.

God watched bbh become a father. He watched bbh become a better person through fatherhood. He also watched as the trauma He caused was passed onto bbh’s child. If the Father wanted bbh to come home because he’d redeemed himself, then the Father could have snapped bbh away at any time. Perhaps thats what He would have done 14,000 years ago when bbh first fell. What if the Father recognized his mistake? What if this was His attempt to fix things after seeing just how much damage He’d done? What if he did finally understand what bbh truly needed?

Bbh was stuck in his trauma because he lacked agency in his current state. The Father still had all the power between them by holding heaven hostage. The only way bbh could ever start to heal from this damage was if he was given back the choice that was made for him. Bbh needed to choose one way or another in order for him to take the first step towards healing even if it causes him anguish in the moment. He needed the choice. He needed the freedom to refuse.

But giving freedom to your children can be scary. What if they make the wrong choice? What if they screw up and ruin everything? For a god who expects perfection from his children, freedom must be terrifying. Giving His children freedom means giving them the option to turn away from him. But that is part of being a parent.

What if unlocking the gates was an apology? Im sorry i hurt you. Im sorry i made this choice for you. I see you. I wont take this choice from you again. Its too late to change the past but you can change the future. Dont make my same mistakes.

What if it was a gift? God relinquished his leverage over bbh and gave him the option to come home. An opportunity for bbh to break the cycle. A chance for bbh to make a choice for himself for once. To free him of the shackles that tied him to God. To heal and stop his own son from continuing the cycle of generational trauma.

After all, the greatest gift a god can give is the freedom to choose one’s own destiny.

#qsmp #crimson speaks #badboyhalo #wow this post was a journey #ended up with a complete opposite conclusion than i started with #lmao #i hope its coherent #wrote this when i should have been sleeping #lol #i just couldnt stop thinking about it

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i have an idea itching at my brain that’s gotta come out. pardon if its incoherent i can explain it more if asked

the idea is the concept of a god!nerevar

nerevar, in the bits and pieces we get of him in the original timeline, is actually such an interesting figure. his hands are stained with padomay, the cosmic divine force of chaos. he is champion of azura (the sister of lorkhan), guards secrets like mephala, and is born of boethia.

the three good daedra told their story to veloth and the elves that followed him. the story of lorkhan, why he made this world, and the ‘truth’ of his death. and i think it is no mystery why they had the chimer travel to lands where lorkhan’s heart rests.

i think, contrary to what you may believe, the three good daedra always wanted someone to use the heart. the problem was simply who ended up using it.

this isn’t to say i think the tribunal killing nerevar stole it from him. in truth, i think the betrayal had to happen. because despite their best efforts, nerevar couldnt achieve CHIM and enlightenment. he couldn’t innately use the heart and become a new lorkhan, reborn of lorkhan’s truer, better nature (his wrathful destructive nature still exists in many forms like boethia, so i think they were looking for the other essences of lorkhan to be reborn in a new incarnation of padomay). just as anu had anui-el and anui-el had auri-el and auri-el had alduin, padomay had sithis and sithis had lorkhan. but lorkhan never had an heir--isnt it strange how the being of stasis had a child of destruction, of change? would lorkhan’s heir not be a being of creation then in turn?

but i digress. the tribunal became gods, and boethia and mephala didn’t punish them for it. they saw nerevar as a failure to make into the incarnation and son of lorkhan. he failed, and a good betrayal came out of it, so they didn’t care. only azura cared--and i think it was out of rage that they used dwarven tools to manipulate the heart with profane tonal magic by heretics rather than being truly in tune with the heart of the world. in her eyes, they were doomed for destruction the moment they achieved divinity and caused the dragon break--because they were not the missing gods the world needed. they were not lorkhan. and in time their divinity would drive them mad, their power would wane, and they would be slain. but she would punish them anyways for desecrating the heart of her brother.

i think you can see bits and pieces of this in the timeline of the tribunal as gods too. they spend a lot of time teaching nerevar, especially vivec trying to teach him CHIM. perhaps he knows, or perhaps he doesnt. regardless, they still failed even in that reality, because it was already set in stone that they used the heart to achieve divinity, and they got no closer to teaching him divinity. he became a saint instead of a god. but vivec still didn’t want to hide from him the truth that they killed him, betrayed him, all to steal godhood. nerevar deserves that much

this is where, if i had a theory, it would stop. in truth i dont think canon works well with nerevar achieving divinity. but if im allowed an au exploration--

perhaps the betrayal could be used to make nerevar closer to divinity. as would the killing of the tribunal. nerevar as the nerevarine is a continuation of him, that much closer to the truth and to ascension. my idea centers a nerevarine who has the memories of nerevar, and upon seeing the last of their companions die, curls up. and finally nerevar’s heart beats in tune with the now freed heart, and reality resets. a full dragon break again, a new universe, just like the first one.

nerevar is a god but does not know it. not until azura looks at him with hands stained with the blood of gods she doesnt even recognize, and sees his heart beats in time with lorkhans--that he used the heart without even intending to once before and it has become his own. he is a god half formed, unfettered by the madness of the heart, grieving the world he lost and what it may become again. a god who looks like all the good parts of lorkhan that died with him when his heart was ripped out, her brother forged anew in murder and betrayal from a timeline that no longer exists.

when nerevar uses the heart intentionally, he becomes a full god: the incarnation of lorkhan, son of the trickster, born of boethia, hidden by mephala, crowned by azura. his heart is the heart of the world, just as his father’s was. he is the hidden moon in the sky and his eyes the stars. he is the killer of gods, destroyer of realities, the dreamer-god-king of sex-murder (that is to say, creation and destruction in elder scrolls speak), the betrayed betrayer. if vivec can be said to be the wheel of fortune in tarot, nerevar is the world.

he is the one the good daedra have longed for: the dream of lorkhan realized

and in a way, he has saved his friends from the fate of being broken, corrupted gods he had to slay

anyways i came up with this while high yesterday. reading back on the wall of text i sent this idea to my brother as was really like

#nerevar #morrowind #almsivi #tesblr #tes lore #thank u baby brother for letting me spam you while you were driving and i was high

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marvelita85 · 1 year

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Avy jorrāelan

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryion reader oc

you were stanting before him, your grandfather already made his wish of his second son and you his favourite grandaughter the one who looked so much like his late mother with your eyes one green one lilac to be united in matrimony, and you couldnt believe Aemond accepted just like that, you were sure your mother and Alicent had something to say about the kings desition and you thought you had to speak with Aemond if you wanted to be free of that engagment before it was too late

I've heard you were looking for me

I just wanted to talk, we cant keep with this engagment Aemond...

it is the king´s desition

and you are alright with it? because the last time we saw eachother you didnt hold any good sentiments towards me or my brothers

dont get them in this, please, you were always my friend growing up...

yes we were, but we havent seen eachother in 6 years, you stoped writing to me and in all honesty I dont think you care, why condemning ourselfs to a marriage that wont make us happy

are you that discusted with this betrothal, I'm willing to perform my duty

this goes beyond that Aemond and you know it, at the end of the day you will remain loyal to your mother, and I to mine, there is no way we will bend to the will of the other, and we will always be on other side of the family- aparently he didnt have anything to say about that knowing you were right - we have to stop this before is too late, we have to speak with grandsire

I cant do that...our union is for the best for the family, thats how my father see it, and his point of view is valid, we together as you say we are from 2 different branch of the family and getting together we will prevent many things that are about to come when the king is no more on this earth

a war you mean, your mother and grandfather will tried to name Aegon king without the right to do so

is Aegon´s right as first born son

the king had 20 years to named him heir and he didnt, everyone knows he is not suited to be king, and if that really happend war will break whatever we are married or not, that is treason and I wont be a prisioner in my oun hause

no one will make you feel a prisoner here

still I feel out of place in Kings Landing, is not my home

you didnt even give it a chance, your idea might change if

if I married you...I wish things were different, between us, between my brothers, becasue you like it or not they are my brothers and I love them, what wouldnt make me happy to marry my best friend than someone that I dont know

,Aemond growing up you meant the world to me and everything was different after Driffmark

you were too... and I stoped writing because I though you didnt want me to anymore...

it hurted at first then i learned to live with it

you forgot about me...

no, but you werent a constant anymore and I learn to live my life like that without you in it

we have the chance to change that, to learn to live together again, to stay together

there wasnt a way out of that marriage and you know it, everyone saying it was a good match and Aemond trying his best to be everyday by your side and do your favourite things, from reading together in the library to fly in dragon back with Vaghar and Shadow, your dragon didnt like vaghar much but Shadow didnt care as long you were with him and calm

you couldnt say you didnt enjoy his atention and your time together it was like before when you were kids and you defended him from your brothers and his, and the builing he suffered, you got all the resentment he felt now he was an adult but you couldnt be completly at ease

time passed your brothers and mother return to dragonstone and your grandsire asked you if you wanted to stay and Aemond was hopefull you say yes

you decided to stay and spend more time with your bethroded and your grandsire, after all they were your family too, and if you wished to go, the dragon pit was a short walked from the keep

what is this?

well your wedding preparations princess...

no there not, this is the faight of the seven... Im not marrying into that faight

it is your future husband´s faight my lady - you didnt say no more and you stomed out looking for Aemond and demand an explanation

how is that preparations are made ot marry us in the faight of the seven...

exuse us my lord...- Aemond dismissed Lord Lanister who looked at you funny your eyes shut the man out and he retired the room

it is my mother´s doing Im not involved in the preparations as you can see

not of course you prefer to spend your days training with Sir Criston or fly with Vaghar or read in the library but to know your own wedding preparations in your mothers hand knowing to well my thoughs about it

what are your thoughts about it then?

that I marry you under old Valarya tradition or not at all - Aemond froze on his spot - and you can tell that to your mother... when you make a desition send a raven to dragonstone

you´re leaving?

I miss the freedom I had there and here lack, everywhere I go there is one of your mother´s spies to see what the princess is doing, so yes I am going to spend my last few days of freedom beside my family

Alicent wasnt happy at all about the changed Aemond made her do about the weeding, she wanted her son to marry under her faight , Rhaenyra´s children werent raised under that faight at all

it is my desire mother, to marry under old valarya tradition just like y/n

I had hopes she didnt changed you my son, but you are turning in the same boy who was so inlove with her growing up

she was always kind to me, and I...

I know you love her my son just hope she does aswell as much

your spirits were lifted going back to Dragonstone and spend a few weeks away form the Keep you missed your grandsire but being with your family was what you needed

Rhaenyra and all the family traveled back to Kings Landing for the wedding of the princess and prince Aemond, he was waiting to recived the family along with his mother at the gate of the Keep, and you smile when he aproached kissing your hand, your brothers made a face but they didnt coment anything about them, after all Luke and Jace loved you and you them very much, you were very united

dinner with all the family was peculiar as the tensing calm even Rhaenyra and Alicent finally reunited and started to talk the last details of their children´s wedding Aemond coudlnt stop looking at his future bride, you unbodered by the stares talked with your cousins and your brothers

your grandsire the king was happy to bare witness of your wedding with Aemond, it wasnt completly old Valarya style, as it was inside the dragon pit, many smallfolk atended, the King couldnt conduct the ceremony but he was the one sitting in the throne made there, you both were so inmersed in the tradition of cuting lips and drink from the cup and say the words, Valaryan words that flow so natural from both of you, Aemond genualy seem happy and you did too

you kiss and seal your future forever - Avy jorrāelan...- Aemond wispered for you only to hear and you were in shock because those words were true and even you couldnt say them back not just yet you knew you felt them in your heart he was yours, you were his forever

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x velaryon reader #aemond fanfiction #hotd fanfic

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saw someone else post about this and i really agree i think it just wasnt the right time for purgatory, the stakes were there but the vibe and the point in roleplay development for individual characters just.. wasnt it for me. I dont know what they have planned for the future so i cant say it shouldve happened later, but i think because of all the trips and vidcon the charas had just gotten to a point where they had started healing from their kids going missing only to be thrown into this, which can be a good point narratively but theres also a couple other things that kinda just didnt let it work out for me tbh

a lot of it was just the rules and events were weird? that probably makes no sense. but like from a viewer pov it felt like the characters were beta testers for this and the rules have been constantly changing, so its hard to get comfortable in. Like when theres a set of consistent rules teams are able to more accurately strategize and such and they couldnt really do that? so it just felt like weird improv the whole time which theyre very good at but it was just.. like idk unbalanced? thats a dif point that contributed

like etoiles pointed this out that they balanced the teams (not really imo) in game but not fandom-wise, like certain teams had a very large fanbase and certain others had a very small one, etc etc. And like for example blue team had much less people on consistently but by the time they realized that it was probably too late to change teams without an event like the one recently splitting green. I feel like the admins tried to mix up the players outside of their usual friend groups but it just kinda cut the ints in half? i know cellbit didnt wanna kill roier, bad was very isolated from all his regular friends and therefore nobody wanted to talk to him (he wasnt on their team), tubbo was kinda suffering because he couldnt use create. Red team was overwhelmingly loud, blue was crushingly quiet, green was... tbh not on a lot of the time. Not good to watch from most POVs

i could be wrong about a couple things but like this is my general feeling on it, odd timing and weird balancing combined with toxic fandoms caused by competitiveness within the streams kinda ruined it for me, you can only curate ur experience so much

I really like how you put the first part because it was also something that I had felt about the event but I couldn’t really pinpoint why? I’m sure that a lot of the planning came down to a lot of stuff we can’t see behind the scenes like trying to be mindful of the ccs/ admins schedules but scheduling purgatory so far out from the disappearance really changed a lot. Like I just got used to not having the eggs and being fine with that and a lot of the ccs did sort of move on/ adapt to it. Obviously most people want the eggs back safe but I think some novelty has worn off after being away from them for so long. I think purgatory would’ve had more of an effect if the wound was more fresh when purgatory took place it would’ve made the stakes higher and I don’t think as many people would be saying “oh I don’t care if the eggs die at this point just end purgatory.”

Also the rules changing I noticed too was really jarring from day to day. I feel like a lot of the qsmp is like this and it’s a product of the admins being quick to respond to complaints in general and changing things accordingly. In my ideal world where the admin team could’ve just run the event with a test group to almost like stress test the rules? but i doubt that’s a very viable option. It would’ve been nice to see teams strategize more than play off the cuff in the limited time frame they have I feel like that only really rewards people with spontaneous playstyles

I think a lot of the problems with balancing fanbases revolves around people not knowing how to act online. The qsmp has long stretches where there isn’t much character conflict so that’s attracted a lot of people who feel really attracted to one pov and just don’t know how to handle conflict. We’ve seen this stuff outside of purgatory like during the entirety of the elections arc and when characters have an insignificant argument in rp. I don’t think you could balance viewers while also balancing skill but its definitely a problem that exists and doesn’t really have a clean solution. Also I do think the division of teams was to encourage different people to interact or possibly drive more in rp angst but it did fall flat in ways that were unintended.

Overall I think a lot of purgatory was trying to cater to a lot of people at once but thats just not working. I enjoyed the event from the standpoint that no matter what the admins want a good audience experience and they wouldn’t intentionally let us down. This seems more like a fundamental flaw in the server maybe? That it’s just not structured to be doing competitive game in this format at the very least.

#i deleted the og post asking people for feedback bc i was worried id get ate alive in the rbs #i think i covered everything i agree with most of this a lot does need to be adjust at the very least.#i also think my enjoyment came from the competiton so i understand why you wouldn’t like it for that anon #thank you for having rhis discussion with me btw i appreciate it i found it interesting to see it from the other side.#qsmp discourse #qsmp discussion #qsmp purgatory

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annabellelupin · 9 months

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thoughts on rwarb (movie) now that I've actually finished it:

I really loved all of the Henry and Alex moments and they all felt so sweet and adorable and I honestly just loved those idiots. zahra was a favorite of mine in the book and I genuinely think the movie made me love her even more. it was pretty good overall but I really don't think it does the book justice. small cuts and changes are really normal with movie adoptions but they cut out important information and characters. june played a really important role as Alex navigated his feelings and I think it was wrong they cut her character. The same certainly goes for Rafael Luna, he played an important role in the election and without him Alex wouldn't have found out who leaked the emails (I really dislike how they changed that situation too). The whole deal with Alex already being aware he was into guys also bothered me a bit since seeing Alex discovering and accepting himself was another important thing early on in the book. I feel like we were robbed with both Henry and Alex's family issues. Alex's parents being divorced certainly affected his character and for some stupid reason they seemingly have his parents in a happy and healthily. Then there's the fact that Henry mentions Catherine is off "saving elephants" which I once again don't like since her absence due to her depression from losing her husband really affected Henry just as Alex's parents being divorced affected him. I also see no reason why they needed to cut out "The Powder Princess" deal and make Bea younger than Henry (especially seeing that it affected him a bit as well). Another thing that irritates me to no end is basically all of the queer rep involving the women in the story was cut. Amy is really openly a transwomen in the book and even had a wife (who's pansexual) and neither things about her were mentioned. Then Nora was pretty open about her queerness and how she was attracted to just about any gender (so assumingly pan or bi). It was even pretty much confirmed Nora and June were a couple in the bonus chapter of the special edition copy of the book and I don't believe her queerness is ever brought up, even when Alex comes out to her (originally she was the first person he went to about it because she was queer as well and I don't think the scene had the same feel with that missing). Even with June being cut she didn't need to end up with Pez and could have expressed her queerness. Something I wasn't all that thrilled about from the beginning was the casting for Henry and Alex. Now Henry's certainly wasn't too bad but Alex looks so much older than twenty two and I can not get over the fact that he's taller than Henry (casting is still one of my least concerns overall). The whole deal with the reporter Miguel didn't sit well with me well either. The fact that he essentially outed Henry and Alex as a queer man himself feels even more wrong than the emails getting leaked by Richards. I dont understand why they couldnt have stuck to the original plot there. I really did enjoy the movie and already plan on watching it again but I really hate how they went about a lot of things and cut such important things I loved about the book. I absolutely recommend it but sincerely think it does not do the book justice.

tl;dr

I really enjoyed the movie and honestly loved seeing Henry and Alex but it did not do the book justice and too many important things were cut imo

#rwarb #rwarb book #rwarb movie

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 3

trigger warning: reference to verbal/mental domestic abuse

Waiting In The Wings

Being in love was not something Daryl Dixon enjoyed. For the longest time, he denied the mere possibility of it, he never thought that somebody like him would experience such a thing. But when you arrived in his life, blinding in the most beautiful way, you changed everything. It was like Daryl’s world stopped, because it realised that it’s whole purpose was to revolve around you.

It was all the way back in Atlanta, he was out on a hunt when you arrived at the camp, and by the time he came back you’d already introduced yourself to everyone. As soon as you saw him, you walked over to him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen, and held out your hand.

“Hi! Im (Y/N), you must be Daryl! Rick told me all about you!” You were so cheerful, so genuinely happy to meet him, he couldnt believe it.

The scoff that passed Daryl’s lips was automatic, but unintentional, and the same can be said for the words that followed. “He tell ya t’ come talk to me too?”

You laughed, you genuinely laughed, as though you thought Daryl had been joking and not verbalising his own insecurities. “No, silly! I wanted to meet you myself, it’s only right, you’re part of the group and we’re new here, so-“

Daryl frowned at you. “We?”

You nodded. “Yeah, me and-“

A gruff voice shouted your name from within a tent, and you jumped, your smile falling as you turned to look at the man clambering into view behind you.

Daryl was angry, he couldnt help it, nor could he understand it. Such a pure joy had survived in you, but that man had the audacity to steal it whenever he made an appearance. That anger stayed with Daryl, but somehow it didnt keep you away. You chose to sit with him to eat whenever he wasnt away on a hunt, you made conversation with him wherever you could. He couldnt fathom it.

By the time the group found the farm, you’d managed to break through some of Daryl’s hard exterior. He allowed himself to enjoy your company, to actually have decent conversations with you that werent almost completely one sided from you. Whenever you were with Daryl, he made you laugh harder than anyone else, you never lit up quite like you did when he was around. The rest of the group noticed, of course, but they wouldnt dare interfere. And just like Daryl, they knew the asshole that was your boyfriend.

More times than Daryl could count, he’d found you sobbing silently, all by yourself in various places across the farm, in the dead of night. And every single time, he’d sit with you, wrap an arm around you, and wait. Sometimes, you wouldnt say anything, just cry it out, thank him, and go. But sometimes, you would tell him what had happened, what that fucker had done to make you cry this time. Daryl tried his absolute best not to be insensitive, not to tell you to “just leave him”, because he knew you too well, he knew that wouldnt get through to you. So he just listened, and comforted in the best way he knew how: protective silence.

The mornings after nights like that were always a little awkward, because you would walk up to Daryl like everything was fine, and he wouldnt be able to just play along.

“He doesnt hit me or anything, it’s fine.” You told him once while the two of you ate breakfast at his camp, a safe distance away from everyone else.

Daryl turned to look at you and you avoided his eyes, knowing you wouldnt like whatever he was about to say, because you knew it would be true. “Don’ downplay it, y’know it aint right. Hittin’ ya would just make it more obvious.”

But Daryl knew you too well. No matter how many times that asshole screamed in your face, threatened to leave you, called you every unholy thing under the sun...you couldnt leave him. You’d explained it to Daryl once before, completely by accident. You’d casually brought up how disconnected you felt to the world before, to who you were before all of this, and that your boyfriend felt like your one last living connection to both. It wasnt in Daryl’s heart to agree, but he understood. If you lost that last connection, you thought you’d lose everything, every trace of the person you were and the life you had, everything else you’d lost would go with him. Daryl didnt have that, but he didnt need to, because he had you as his best friend. It didnt matter that he didnt know you before, because he was head over heels with who you’d become.

Naturally, your boyfriend and Daryl did not get along. While Daryl’s disliking to him was justified, your boyfriend despised Daryl simply because he made you happy, and took you away from him, the man you were supposed to love. Time and time again, Daryl would see him yell in your face and you would cower away, but anytime your boyfriend tried to get at Daryl, you would lose it. He couldnt believe the first time he saw you give that fucker a piece of your mind.

“This piece of shit redneck aint got nothin’ on me, I could take him out in a heartbeat, and I will if I see him near you again!” Your boyfriend threatened, and Daryl took a step forward, ready to stand in front of you and defend himself, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Leave him the hell out of this! In fact, leave his name out of your mouth entirely, because if I hear you say shit like that again I’ll spin your fucking jaw.” You seethed, before storming past your boyfriend, deliberately slamming into his shoulder as you pulled Daryl away, leaving both men stunned.

It was an altercation just like that one which resulted in you and your boyfriend being separated when the farm fell. He’d found you and Daryl laughing together in a secluded part of the farm, and got so mad he stormed off into the wilderness. Nobody bothered to follow him, and you didnt see him again until you saw walkers tear his stomach open and pull his intestines out right in front of you.

Daryl had just been racing towards you on his bike to rescue you, but when he followed your eyes and witnessed that, then saw you start to go into hysterics before you fainted in the middle of the field, it was all or nothing. He jumped off his bike and ran to you, shoving walkers left and right to keep them away as he swung you up in his arms and ran with you back to his bike. He rode to the highway with Carol, while you laid unconscious between his body and the bike to keep you from falling.

That gorgeous smile, his favourite laugh in the world. They became distant memories. Daryl used to be able to make you smile and laugh more than anyone else, he could barely manage to bring them back most days. Even finding the prison didnt pull you out of the deep abyss you’d lost yourself in.

Daryl shares a cell with you in the prison now. Every single night, without fail, he hears you in the bunk above him, waiting until you believe he’s asleep before you let yourself break into a thousand pieces, sobbing as quietly as you can into your pillow until you pass out. Daryl has tried talking to you about it, but you just shrug it off, apologising lamely for potentially keeping him awake but never saying more than that. These days, you cant even make it out of your cell. Your only movement is travelling from your top bunk to Daryl’s bottom bunk once he’s no longer in it, because Hershel comes to check on you everyday and it’s much easier for him to talk to you when you’re in the bottom bunk. By no means is Hershel particularly trained in aiding this kind of thing, but he’s the wisest person in the prison, the most trusted one to deal with your fragile state, apart from Daryl. Other people come to visit you too, Rick drops by every once in a while, Beth and Maggie too. Daryl even brought Judith in to see you once, and you burst into tears at the sight of her, it was just too much for you.

Anytime Hershel goes to see you, Daryl waits down the corridor for Hershel to walk by, and tries to get him to give him an update on how you’re doing, or what you’ve said. Daryl is your best friend, there are some things you just cant tell him because it’ll hurt him to hear you’re in so much pain.

“How’s she doin’?” Daryl asks the moment Hershel rounds the corner. Hershel used to jump at the sight of Daryl waiting for him, but now he’s used to it.

He sighs. “It’s private, I will tell you no more than the fact that she doesnt want to end her life.”

That is music to Daryl’s ears, and he doesnt pester Hershel anymore, letting the wise man pass him by.

Hope is restored in Daryl then, and he forms a plan. It’s a very vague plan, but still a plan. Before now, he didnt know if there was any way for him to help, or if it was even possible, but hearing even the tiniest ray of a positive sign from Hershel gave Daryl the determination to try anything. He was already eating every meal with you because he knew even if you didnt feel like eating, you’d get hungry watching him eat and wouldnt be able to resist. But Daryl starts doing more. Every single day, he brings you a flower. Just one, everyday. Once he’s picked every flower within the fences, he goes beyond the fences everyday to bring back a single flower for you, not that he’d ever tell you that he potentially risks his life for that. The smile on your face, however small, is genuine whenever he brings you one, a smile so small that other people probably wouldnt even notice it, but Daryl does, and that alone makes it absolutely worth it.

His own smile lingers on his face as he patrols the fence, hours after giving you your daily flower and seeing a glimmer of you returning to yourself. The sun is setting, and Daryl’s just returning back to the prison doors when he sees something that stops him dead in his tracks. You, walking outside, squinting in the light and shielding your eyes. Daryl sprints up to you.

“Hey there sunshine! What’re you doin’ up?” His voice is soft with you, it always has been, but lately it’s been even softer because he knows how fragile you are.

You smile at him then, not quite your beaming bright smile, but almost. “Felt like it was time to get some air.”

Hershel’s standing behind you, smiling away like he knows something, because he does.

That night, you dont cry yourself to sleep.

Daryl waits until he hears soft snores before he allows himself to fall asleep, but your crying wakes him. You may not have cried yourself to sleep, but you started crying in your sleep.

Daryl stands up from his bunk and gently shakes you awake.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), wake up, yer alright.”

Once your eyes open and you realise where you are, you shakily climb down the ladder and Daryl picks you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“C’mere sweet girl, ‘s alright, yer alright, I’ve gotcha.”

He sits back in his bunk, letting you lie between his legs with your head on his chest, he plays with your hair and draws patterns on your arm to calm you down. It takes maybe fifteen minutes for your tears to stop, but he waits, and they do.

“It isnt grief that’s doing this.” You say suddenly, finding your voice.

“What?” Daryl asks, beyond confused by such a simple confession. Not once had he considered that you were dealing with anything else, he’d seen other people grieve, he saw what happened to his dad as a result of grief. The catalyst of this was the death of your boyfriend, how could it possibly be anything else?

“It’s guilt.” You say, only leaving Daryl with more questions.

“What d’ya mean?” He speaks into the dark, willing to wait forever if that’s what it takes for you to find the words you need. Much to Daryl’s surprise, though, it seems that you’ve been spending all this time in the prison finding the words, because you start speaking them right away.

“Seeing him die, it hurt, it made me feel like I’d lost something, but it didnt feel like I’d lost someone I loved. I didnt love him in the end, I couldnt. He was the last connection I had to the world before, but he was a dick, I knew that, and I was stupid to stay with him for the sake of nostalgia.” You shake your head, clearly disappointed in yourself, but Daryl is still confused as to why. “It isnt so bad because he definitely didnt love me either.” You say, reciting a truth you knew to be real, one that you’d recited to yourself time and time again while coming to terms with all of this.

“Then what are ya feelin’ so guilty about?”

Daryl questions, wondering if now that he knows it isnt grief at the root of this, whether there’s more he can do to help.

You take a deep breath. “I fell out of love with him long before finding your group, and it was only when I did that I realised, because I fell in love with someone else. Every single day, I knew it was there, but I ignored it, pushed it away. Seeing him die made me realise that I’d wasted so much time on him, if the one I loved had died in his place that night...” You shake your head frantically, wiping your eyes with balled fists before resting back against Daryl’s chest. “I should’ve admitted my feelings, to myself and to him. I feel guilty for not ending things with him, for not letting myself move on with someone who was so much better for me, for forcing that person to sit and watch me pretend to love someone else. And now I feel even worse, because while I’ve been stuck like this, the guy I’ve been scared to adore has been taking care of me.” You admit, and without needing to explicitly say it, the penny has dropped right in Daryl’s lap, where you lay nestled and nervous, awaiting his response as you awkwardly stare off into the dark.

After a few minutes of silence, Daryl speaks up. “‘m guessin’ yer not talkin’ about Hershel?”

You chuckle at that, your first laugh in what feels like an eternity, and Daryl’s heart sings. Shaking your head again, you snuggle back into Daryl, neither of you needing to say anything else. Soon enough, you both fall into the most peaceful sleeps you’ve ever had.

Daryl doesnt make a move on you, it isnt the right time, he knows that. Regardless of what you’ve said tonight, you need to heal, you need to be completely in the right mind before you make a decision like that. And he’ll wait. Even if he’s been head over heels in love with you since day one, he has all the patience in the world when it comes to you.

You also know that you need to heal, and you give yourself the time to do just that. After that night, the two of you stay close friends, but there’s a little something hiding behind shy smiles and small glances. It doesnt go further than that for a while, because it doesnt need to.

Until one day, when the two of you are out on a run. Daryl’s noticed that you’ve become yourself again. The you that previously only appeared in front of him, she’s now everywhere, in front of everyone, all the time. And he isnt jealous, because the rest of the world deserves to see the beautiful person he always knew you were. Before, if you werent with Daryl you were with your boyfriend, but now you talk to everyone without fear, without worry, and with so much joy.

He sees it as you’re humming and dancing to yourself as you walk in front of him, completely in your own world.

You smile and point up at the sky “Look! That cloud looks like an arrow! We should follow it.”

And then you’re sprinting off in that direction, making Daryl laugh as he runs after you. When you get a certain distance, you stop with your back to him.

“This is it.” You state, nodding to yourself.

“This is what?” Daryl questions, having no idea what you’re referring to in any capacity.

“Where the arrow was leading us.” You explain, still not turning around.

“Where are we?” Daryl asks, looking around to try and find anything worth coming to this specific part of the forest for.

You slowly turn around, that beaming bright smile plastered in your face, with rosy cheeks framing it on either side. You are the most beautiful person he’s ever known.

“I was thinking the destination of our first kiss, if you want it to be.” You suggest shyly, somehow managing to hold Daryl’s gaze.

Your own smile draws his out, and he strides over to you, hesitating just before he gets to you, causing you to grab the collar of his vest and pull him down to your lips. Daryl is so careful with you, he always has been, but his kisses show you an entire new plain of his adoration for you. His hands meet at the small of your back, pulling you closer as you tug at his hair, your lips forming words that would make angels blush. And you should know, because when you break apart, both of you are blushing, too.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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