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Hi!! I wanted to make a request if you're taking them right now! (Sorry if you aren't, feel free to just ignore!!((in love with your writing by the way it's amazing)))

My idea is Zhongli with a partner who is very usually very cheery and chaotic but very emotionally closed off. Until they get drunk for whatever reason and sobbing to Zhongli about how much they're in love with him and how he's the best thing that ever happened to them etc.

Basically just very mushy drunk reader.

Anyway, hope you're doing well, make sure to drink water and be nice to yourself!

truth serum [gn/m.reader]

asmsiskdkcmeimcwdc?? not me absolutely having fun with this godsend ask. like. tysm anon. i love it. you have no idea how amazed and happy i am to see this ask. good shit. another big brained anon ftw. also i hope i did it some justice 😭 i really enjoyed writing their chemistry,, it’s so cute hehe

𖦹 a pinch of angst, drinking, alcohol, an attempt at a cute scenario

In all the years that Zhongli has known you, there was nothing short of joy and amusement that you brought into his life. Since the day he met you up on one of the mountains he’s shaped and created, you’ve enticed him and drew him in so effortlessly and he complied, growing closer like a moth to a flame. You were the sun that everybody looked forward to — him more so.

And he wasn’t wrong with his judgment, you gave what you offered. You were the gentle glow and the warmth that radiated on the nights that he’s cold. Always blessing him with that smile of yours — how ironic was it that he was the famed archon, and yet he looked to you and worshipped you far more than anyone in the people of Liyue could ever do so with him. To him, you were the unsung deity, the person that deserved a throne but never needed one, your benevolence exceeded anyone’s expectations and anyone wouldn’t be ashamed to have you.

You are Zhongli’s pride and joy, the only one capable of forging the embers of passion that sweltered within him. You are his everything.

And even with such a kind attitude, you were no downer. You exhibited a form of exuberance that immediately drew everyone in. With that warming smile of yours, everyone wanted to be near you for a chance (though Zhongli still with the characteristics of the draconic Morax would refuse anything closer, you were his even before he staked his claim).

Said exuberance of yours often turned you into a mad riot — a whirlwind of pure excitement that anyone could barely keep up with. Zhongli had to stifle a quiet laugh when he had to come get you from Wanmin restaurant, Guoba scolding you as you tried to beat Xiangling on who can eat the most Jueyun Chilis. You lost to young girl, but Xiangling wasn’t doing any better. You tried to reason out that you were losing on purpose, but with your labored breathing and your adorably red face, Zhongli could tell otherwise.

Often times, Zhongli would get dragged into such schemes, to the point that he has to save you from plummeting down into Osial’s prison when you tried to propose to him to be your lover in the stone forest. It truly was memorable for all the wrong (and right) reasons.

You’ve endeared him when you took the leap of faith and came to him with open arms, ready to finally have him after the long-winded pining, the hinting glances he would give you, and the way the former archon only seems to care about you and only you far more than anyone else.

Being with you was nothing short of delightful. Everyday, Zhongli would wake up to your breathtaking smiles and home-cooked breakfast. You entertained his endeavors and stories that could last for days, even making remarks of your own. You bought him trinkets that ranged from something simple, to something he knew even Tartaglia’s bank would quiver at. You were perfect.

Well. Generously speaking.

By all means, you weren’t a bad partner or a lover, you gave him everything, from the material possessions, down to the intimate moments you and him shared.

It was only that there are times, when Zhongli would be left in the silence of your shared home, he would zone into those moments that were so intimate emotionally and found… that it was only him that ever shared the appreciations, the loving gratitude, and the genuine love that he feels for you. And you accepted it wholeheartedly, only to turn the other way and continue on with what you’re doing.

It worried him greatly.

Even more when his thoughts were proven right as you held him so closely as you and him laid under the shade of the tree, with him comfortably resting on top of you. He could hear your heartbeat from your chest, as he laid his ear on it, quiet thumping can be heard and if he were to listen close enough, there was a timber of kindness and love inside it.

He sighed, content and at peace within your arms, “I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated life more than now…”

“Hm? Why do you say that?” You asked, hands slowly removing itself from his waist as you played around with the strands of his hair. “You’re not dying on me, are you?” You jested and he only scoffed with no malice. Ever the joker you are, it’s ridiculous how he fell for such charms.

“I am merely appreciating the finer things in life. Madame Ping has urged me to talk more about it,” a mere white lie for him to coax out your vulnerability. Madame Ping was far too aware of his happiness now that he has you — she was always the one on the receiving end of his talk of fondness about you.

“Oh? Then what makes you appreciate this life then?”

“Complications are far behind me now that I’m no longer the one in control… everything feels so much simpler yet so intricate,” he looked up at you, chin resting on your chest as he flashed you a small smile. “All of it because now I have you. I love you, [Name]. I would give you all the stars if I could, and slay a thousand beasts to keep you from harm… you are my everything and without you, I can no longer see myself as something…”

He watched with glee as your eyes widened at his words, no doubt taken by surprise. Zhongli can feel it, your vulnerability, ready to bare itself to him with the same level of intimacy as he’s displayed. Just that, and he can be the most content man in the world.

“I— ah, that’s good.”

Zhongli blinked owlishly as you stumbled over your words. Struggled even. He felt your muscles tense up beneath him.

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy, dearest.”

He couldn’t shield you from the way his eyes flashed a smidge of hurt at your response. And you weren’t an idiot. A bit reckless to the point of trouble following you, sure, but you were far from ignorant. Especially to your lover. You frowned a little and tilted his chin up, “Hey now, don’t make that face. I’m glad you’re feeling okay in the life that you’ve been living. And I love you too,” you tried to salvage what you could but even you were aware at how lacking it was.

Zhongli wasn’t unappreciative of your efforts, but he could only nod and stomach the gnawing worry inside him as he felt your lips brush against the skin of his forehead. Surely there’s a way to pry you open, right? There was something holding you back… and he doesn’t know what.

He was aware already that despite how accepting you seem, no one has ever seen you so vulnerable. You were an individual so full of life, but you never once wore your heart on your sleeves. And if people could look past those smiles of yours that are just so full of life, they would’ve known just how closed off you truly are. It was confusing, really, and Zhongli was starting to doubt things.

If he can’t even know your true feelings… then what’s stopping you from suddenly going up and leaving, only to never come back? Zhongli was heartbroken at the thought, he can’t lose you, not in a million years and even more than that.

But how… in Teyvat is he going to pry you open?

“ALCOHOL!!”

Zhongli almost yelped as he watched the poor you crash into the cobble streets of the harbor, jolting at the sight of the infamous Crux Captain on top of your back, with an incredibly huge smile on her face. He grimaced at your weak groan. He knows you can stomach a little pain. He knows that after he watched you confront Azhdaha to help the traveler into coaxing him to give them some materials for something important.

“[Name]!! I’ve arrived with a hundred souvenirs and a thousand more kegs! Courtesy of the rich lady up top, of course.” Beidou cackled as she finally got off of you, helping you up to your feet. “Oh! Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me borrowing your beloved for awhile!” She winked at Zhongli… but from her one eye, it only seemed like a mere blink.

Zhongli tilted his head a little as the look of confusion crossed his features, “Pardon? What do you mean by that, Captain Beidou?”

You dusted off the last bits of dust on your clothing and laughed a little, “Ah, I almost forgot. Y’see, before Beidou left, she told me I owe her a challenge.”

“A challenge?” The former archon cocked an eyebrow.

“A challenge!” Beidou parroted with a loud laugh, patting your back rather strongly to the point that you almost went back down to kiss the ground. “I challenged [Name] into the greatest drinking contest ever! Them against me, of course! It’s finally time for us to prove who’s the one that can hold the most liquor in the world!”

Zhongli looked at you questioningly, and you returned it with a shrug, “It’s what she wanted. And she won’t leave me alone until I say yes. If I didn’t I probably wouldn’t have been able to leave the ship.”

“Like there was even a chance for you to say no!” Beidou laughed again before patting your back and Zhongli’s shoulder, “Alright, I’ll see you in Liuli Pavilion! The booze is waiting and I don’t want my rival backing out!”

You had to rub your back from the soreness and sighed, “Though I doubt she’ll win, you have to admire the captain’s spirit. It’s hard not to honor her request.”

Zhongli stepped nearer and fixed up the lapels of your suit, smiling a little, “You know it’s a rather unfair match, right? While the Captain is amazing, you’re basically impossible to even get drunk.”

“That may be true, but hey, who knows?”

Who knows, indeed — is what all Zhongli could say as he gawked at the many barrels of alcohol that were stacked upon each other. The captain was not kidding, she secured barrels of it even, and the spark of glee that was within her eyes was relatively alarming. He merely tagged along so he can at least help clean up, but now curiosity was lingering at the back of his mind.

He’s never once seen you drunk. Often times, it’ll be him already mumbling about on the occasions that you and him would go out and drink to unwind (often in the company of one harbinger who would always challenge you and subsequently lose). He’s even seen you offer a handicap and drink Snezhnaya’s fire water in one bottle and Tartaglia still got wasted first.

You simply held your alcohol so well. Zhongli figured maybe this was the reason for Beidou’s challenge, to finally outdo you.

And Zhongli would have called it a night if it hadn’t turned for the unexpected.

But before that, expectantly, Beidou was out. She couldn’t beat you, and probably not even a million years. But she managed far more than any other human out there, swigging drink after drink with little to no care, keeping up with you all the more. It was almost inhuman, really, to see her empty the huge beer glass with so much gusto, the accompanying snacks as chasers left to the crew members who were also around to witness their captain’s victory.

And when she finally tapped out, surprisingly, you… you were already drunk.

Zhongli waited in bated breath as you and him were the only ones awake in the establishment. He was positive even the owners had to have dozed off with how long this competition has been going on already.

“Z…Zhooooong…zhongzhong…” you murmured and he was already by your side in a flash.

“Dear? Are you alright?” The concern inside him was quelled as he watched your flushed cheeks brighten even more. You’ve had one too many to the point that you were barely coherent. He was surprised to say the least — seeing you so feverish and so drunk.

“Zhonnnngggzzzzzzzli,” he blinked as you looked up, letting go of the beer glass you had in your hand. “Did I… win?”

“Sure did. We’re the only ones awake.” He laughed.

You raised a wobbly and weak fist in victory, “H….Hhhh…. Y-Yep. D-Das’right… I am the… undefeated champ,” your fist landed softly on the back of Beidou’s head, bonking her slightly with a slurred grin, “Take that… you… sea lady thing…”

Zhongli sighed a little, it was definitely in your fashion to get yourself into this kind of situation. Definitely your style to agree to something as ridiculous as a drinking contest and get drunk for the very first time. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, “I will go get you some water and carry you home, yes?” He said and you nodded.

Only that when he did stand up to get water, you pulled him back down from his coattails, making him sit on your lap.

“[Name], I…”

“Shhhshshshshhh, no. Shush.” You huffed, enveloping his waist with your arms as you buried your face into his chest. He let out a breath, “Shush.” You chided and Zhongli obliged, trying to breathe quietly… however that’s done.

You and him stayed in silence, and he relished in the feeling of you within him. It was a sight to behold, something he will definitely remember for all eternity.

“Zhongli…” you murmured into the fabric of his coat, he only let out a quiet hum in response, playing with your hair like you did with him before. “I love you.”

“I know, dear. And I lo—”

“No!” You suddenly yelled and one of the crew members stirred at your volume, but you could care less. You lifted your head from his chest and held his shoulders, pulling him back a little as you looked at him square in his eyes. “I. Really. Love. You.”

Zhongli smiled a little and nodded. But you cut him off before he could say it back again, “I don’t think you realize just… how much… I love you. It’s ridiculous. I love you so much that it’s soooo annoying,” you drawled and the former archon had to wonder what you meant.

Lucky him that you were going to tell anyway. It seemed as though a moment of sobriety and clarity came upon you, as your lazy slurring left your system while you spoke.

“You… are probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I know I don’t say it much, but,” you hiccuped and Zhongli only then saw the tears cascading down your face, “I really, really, really love you so much. You have no idea how much it broke me when I saw your face before. You looked so sad, Zhongli, so, so, soooo sad. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before, love. I don’t know what came over me, and I—!”

“Oh dear,” an airy chuckle left Zhongli’s parted lips as he watched you suddenly break open the emotions you held in your indestructible dam, flowing through like the tears in your eyes.

“I just— I just… I just!!! I just love you so much, man! Y-You treat me so well and give me all that I hope for!” You wailed so dramatically and Zhongli had to wonder if anyone woke up (he hopes not for the sake of your dignity and that he only wishes to be the only man to see this side of you), “Zhongli, I will marry you. It’s not even a want to do kind of thing anymore, I-I feel like if I don’t have you, I will die.”

It wasn’t even your intention, but soon tears pricked at the ends of his eyes, sniffling at your display, “Let’s hope we do not come to that point, yes?”

You pouted a little, “…Yes… Anyway… I’m… sorry I couldn’t say much… it’s hard for me, I guess,” you confessed and Zhongli understood. He always will for you. “But please understand… that if I also could, I would bring you not just stars but all worlds, that for your safety, I will not just kill a thousand threats but also build the strongest home… I will do it all for you…”

Suddenly, the fears within Zhongli were quelled and sent away as you finally gave out, letting him know that his worries were nothing but anxiety and that he will always have a place in your heart. He could feel his cheeks warm at your proposition earlier of tying the knot, even he couldn’t resist the giddiness that flooded his system at your drunken promise. It was enough for him to know that you still loved him even when it was expressed through a drunken honesty.

“…I love you… Zhongzhong…” you took your final shred of consciousness to breathe out your little declaration, eyes finally closing as you gave into the blissful slumber.

He cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips with a content smile, “I love you too, [Name].”

Zhongli was right about himself when you finally laid your feelings to him so openly. Because right now, he can confidently claim that he is most content man in the world.

#this fic is just me flexing my high alcohol tolerance too #shsjsidmc #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x gn reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

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dulcewrites · 1 year

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Fool Me Once (part 6)

Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x reader (kind of lol), Aegon ii x reader, Rhaenyra x Alicent if you squint

Summary: You unlock new information as you descend for Dragonstone

A/N: sooo we are getting into the fun part (imo).. the character study and canon divergence! Just fair warning that this story is not going to go exactly like f&b or like the show. There will be elements taken from both. Can go ahead and let y’all know this will not be about who sits in the end, but more the chaos to get there. This also means different povs which is exciting. This chapter is sort of prepping everything for the next phase 😎

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“This seems like a convoluted plan, just for end goal for Aegon to be King,” Helaena sits in the middle of you chambers watching you pack.

“It is not about Aegon being king,” you reply, inspecting one your dresses. You scrunch you nose up and put it back in the closet. Perhaps it is best to stay away from green during your stay.

It may not be the story you told the Hand when he gave you the go ahead to leave. He thinks this whole plot is to lure Rhaenyra into a false sense of hope. Have her taste the thing she has wanted for so long before she fails miserably. This goes far beyond Aegon at this point. Him being king would just be a unexpected change. The rightful choice in the eyes of some. The crumbling of the realm in others.

“Upsetting the succession now could lead to upheaval,” Helaena does not seem to believe you.

“Do you really think I care about Rhaenyra’s reign when my kids are involved?”

It comes out more snappy than you intended. Helaena’s shoulders drop a bit. You know Helaena is just as protective over her kids as you are of yours. If there was a chance to strike the people who hurt them, she’d take the same shot. But, you know she is worried about what Aegon being king means for her family. You sigh and run your hand over your face. Putting down the clothes, you walk and sit next to her.

“We have given ourselves enough for this family and for the realm,” you whisper. “I am done with that.”

It sounds bratty, and selfish. You have given up so much, so has Helaena and Alicent, and yet you all are still expected to take things with a smile. Pretty, accommodating, and benevolent that you have the Targaryen name. Or in your case, that you can marry someone with that last name and everything that comes with it.

If you take the swing and miss, so be it. Sitting idle while those walk all over you has done nothing but put you and your children’s safety in danger. Your natural softness taken for weakness.

“And… Queen Helaena does not have bad ring to it,” you nudge her playfully, and she snorts in reply.

“Maybe Aemond will be king, and you’ll be queen,” it’s said in a teasing tone but then she grows a bit serious. “Aegon would probably give it up… if he got something in return.”

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. Neither of them are ready to rule, but then again who is. Aegon would make a charismatic, even forbearing king; he has a disarming way about him that would work in his favor. Though, his inability to check his emotions would get in the way. He goes by the sound of his heart, and whims of his desires. Aemond, your painfully pragmatic husband, would rule dogmatically. But his inability to emote or to be empathetic would make him volatile… maybe even cruel.

Then you have Rhaenyra, the Realm’s Delight. Even from when you were young, all you ever heard was how lovely she is. Never how smart or capable she is to rule; it always went back to her beauty and her fiery nature. You still do not know if that was her unfortunate lot in life because of her gender or rather no one can praise her readiness, because she simply is not. And her case is not helped in your eyes with someone like Daemon in her corner.

One thing they do share is an incompetent father, so any hopes for learning how it is done was quickly diminished. Sitting on the Iron Throne may not be something that can be taught. Viserys came after Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s long reign. A reign considered to be a successful one, and Viserys seemingly picked up nothing about being proactive.

You take a good look at Helaena. If it someone you will whole heartedly miss while away, it is your good sister. Helaena, who is everything good about the Targaryen name: warm, loyal, and untamed. But also kind, and way more analytical than people give her credit for. Helaena the Dreamer… Helaena the Great.

“We could make it so you could rule.”

She gives your proposition a scrunched up face, and laugher. Sharp and bright. You know she has no desire to rule, but you can not help but think she would be good at it.

“If that is the case, you have to rule with me,” she takes your hand with a soft smile.

You imagine a world where all the men have rode off to fight their war. The women left to rule over a piles of ash, tired small folk, and elusive nobility. Two queens - just you, Helaena, and the children.

What a life to live.

A knock on the door interrupts Aemond’s reading.

“Do not come in,” he does not even look up from the book. Despite his wishes, a head of short silvery hair pops in. “I said do not come in.”

Aegon pays his brother no mind, breezily waltzing into Aemond’s study. He sits in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk with a sigh, as if he was begrudgingly summoned. Aemond tries to go back to reading, but it is hard to when his brother is staring at him expectedly.

Large, expecting eyes boring into him. He hates how much he looks like their mother in certain lights.

“What,” he finally snaps, and Aegon just smiles softly. In that warm way that makes people feel like they can let their guard down. Aegon always had way of making people feel like they are in on the joke he about to tell. Aemond has learned not to fall for the smile; he’s been on the other side of the joke too much to trust it.

“Are you going to see your wife off,” Aegon keeps his tone even, not giving anything away. His voice lifting a bit when he says wife.

Aemond tries equally hard not to let his mask slip. “No, she said it would better to do that behind closed doors.”

Something about him sending you off would defeat the purpose of it looking like you are upset enough to leave. Aemond had felt his eye glaze over a bit when you were explaining everything. When he first lost his eye, he would get head-splitting headaches. He hated taking milk of the poppy for them. Criston would tell him to turn his brain off, try not to think of the pain.

He finds himself still doing it to this day. Whenever he feels that tingle in the back of head, he clears his mind. For someone who constantly has things racing through his mind, he has gotten surprisingly good at it.

He had felt a cool hand on his forehead. You have that look in your eye you had said, hand traveling towards his cheek. You do that to Daella and Alaric too. He does not know if it a mother thing, or just a you thing.

It broke him out of his self-inflicted daze, just like how Aegon’s humming interrupts his thoughts of you now.

“I suppose that is best,” Aegon leans back in the seat casually. Aemond just sighs, waiting for the next stone to turn. He knows his brother did not come just to ask that especially when he could have just asked you himself.

Aegon seems to be lit from within. As each day passes, his brother shifts into a different person. The difference makes it hard for anyone to be upset at the cause of Aegon’s new attitude. A happy Aegon is not something anyone should take for granted.

“Is that all,” Aemond would like to get out of this conversation with his headspace in tact. The disarming charm of Aegon is often followed by deep disappointment.

Even with Aegon’s new disposition, the two of them still cannot see things the same. The deeply hidden flickers of hope Aemond has for reconcilement between him and his brother leave his body slowly but surely. It is better that way. Hold no hope, and the let down never comes.

The mirth that radiates off Aegon switches quickly.

“I just hope it was all worth it in the end,” his tone is sharp, and cold. Aemond instinctively flitches as Aegon’s large eyes bore into him. He hates how much Aegon looks like their mother in certain lights. It feels like he’s being scolded by her.

“But then again, how could it be? You have been living a great love affair that turns out to be a farce,” Aemond’s eye twitches a bit. “It is something I have always loved about you, brother. You always do things with all your might. No half battles for you; even in your fuck ups.”

And he hates how deeply his brother makes him feel. Skin crawling childhood memories rush over him. If it is one thing Aemond hates, it is the feeling of being backed into a corner.

“No whore, and wife and children to descend away with our sister and her bastards.”

For a moment, Aemond thinks about lunging over the desk at Aegon. But he knows exerting strength over Aegon does nothing now, not the way it did many moons ago when Aemond had his growth spurt. Just another notch in the post of things that made the brothers resent each other.

That reason seems silly compared to the others.

He knows Aegon is not just doing this for you, he enjoys the taunting in the way only a brother would. The same way only siblings would worry and focus on what one has over the other. A childish mindset that neither of them grown out of unfortunately.

They will always measure themselves against each other. Aegon with Aemond’s relationship with their mother. Aemond watching Aegon squander and relinquish any want for power or duty that could be attached to his name. And now you.

The words crawl up Aemond’s throat, and itch his tongue. He wants to say it so badly, what he has been thinking about ever since a couple of nights ago.

“You never even wanted her till she was upset with me,” Aemond blurts. He sounds like child. How he did when he would go to Alicent, near tears, when he was younger.

When he was young, he dreamed for the day to be older, more reassured, not to feel so small. Now he is older, and free feeling he wanted still had not come. Sometimes Aemond has to pinch himself. On the arm, on his thigh, or even on the stomach; he must remind himself that he was not one and ten anymore. He is a man grown.

Some days the pinching works. Or he hears Alaric’s babbling in the room, and he brought back to reality. He is painfully grounded to the situation when he looks at his children. Other days, like today, he thinks of you and prays for the days when he was younger and his biggest worry was gaining a dragon.

A thought he never expected to have.

Occasionally, he wishes he were Helaena. His sister has expressed the grief that comes with her visions, but Aemond would gladly switch places. If it is one thing their foolish father was right about, it is that the power of dragons is nothing compared to the power of prophecy. A dragon cannot makeup for the pure magic that has been left behind. Alys taught him that as well.

He pinches himself extra hard at thought of her.

If he could master the magic of his ancestors, he could go back and change so many things. He wonders how much good he could do… or how much damage.

Aegon does not bother to give Aemond a rebuttal to that comment. Just lets the easy smile he had on before reappear on his face. He can tell by the look on Aemond’s face that he is unraveling. Aegon might gotten their mother’s face, but Aemond got her ability to be a prisoner to their own thoughts.

“We just better hope not a single hair on her head is harmed while she is there.”

Aegon gets up and leaves after that. They important part is left unsaid and implied. I’ll come after you if she gets hurt. This is your fault.

Aemond knows his brother will just be one person in a line of people who would want his head if this all blows up in your face. That is alright.

Perhaps the brothers do have one thing in common. If something does happen, he just might beat everyone to the punch on that one.

You had expected Otto to tell Alicent about you going to Dragonstone. But, the worried look she gave you when you mentioned it told you otherwise.

It affirmed to you that he was going to leave his daughter in the dark for as long as possible. You could not decipher if it was for her feelings and safety or because he knew Alicent would shut down any activity that could be seen as treasonous to Rhaenyra’s claim.

It took Rhaenyra, who Alicent had convinced to stay a few more days, telling her that it was Baela and Rhaena’s idea to calm Alicent’s anxious attitude. Reiterating that it would be nice to have you and Daella around to balance out the male energy at Dragonstone. The lie slid out of Rhaenyra’s mouth with ease. She had given you a knowing look.

You knew better than to think Rhaenyra would tell Alicent it was because of Aemond, the reason she believes, but the easy nature in which she deceives Alicent does make you sad.

The easy nature in which everyone deceives Alicent makes you sad. And now even you are not above that.

To get rid of that sick feeling in your stomach, you convince yourself Alicent knows better than to believe everything that comes out of Rhaenyra’s mouth. The same way you believe Rhaenyra knows better than to tell Alicent the whole truth. This is how their relationship is. Half truths and arguments. Pining and pushing. You can tell by the way they smile at one another that in the end it will always be them for each other; lies and all.

Sadism and Masochism in a different kind of way.

“The King and I will miss seeing the kids,” Alicent remarked.

You had to hold back a grimace. Daella and Jaehaera would often go and see their grandsire, at his behest. Hear him ramble on and on about whatever he could remember that day; often old histories. Daella has told you she hated it because he ‘smelled foul’. The statement had made Aegon cry with laughter.

Viserys had only seen Alaric twice since his birth. The first time you had to drag Aemond with you. Juggling two big babies that day.

You had watched Aemond bite back a sneer the entire time. Even Alicent made a face when Viserys mumbled something about Alaric already having a warrior spirit like his father. You supposed you cannot blame them for their apprehension. The jovial tone of his voice nothing like what Aemond heard growing up. It only leaves a bitter taste in everyone’s mouth.

You wanted to say Viserys’ delusions were illness driven, only getting worse with age. But he has always underestimated the damage he did with his kids. Viserys underestimates a lot of things.

The second time he saw Alaric, your sweet boy had decided to spit up all over the King. Then it was Aemond’s turn to laugh.

Viserys is so out of the loop. He seems to think your trip to Dragonstone was a testament to his grand showing for Rhaenyra. That his dinner speech moved you to the point of wanting to connect to the other of your husband’s family.

It is assumed that using Baela and Rhaena as a cover was not fully convincing to Alicent.

“Space can be a treasure at times,” Alicent whispered to you, squeezing your hand. “A new beginning once you get back.”

All you could do was hum in acknowledgment and try to smile. You cannot help but wonder how Alicent will respond if you get tangible proof that Rhaenyra had something to do with Alys. Would it ruin the move to reconciliation? Would it even matter by the time Rhaenyra is to take the throne?

If you cannot dwell too much; one foot in front of the other. The preparations to set sail with Rhaenyra were all prepped.

Your night was interrupted by a knock at the door. The knuckles on the door tapping to the tune of a Braavosi song you like. Aegon.

You have to bite back a smile. The two of you have not talked since the night of the dinner. It is a strange ordeal. Going from purposely ignoring each other’s existences to now a few days of not speaking feeling foreign. He sticks his head in with a sheepish look.

Men will always come back with their tails tucked between their legs when they think it is worth it

Your mother’s words playing your head. Instead of focusing Aegon, your mind drifts to Aemond. You know it is a point of contention for them, but it is hard not to compare them. Especially when they act so differently at times. To see Aemond grovel would be a sight. Perhaps he has before… just not for you.

He says nothing when he comes in, eyes fluttering over your pale blue night gown. You sigh, tying your robe around you. For all Aegon can be when he tries - sweet, observant, loyal to a fault. He’s still same boy in his bones; easily swayed by pretty things.

“Yes, Aegon?”

He still does not say anything, instead, he pulls a small box out of his pocket and hands it to you. Shy like a child trying to evade a scolding. You narrow your eyes at him, but still open the box.

Inside was dainty chain silver. Hanging from it was a bright yellow stone surrounded by pale pink ones. You shoulders slump. It’s beautiful, and entirely too much. Much like the man who is trying to give it to you.

“Is this your attempt at an apology,” you give a weak laugh.

“No,” he waves that notion off. “I am not going to apologize for vocalizing how bad of an idea I think this is. Though I know there is no stopping you once you set your mind to something.”

You know it would be hypocritical to judge Aegon and Aemond’s paranoia towards their older sister. She has not given them a reason to have faith in her. Neither has their uncle, who only seems to show up in moments of chaos. Those feelings are reciprocated by Rhaenyra and her family towards them.

“Think of it as more of a promise,” he walks towards to you, and the box suddenly feels like it weighs as much as a horse.

Chewing on the side of you cheek, you shake your head. “I cannot accept this Aegon. You are very kind but… I cannot.”

You never want to think the worst of people; even Aegon, who you have an admittedly rocky past with. It has never been your nature, till recently. Gifts leading to promises; promises leading to expectations you don’t know if you can handle. The affection of people in the Red Keep, especially the men, constantly wane.

It is hard not to blame your mother for how you feel right now. For every drop of wisdom she instilled in you, she left touches of fragility and fear. She made sure to reiterate the importance of having powerful people, specifically powerful men, in your corner but never explained what do to when the debt comes due.

It may not be what Aegon meant but these thoughts plague you often as loyalties shift. Even the most attentive, and helpful people want something in return. What happens when those expectations can not be met? Does the goodwill dry up?

Sensing your nerves, gently takes your wrist pulling you closer. “You are not alone in this. We are all here if you need to get out of there,” he pauses for a moment before cracking a smile. “Even Aemond would hop on Vhagar if something happened.”

You raise a brow, not knowing if this is him trying to cheer you up or if he genuinely believes it. You actually think the old beast probably likes you more than your husband most days. You hold back a shudder thinking about your first meeting with Vhagar. Beady eyes following you before huffing in approval. You remember the smell of sheep on her breath.

“She likes you!” Aemond seemed so happy she did.

Things were simpler back then. Mindless courting and no pain. You had fooled yourself into thinking everything would work itself out.

As if he heard you two speaking about him, the sounds of heavy boots echo through the halls.

As if a spell had been broken, Aegon lets go of your wrist giving you.

“Remember aim for the jugular or heart, and drive through.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. Criston had preached no mercy during their lessons, and it seems to be the only thing that stuck with Aegon.

Aemond interrupts you two by coming in, stopping in his tracks when he sees you both. He blinks blankly before sighing and going over to sit.

“Have fun with that,” Aegon whispers, before leaving.

You realize he never takes back the necklace. Think of it as a promise. He never told you what that promise was.

———

When Aemond was young, he over heard his grandsire speaking to his mother about him.

“You coddle him too much Alicent,” his voice gravely. “He is never going to grow up hiding beneath your skirts. It’s probably why he had not gained a dragon yet.”

She just stood and took it because that is what his mother always does when it comes to her father, or with Viserys. She had learned the art of taking everything and internalizing it. And then she wonders why he children do the same.

Aemond is master of it. He adds to the list of things he has grown quite good at. Along with his training with the sword, and his ability to retain things he learned through reading. Showing any emotion has only failed him over the years.

The only time he finds reprieve is at night.

The dreams tend to be the same each night. You standing over him, Dark Sister in hand, and unbridled hatred in your eyes. Aemond cannot call them nightmares in good faith; he finds them too entertaining for that. He does not know how you got the sword, but that is just another exciting part about the dreams. His mother did always say he had a morbid sense of humor.

The image of you having blade to him breaks up the monotony of life. In fact, he is sure he likes dream you more than the one he sees everyday. Dream you lacks the shiny luster that the real you carries. There is something so unapologetic about the look of disgust on your face. Some nights you slit his throat, quick and to the point. A merciful kill. Other times you take his other eye. The chambers ablaze; he sees and feels the heat before everything goes dark.

“Aemond, are you listening to me,” you sigh, breaking him out of his thoughts.

All he can do is look at you. You look ethereal, back lit by the fires throughout the room. Unwavering stares is all he can give you these days. In the early days of your marriage, you used to look away when the looks were to much. Now, you just stare back; eyes tired yet soft. Perhaps it is the inability for you harden yourself that makes the dreams so welcomed. He selfishly wants you to debase yourself the way he has. Aemond knows it is in there, but you are too smart to let it show in that way.

Maybe you will come back from Dragonstone, with untamed loathing in your heart, and Dark Sister attached to you. The spirits of the mad Targaryens that roam Dragonstone compelling you to snap. The dream you and the real one will merge into something terrifyingly beautiful.

What a way that would be to go.… in fire and blood.

The departure from King’s Landing went as smoothly as you could hope. Alicent and Helaena saw you off with sad smiles. The ship pulled off, and it felt like a momentary breath of relief. Sometimes you felt locked away in the King’s Landing

“Quite watchful, is she not,” Rhaenyra laughed. At first you thought she was speaking about Alicent. You turned towards the Red Keep to see Vhagar flying a comfortable distance behind. “She will turn back, right?”

You nod perplexed, watching as Daella waves at Vhagar.

You think back to laughing when Aemond asked if Daella would miss him, and she replied with a shrug and reminded him to feed Vhagar extra sheep while she is away. His sour disposition melts when she gives him a kiss on the cheek before she sprinted to say goodbye to her cousins. You try not to shift awkwardly when he kisses you on the cheek and tells you to be safe.

Eventually Vhagar does turn back, after circling the ship a couple of times.

You go to put Alaric down for a nap in one of the bottom room. When you first had him, his silence used to worry you. Often you found yourself leaning over his cot to see if he was still breathing. He sleeps like the dead, and stares as if he knows something you do not. The stare would be slightly menacing if it was not attached to such a cute face.

Ser Quinton comes in, and quietly closes the door. He looks as uneasy as you feel. He seems to share the same skepticism everyone has about this little getaway.

“You were right about Jayne,” his voice is low as he sits on the bed next to you. “She about the tunnels. Said she was a disciple of someone named Mysaria.”

The name is so familiar but you can’t put your finger on it.

“How did you find that out?”

“Do you really want to know that,” he grimaces. The last time you saw Jayne, Quinton had lied to her and said the Queen wanted to see her. You are sure she went to the dungeons, where all the people who are accused of treason go. Your heart feels heavy at the thought of her being tortured.

It was a hard pill swallow. Jayne had been with you since Daella was born. How long had she been watching you for?

“I need you to promise me something,” you whisper to him. “If anything were to happen, I need make sure the kids are you first priority. Their safety is of the upmost importance… even if it means leaving me behind.”

Quinton frown deeply. “I am your protector, I would n-“

“And as my protector, I am asking you do this for me. Think of everything you feel for me, and do this please.”

You squeeze his arm. After a moment of silence, he nods solemnly.

You know when you have reached Dragonstone because smell is like nothing you have encountered before. Putrid almost. You thought the Red Keep was as somber as a place could get; you were terribly wrong.

The bright look that crosses Rhaenyra’s face makes you jealous. You often envious of the way the Targaryens around you moved. Viserys, despite being the king, had little care for things that did not benefit him. Aemond saunters into rooms like he owns it, Aegon followed his own rules to a fault. Rhaenyra seems to revel in the privilege that came with her name. Even Helaena had came into her own, embracing the things people see as odd.

You felt like your good was not good enough, but you think of what your father would tell you when you were young.

The best people are often underestimated, use that to your advantage.

And use it you will.

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#will add to ao3 soon I promise #aemond targaryen angst #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #Aegon ii x reader #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

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kagoutiss · 8 months

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I kind of love how you have all these interesting hcs for Ganondorf like animals loving him, his weird dynamic with Sheik, the approval he seeks from his mothers etc. while at the same time being like “he’s a horrible gremlin and bloodthirsty and no one would want to stay near him”. I feel like it really captures how absurd and chaotic he is. Thank you for your service.

oh…im holding this ask very gently…..this means a lot to me because like!! yeah all these things are sort of true to me and i feel like he’s one of those characters where the more you dissect him, the more discordant things you find, and yet they all somehow intertwine in a way that makes him compelling and whole :-) retroactively putting a warning here that i ended up talking a lot and going pretty off-track but. like,,, one of the main roots of his absurdity to me is that he just has these fundamental problems with connecting with people (outside of clever manipulation, which he is good at), which are very effective at driving people away, even when he genuinely loves them, and i think he does this thing constantly where he wants people to despise him and he wants people to think the worst of him, because he is so much more comfortable with that than just? learning how to actually differentiate between love & hatred? and to not immediately feel threatened by gestures of love as some kind of deception, because he probably can’t quite make out the difference? despite having such a high level of emotional intelligence otherwise? and this primarily ties in with the idea that the biggest most terrifying enemy he has ever known in his entire life has been the neighboring kingdom, which professes to be the epitome of love & light & benevolence while at the same time committing the most egregious hateful bloody acts of cruelty in the darkest recesses of kakariko’s catacombs

and like. i think all of his formative experiences have still led to him being fully capable of things like feeling love, but also consequently not having the faintest idea of what the definition of that actually is, or how it works, or how to relate to someone you care about without just projecting all your own experiences onto them, or communicating your affection in ways other than just. being mean. and him purposely antagonizing people who do love him and are kind to him is a kneejerk reaction that he might not even realize is nonsensical, just a way of avoiding the most fundamentally disconcerting thing he knows, which is the ambiguity of something that claims to be kind or good. and so i think he‘d find a weird comfort in things that either don’t have that ambiguity, or subvert it entirely

like animals! who are far less capable of deception, or monsters, who like him, are deemed inherently evil. or spirits, who shouldn’t technically even be bound by the concepts of good & evil, even less applicable to wayward souls than to living beings. above all other humans though, he is definitely closest to his surrogate mothers, who supposedly are the true highest authorities of the gerudo tribe, and who treat him more like a deity than a son, and might moreso love the idea of what they want him to be, rather than the person he is. and he is in fact mortal, and a human being, and extremely flawed, and prone to recklessness under stress, and makes silly mistakes, and is emotionally unstable, with an attention span that doesn’t actually seem particularly well-suited to politics or government. and i accidentally wrote way too much in one sitting again, but.

but yeah, he’s like. my point is he is so full of things. he is completely absurd and chaotic and yet also i think there are recognizable patterns in what he does, if you think about him way too hard for way too long. he’s an infuriating swiss watch of a person that functions with seemingly inexplicable precision, but is made to say rude things to you instead of showing you the time, and yet you can’t really judge him too harshly after making the difficult effort of trying to understand him, because it becomes more & more evident that. that’s just. the way he is. that that’s the inevitable way that he came together, entirely due to circumstance. he’s a reflection of the completely nonsensical universe that he lives in, an antagonist since the day he was born, defined as such by the world’s Inherently Good Authorities, who are themselves objectively guilty of mass kidnapping, torture, murder, displacement and genocide, and yet are still, by the immutable definitions of these words as they’ve established them, Good. and i NEED to go to bed but yeah i love him for being a horrible insufferable bitch, actually, because it’s meaningful in and of itself, and i love him for not being normal, and having unmanageable fears of inadequacy, and mommy issues, and ADHD and autism, and for bullying teenagers, and being more fond of monsters & parasites than people, and literally using his emotions as a weapon, and referring to himself as king of every evil thing in existence, and almost never bothering to explain his actual motivations to people who he knows have already decided that he is the crux of all the world’s problems, because he’s fully internalized that trying to be understood by anyone at all is completely pointless. wife material

#ask #txt #ganondorf #sorry. this activated something in me #im 90% sure ive posted some of these exact same sentences before but whatever

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Hi.

I was watching TharnType for the first time. I started wondering why people have issues with gay for you and wifey and other things like that. From what I'm seeing it isn't intended in a harmful spirit. It's not received badly in the show in context. I'm not just specifically talking about TharnType but just these tropes in general. I was wondering if someone, the writer/screenwriter, director, any actor or someone else said that they'd intended it as demeaning or in a bad way... I don't know if I phrased that correctly. But I guess I'm wondering what people are basing this on. Even UWMA's Pharm's entire demeanor. Before I watched it I'd read that he is too feminine and damsel in distress-y. But watching the show made me realize that he is traumatized. I noticed similar patterns with other shows as well. Is it audience interpretations?

BL Is a Mess of Really Damaging Stuff & You Probably Shouldn't Just Accept it

Because, if you do just accept it without thought, you're also being damaged. If you're gay, you're being taught a type of gayness that doesn't exist and will fuck up your expectations. If you're straight you're misinterpreting what an entire group of people are like (that's prejudice, FYI). And if you're somewhere in between you're learning really bad behavior patterns for your coming out and self actualization journey.

And no, I don't think you're capable of distinguishing fiction from reality, because you've just asked a question that patently demonstrates a burgeoning parasocial tendency. (And yes, parasocial relationships can and do form with fictional characters. Why do you think I am so terrified by KinnPorsche fandom and shipper culture?)

Here have some education, first one is free:

Imaginary Friends & Real-World Consequences: Parasocial Relationships (YouTube video)

But also, if you don't want me to rant about this, and you just wanted to justify your questionable taste, you should stop reading right now. I get it, denial is great! Go sail that river.

Here I am talking about the good BL can do. That doesn't mean I'm blind to its flaws.

Still reading?

Okay, well, now you asked for it.

And guess what, I'm not gonna sugar lube coat it.

Consider yourself Drunk Type lying in a bed and I'm Tharn's c*** shoving some dry BL reality into your a******.

Oh, don't like that image, do you?

Tough nuts.

Put yourself in my position. I don't wanna have to do this either.

Consider this a "BL narratives made me do it" post.

I'm not responsible for anything, I'm just an archetype.

I'll be your seme for today and you were all just "too cute" for me to resist and now you have to take some tumblr dub con...

But first:

Seme uke when it specifically conflates seme with "the man" and uke with "the girl" is old fashioned, anti-feminist, and anti-queer. Here's some of where I talk about it, but I talk about it a lot. Too much, some might say.

Pharm is a blushing maiden archetype character, I talk about it and what that means here:

It's sex negative. And a lot of it stems from internalized misogyny and ties to something called benevolent sexism. It's pretty rampant in BL.

Yes I think Pharm's behavior can be perceived as traumatized, but that trauma is brought about by In's past actions and the fact that In was punished (BY THE NARRATIVE) not just for being gay but for being a self-actualized pro-sex uke character.

There is a distinction being made between critical discourse over narrative versus how the characters behavior makes an audience feel (within the immersive experience of the drama). Some viewers care about this distinction, others do not.

I very much get why someone might like TharnType (I did) but actually also, you might want to think about why you like it despite the messages the narrative is sending... You might want to think about not just the characters in their little perfect romance world together, but consider if you were in the position of either of those characters how you would feel or behave.

And NOW the Dub Con Portion of tonight's BL party

Okay I was trying to be my usual semiseme-welcoming snark self but ya know what, let's be VERY FUCKING CLEAR HERE because I am jet lagged and tetchy....

We (the collective of BL critics here on tumblr) aren't always talking about WHAT is depicted so much as HOW it's depicted, and whether that HOW allows the WHAT to skate by without encouraging the audience to reflect on the damage the WHAT does to their own perception of what is romantic. Or what is queer. Or what is morally acceptable for decent human interaction.

Like thinking, for example, that it's okay for Tharn to RAPE Type while he is drunk.

Why on earth is that okay? It's NOT OKAY. It's just NOT!!!!

Did Type ask for it?

Did he dress too sexy?

Was his skirt too short?

Was he too much of a jerk?

Did he want it anyway?

Did he not protest enough?

Did he protest too much?

You gonna make that call for him, are you? You read his mind (apparently the way Tharn can?)

But SERIOUSLY.

What if you were actually in Type's position? Roommates with someone you didn't like who molested you when you were drunk. At home. In your own bed. What if that roommate didn't look like Tharn? What if your roommate were the wrong gender or body type or age or familial relationship (!) for your preferences? How would you actually feel?

Because if you're okay with this, really okay for yourself, you have a strong kink and you need to seek out the appropriate community or you are signing up for a very abusive relationship and likely an early death.

Can't put yourself in Type's shoes/bed?

How about Tharn?

Are you the kind of human who would molest a drunk person just because you desired him? Her?

Because they're homophobic and you want to punish them with your queerness?

Because they were a jerk to you?

You always get back at people by raping them?

You an old white dude putting your hand down secretary's shirts because they're just "too cute to resist"?

Why should you have to resist taking what you want? Who cares that there is a whole other human involved?

Grabbing ladies by the pussy any chance you get and bragging about it, are ya? Or is it somehow different or less damaging because TT is dude on dude?

So, are you gonna justify taking what you want and violating another person because they're the same sex?

Now who's being "gay for you"? This is going all the way into DL closet case "it doesn't count if it's with a man" territory.

Because if you are any of the above 8, please block me right tf now. (And... do I have a world leader to recommend for YOU to get into a car with.)

GAH!

Fucking TharnType.

Anygay...

I talk about dub con here:

My initial post about TharnType is here, but more recently here's us having a whole ThanType discourse unpacking Mame among other things as part of the BL movement both as a genre and as a fandom:

and here's an important article on rape culture in Thailand

Gay for you talked about here:

Wife language talked about here:

I'm gonna go watch some BL trash that, hopefully, doesn't have any rape in it. (You never know tho...)

Fuck me (consensually) I am so tired.

I'd drink but I did too much of that already this week.

Maybe I need to eat something.

Don't troll m,e just block me.

For heaven's sake please.

(source)

#ABL goes on a rant #sorry not sorry #could we please stop having this conversion #just try putting yourself into these characters shoes #for me?#also ARRRGGHHHHHHHHHH #thai bl #rape culture and misogyny and benevolent sexism and ....#I don't wanna think about this anymore so I'm not entertaining anymore asks on these subjects I'm just pointing people at this rant FOREVER #I watch BL to forget about this stuff

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bluespiritshonour · 11 months

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NGL Batman sometimes reads like The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas (or Brothers Karamazov, whatever you please)

Like, in order to keep saving the city Batman needs a child to demean and abuse and take his emotional frustrations out on. The cost would be paid by those children so Batman can go out and be a hero (selfless? Ha, selfless!)

And no, I'm not coming at it from the child soldier angle. It's fiction, I can suspend my disbelief.

But when canon comics themselves hate the concept of Robin and write storyline after storyline focusing on loss of innocence (Jason Todd dying; Tim Drake losing his whole world—Grayson was spared because he wasn't Robin any longer—but soon enough they were retroactively injecting that shit into his backstory (Robin: Year One and many others that I can't care to list)—so yeah, kinda hard to keep my disbelief suspended when canon is trying to shake me into ✨rEaLiSm✨

It's really funny to see them try to juggle gritty realism and also keep Batman a hero. Like, I can suspend my disbelief that a benevolent billionaire exists—but, uh, it looks like the creators have a thing against suspension of disbelief.

But even then, it's not about the Robins being child soldiers. Golden Age comics never treated Robin as child endangerment—it was just Bruce who was simply a jerk. Dick had abandonment issues and really low standards of parental affection and none of it had to do with being Robin. It was Bruce's shitty parenting.

But I am speaking of it as in, Batman has infinite patience for random kids on the streets but not those in his tutelage—the way he loves only in death (dead people don't need emotional labour from you; neither do kids that don't really depend on you)

And more often than not, one of these kids has been dealt a far worse hand by life than Batman has ever had. And he still has the gall (the writers and DC and everyone else) still have the gall to pretend his tragedy is the greatest.

He lost his parents! So did countless other superheroes; if anything he was more fortunate than most.

Fans love to say Dick Grayson was everything positive in his life and changed him for the better—and so does canon sometimes—but that's simply not true. (If it is, why don't you ever see it play out fully? The only time I ever saw it happen was in Lego Batman)

He doesn't love Grayson enough to change for him, if anything, he just found a kid that he can lean on emotionally and give nothing in return. As a result he was slightly better adjusted. Introduced him to the vigilante lifestyle not because he thought it was good for him (in most cases it was) but because he himself was lonely. In this way, he gets to have companionship and not do the emotional labour that's required of a father.

He doesn't love anyone enough to change for them: his kids, his friends, his lovers. He's only ever capable of loving in death.

(The exception, again, being Andrea Beaumont from Mask of the Phantasm; the only time I ever felt bad for Batman and actually liked him)

But then, what's one movie in the face of more than 80 years of canon?

It's really funny to see.

“He makes so many personal sacrifices”—well, he does take out the frustration of it on those that he's supposed to look after and care for or he'll go off the rails...so? Your point?

It is Omelas.

#batman #batman and robin #shadow blabbers #anti bruce wayne

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Sorry if I derailed your post about Nettles I tend to be in a minority opinion about every possible ship-I’ve never even seen my personal take on Alyssmond. I do think that Daemon is fascinated by Nettles and is infatuated with her I just don’t think that he’s capable of loving her or anyone really. Maybe Viserys or Laena in the book. I realize that many people think Daemon is hot stuff but I just don’t get the appeal

No, you didn't derail since it was on topic. Yeah, I get having a problem with the ships of HOTD or not exactly shipping them completely. As far as Nettles and Daemon go I wouldn’t say that your opinion is a minority opinion. Most people in the fandom don’t believe that Daemon actually loved her.

They think he either used her for a good time, he groomed her, or she is somehow his child(adopted or biological which is weird because fathers don’t bathe with their grown daughters, but this fandom is weird and moronic at best). So the opinion that Daemon loves and legitimately cares for Nettles with no ulterior motive is actually the minority opinion.

The general consensus before the show was that he loved Laena the most out of all of his wives(her death scene is very touching in the book).

However, after they partially race-bent Laena, the people behind HOTD proceeded to crap all over her character and her importance to Daemon which gave Daemyra stans(who were also next to nonexistent before the show) the go-ahead to say Rhaenyra was the love of Daemons life despite choke gate and the lack of supporting evidence from the book🙃

Now as far as the Daemon being incapable of loving anyone besides Viserys and Laena in the books(and I guess because he never physically assaulted her she’s still technically his most beloved wife in the show) this is where I disagree with the majority of the fandom.

Daemon did love Nettles. I say this because when push came to shove and he would have defended her life at the expense of his own:

Daemon did not have to save her seeing how the orders in Rhaenyra’s letter only pertained to Nettles.

He could’ve easily told Maester Norren to call in the goons and do with Nettles as they wished. She’s a poor penniless girl. Her head is wanted by the queen, his wife. No one is going to miss her, and you said it yourself, Daemon is not a benevolent guy.

He has ordered the murder of a literal child who was his great-nephew. He murdered his second wife’s uncle in the books despite his love for her.

He could’ve abandoned Nettles the moment she became an inconvenience, but he chose to draw his sword and possibly facedown all of Lord Moonton’s men rather than abandon her to the wolves.

Of course you can counter and say that “well Nettles wouldn’t be in this situation if Daemon hadn’t slept with her in the first place so of course he spared her,” but a. You would be taking away her own agency(because despite what this fandom says according to GRRM she’s a grown woman) and b. Once again Daemon would not just save someone at the expense of his own life when he gain’s absolutely nothing from it.

Lastly, even the people at Maidenpool(Lord Moonton’s brother) make note of how much Daemon cares about her:

Not to mention Caraxes, who shares an emotional bond with Daemon, screams, when Nettles departs from him:

So going against fandom consensus, based on all the evidence, I do believe that Daemon genuinely loved Nettles. For that reason, while yes Nettles could do better, she is with a man who loves her to the point where he would lay down his life so that she can live.

I do have my theories on why people(not necessarily you because you yourself said that you have unpopular opinions on multiple ships) are so reluctant to admit that Daemon loved Nettles, but at this point, I feel like I’m repeating myself.

I’ll just end this by saying that it’s due to the fact that Daemon leaves their (white) Valyrian queen for a “lowly” Black woman. Aka misogynoir(anti-Black racism + sexism directed at Black women) once again rearing its ugly head.

I'd really like to say it's more complex than that, but this is the same fandom where you have people throwing a fit over Nettles being in the show:

Upset that she's being aged up because they wanted to see her being raped and groomed:

Upset that she's wearing a dress(if the woman in the blurry photo is her):

People are already calling her ugly even though we can barely see her face:

And even upset that people like Nettles in the first place:

This treatment happens a lot in fandoms when there are Black women involved with a male fave or even when she deigns to exists and be an actual character. By a lot, I mean every single time., Most recently with The Bear, but also with other media like Marvel, Sleepy Hollow, and Star Trek.

Stitches blog is a goldmine on fandom misogynoir so I’d highly suggest everyone check it out.

With Black women characters it’s always “They could do better” or “They don't need a romantic arc” if they can’t use the first excuse.

When you say these statements you are venturing into putting Black women back into a very narrow box of characterization that limits her because in shows, movies, books, etc. Black women traditionally are rarely positioned as the love interest. Not to mention how often times these statements are made by the very same people who ship white couples with the same dynamics as the ship with a Black woman

Case in point, I had someone get mad at me for shipping Shuri and Namor(from Black Panther), not because Namor kills Shuri’s mother Queen Ramonda, but because Namor, who is 500 years old and basically immortal, is “too old” for Shuri who is only in her early 20s:

They said this to me even though they shipped TenRose, a Doctor Who ship where the 10th Doctor is 900(sorta immortal) to Roses 19 🙃:

Are Daemon and Nettles perfect? No, but it's a nice change to see a Black woman in media being cared for which is why I find it irritating when people try to deny Nettles a full story arc and instead want to make her into Rhaenyra’s sidekick/sexless pet.

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shih-coulda-had-it · 1 year

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Just so you know, the assignment was something among the lines of "use these words to write a short story" and I may have went slightly overboard. Rushed? Obviously. The ending was literally write in the middle of the lesson. But that's the effort that counts right? (Please I hope it sends in one ask)

It was a bad idea. Obviously. It wasn't worth the risk. Right. Right? He was definitely losing his mind or has lost it already if even a part of him thought it was anything else.

Nana would laugh in his face if she were to see this. Or, more likely, yell at him for being such an idiot who didn't care about himself at all. Well damn, he was running out of ideas, sue him. And that? That seemed like an opportunity. An opportunity to reach a confinement between them. To keep him safe without becoming fugitives and hiding for years, if not decades.

Torino exhaled slowly, eyes locking on the man in front of him. To a certain extent, it was funny to realize how hard it was to believe that he could actually look even benevolent when they were not trying to murder each other.

It was almost nice, actually. To sit like that in a quiet cafe, doing small talk as if they were old friends and one of them wasn't the reason the other had spent days trying to wash the blood off himself. To a certain degree, the hero still couldn't get rid of this feeling, of how hideous he'd felt reeking of metal and ashes. How his self hatred surfaced the moment he was finally left alone and how drained he was of any energy to shed even a single tear and-

"Sorahiko," the villain's voice startled him and he gasped for air sharply, eyes darting to the white haired man who looked so damn genuinely concerned that he felt sick to the bone. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be even capable of that, he was just a fu- "Sorahiko," All for One repeated, this time placing a hard on his shoulder, and the gesture was so weirdly soothing that he flinched at this. "I am not going to hurt you. You know that, Sorahiko. Otherwise I would've done so already."

He registered, in the back of his mind, that it was likely to be an effect of a nerve soothing quirk, it must've been also touch based, because the moment All for One pulled away, anxiety washed over him again.

"Why?" He choked out more of a sob than a solid question, making the villain frown in confusion and worry. "Why even make an effort? You could've just killed me. Could've- you could've come for him and, I don't know, used some quirk on him to make him-"

"But I didn't. And I am not planning to, at least, not yet," he shook his head with a sigh. "Truth is, I'm tired of this, Sorahiko. Think about it. My brother was murdered years, decades ago and I'm still trying to get the last thing left of him only to meet newer and newer generations of people trying to murder me. I haven't been fully in control of what I've built back then in years, I'm sure you have noticed that. You- oh God, you really haven't noticed the drop in crime activity, have you?"

"I had other concerns," the hero shrugged. "Why now?"

"As I said, tiredness. Nana's successor hasn't been quite shaped into the Commission's murder machine, yet, and I want to make this deal beneficial for both sides."

Torino eyed him suspiciously and crossed his arms, considering his chances.

An opportunity to make All for One step back. To not let more blood be spilled later. Though, in exchange for the only thing capable of stopping him…

"What would be our benefit from this, then?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Freedom," he said simply.

"Freedom?"

"No more heroics," the villain nodded, continuing. "No more being the Commission's lap dog. No more all of this, raising your successors thing and hiding for years. Freedom."

"What makes you think I would agree to this?"

That, for some reason, made All for One laugh. Startled, Sorahiko stared at him for a moment perhaps too long enough before he decided to ask.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing much. You've spent so much time fighting along side with Nana, helping her carry her oh so tremendous duty of the Saviour and now you have her successor, but tell me what, Sorahiko. Would you still try to play a hero, were these factors to be taken away? And even if you did, do you actually want to burden a literal child with this? What is he, seventeen? I could crush him with one hit if I wanted. So, do you really not think it'd be stupid to refuse this chance? After all, you guys have made it your duty to defeat the demon lord or whatever people call me these days with One for All and see where the problem steps in. I am not willing to fight anymore, taking apart everything my brother's little heroes tried to build so hard. I can't bring him back, either. In other words, I am only asking you to be reasonable. To help me end this. So, what will be, Sorahiko?"

Gran Torino hesitated, looking at All for One, who was now back to calmly drinking his tea, once more. Suddenly, he became hyper aware of everything around them. All the people, every life to be lost if he refused.

He was cornered. And honestly, he was so, so tired.

Torino sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

thank you for sharing! wow! i need to know CONTEXT and RESOLUTION. reading and rereading it, i'm pretty sure sorahiko's not betraying toshinori to all for one for 'the sake of survival'. then again, what could AfO be asking of sorahiko...?

[caption id: Additional note from the writer that says, "Side note number two while I'm at it. The same classmate who decided to retell a one piece arc asks when is the next chapter. Should I go for it lmao."]

The answer being, yeah, of course!! Would I ever deny myself Prime Torino content???

#bnha #fic rec #afohiko #all for one #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih's art #asks #betlegast #long post #lemme know if you want your acc tagged bro

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lunalycana · 9 months

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Infinite 16 & 23 :]

16. A childhood headcanon.

So I haven't thought too deep into Infinite’s past (I’ve definitely thought more into his mercenary days above all else lol), but I do subscribe to the headcanon that he’s an orphan. I feel like he doesn’t know his parents (or family) at all, but simply doesn’t care because he found a family in what became his Jackal Squad. Details like that don’t matter because he had home in the people that fought beside him.

In terms of him being a kid though? I like to think Infinite was getting by as a thief to keep himself fed and make ends meet, which is totally fair and impressive of him, but he was DEFINITELY a little asshole about it LOL I feel like he was a talented liar even back then and used to get out of trouble with absurd amounts of charisma if he wasn’t just straight up getting into really vicious fights?? Good at being cute if necessary, but also has an awful temper. 😂

23. Future headcanon.

Now this, I’ve thought more about. When I think of an Infinite who is still alive and capable of escaping Null Space, I have a LOT of thoughts about his own mental placement in a world that moved on without him. I feel like he’s full of negative and vengeful feelings that he doesn’t even know how to sort out, so he starts brewing some absolutely absurd plans to just burn it all down himself and leave everything in ashes.

But as time progresses and he realizes how… absolutely insane and vague that is, he quickly realizes that there’s not much to go off of with those thoughts.

Kill the world and then what? Himself?? That’s an extremely tempting idea, but what would it achieve after everything he’s been through and how far he’s gone to get where he is? Also, what about the very few people he’s unfortunately met along the way since his return that changed him a little in less negative ways? Do they die, too? They’re useless mortals, but he does find them entertaining in some ways and losing them isn’t the most entertaining idea. Okay, fine, so he’ll destroy the world, rebuild it, and bring the ones that amuse him with him as a benevolent ruler. But does he really care to dominate the world in his image? Would the people he wants to bring with him want that, too?

It’s too much pressure, too much baggage, he doesn’t care that much, he wants the world that rejected him gone but he also likes some parts of the world and he doesn’t want to lose what he cares for but also he doesn’t want to care it’s too much and he can’t keep this up—

A lot of time passes. In his attempt to bond with others to trick them into his favor, he’s unfortunately come to like a number of them. His “acts” of kindness become less and less disingenuous as he realizes he does like the smile he gets when he does good on that person. His intent to hurt others becomes muted as hollow in his mind as his threats thin out into simple “whatever, screw that guy” type statements. Instead of destroying, he’s found himself building and creating more, which feels nice and real and tangible.

And most of all, to his dread upon realization, what was once a tactic to let the world’s guard down before he annihilated all life in his path has become an actual journey through growth that he never assumed possible. Infinite is changing. Infinite can change. And he hates it, hates that he’s losing a battle of stubborn pride and rage-filled emotions, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel better to forget once in a while. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t like being a real person and not the ghost of anger and resentment that hosting the Phantom Ruby turned him into.

From that point forward, Infinite’s future is still vague and confused, but for a good while, he realizes that life can be more than revenge, especially when he allows himself to just keep living. Life has things to look forward to, even for horrible monsters of war like him.

…He’s still a major asshole though and has broken a guy’s nose for mildly insulting him and he still steps on kids’ sandcastles for the hell of it and breaks windows just to cause problems for an establishment. Baby steps, Infinite. You’ll get there on the path to “good guy” someday, bud.

#Luna Be Talkin #supersonicslacker #Infinite the Jackal #THAT SECOND ANSWER IS REALLY LONG MY BAD #But yes it’s thoughts like that one that basically built my depiction of Infinite LOL #Fun fact but I hated the guy once upon a time #But the more I analyzed his character and what he could be with work I really came to admire his potential!#It’s kind of why I started that AU with Gadget and Barry. I feel like if there’s anyway for him to remember to be a PERSON again??#Its through Barry’s compassion and Gadget’s willingness to see the better in him eventually.

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Hermit Age: Tango

Hello! This post is about my interpretation of Tango for my AU, Hermit Age! This AU essentially puts the Hermits and their friends within the world of the Dragon Age series and given flavor to fit in.

If you wish to learn more about my plans for this AU, check here.

Also you can check the Hermit Age AU tag here if you want to see what interpretations I've made already! Also includes what ideas I am trying to get myself into!

This interpretation will be another long one.

Appearance

How I envision Tango is that he'd be himself except the fact that he can't exactly be himself in the world of Thedas.

That's why I envision him as a benevolent spirit from the Fade.

(picrews used: #1 and #2)

I feel like it would be unnatural to see a blond with really saturated hair color with red eyes and yellow pupils in the mortal world of Thedas. That's where I get to the point of making him a spirit from the Fade.

The picrew above is his true form, a spirit. This form of his can only be seen within the Fade. Beyond the Veil, he would look as is as well, but his face is obscured. Just imagine him as translucent, glowing with warm colors, probably gentle fiery hair as well. Couldn't decide whether he just wears a cloak or hood or actual armor so you are free to interpret what he wears.

(The way I see it is that, spirits don't really have a form for themselves to be seen. They will mine into your minds and look at your memories and from there they will base how they look. For me, this is how he'd look. Everyone has a different interpretation of how he'd look, which can kind of make sense.)

(picrews used: #1 and #2)

As you can see, there is an elf here. This elf is not Tango's mortal form, but rather this elf is the body he possesses, and I'm going to name him Tekhalas (trying to go for the "Tango" and "Tek"). Spirits are incorporeal and they do not have true bodies of their own. He agreed to be possessed by him and so he and Tango are one. Tekhalas still has control over his body but he now shares it with Tango.

Tekhalas here is a blond of average stature and height for an elf man. He has green eyes and a fair skin complexion and tone. Medium length hair that would end up to the base of his neck.

(picrews used: #1 and #2)

Now as for this, this is the moment when Tango takes control of Tekhalas' body that he is currently possessing. This normally happens during moments where Tango sees the need to overtake him (typically moments where the elf is very passionate about that requires Tango's intervention or usurpation). There may come a point where the possession is not from passion but rather something else, probably way more negative.

Tekhalas when completely possessed by Tango has his eyes burn bright red, and energy of red to yellow erupt throughout his body (like Anders with Justice/Vengeance). Be it through passion or rage, this is how Tekhalas will be under Tango's control.

Origins and History

Tango has never had a life of his own, he didn't see the need to. For most of his existence in the Fade, those that dreamed and those that had managed to visit the realm only know him as the Spirit of Passion. He is drawn to the passion that the mortals have, curious to what these beings are passionate for. A passion to improve and excel? A passion to make change? A passion to love and care? All of these entice him, they indulge the very thing that makes him a spirit. Passion is a force that emboldens the spirit and gives them encouragement. Passion as well is corrupting, it can fuel malice and hatred and force people to even destroy themselves.

He was curious, passionate even, to explore the mortal realm. He wished to learn more, to understand, to emulate what passions what mortals have.

Tango passed through the Veil and went to experience what it means to live, but he's only a Spirit of Passion, only capable of feeling and projecting passion.

He wandered. He ventured. He took upon his passionate self and found the passions of others.

He found the passion of a child that wishes to be a templar when they grow up. He found the passion of a mabari that wishes to be with its master. He found the passion of a sister who sermons a crowd about the teachings of Andraste.

Tango found the passions of a once-Circle mage in hiding, passionate to make and create with his newfound freedom, free and away from the circumstances of the Circle and the templars. This elf, it intrigued him. He followed the elf.

After many days of following the elf and the passion he held for this freedom he has always desired, he appeared for him.

Introductions were made between the spirit and the elf. The spirit introduced himself as the "Spirit of Passion" while the elf introduced himself as "Tekhalas", an elf that manage to escape the Cumberland Circle in Nevarra.

A cautious friendship formed between him and Tekhalas. The spirit would even be named "Tango" after a cat that frequented Tekhalas' quarters back in Cumberland.

Their friendship developed to the point of comfort and Tango would normally ask the elf of how living worked and what passions he has. Tekhalas would then go on and on about what it was like to live, before and during his life in the Circle, and after managing to escape. He would ramble on and on about his passion to be free, to be unrestricted, to be removed from the "shackles" that the Circle of Magi put on him.

With intent, Tango would listen on and on about his passion for freedom. One fateful question was asked by Tango after all of what he has heard. A question of possession, a question of union.

Tekhalas would give his answer some consideration, having only met Tango months since their introduction with each other.

Days after, Tekhalas agreed. Eventually Tango possessed the elf and now they are one. United by passion, by Tekhalas' passion for freedom.

Tekhalas would remain in control of himself, with Tango getting control during the moments that his "body" would be passionate for.

Now as one, they go on to continue living this new life of theirs, adventuring and exploring, until they met the other Hermits.

Name

Tango never had a name before meeting Tekhalas. He was only known as the "Spirit of Passion" or just "Passion". No one really gets a "name" in the Fade, especially for spirits like him.

Once he met and befriended Tekhalas, he was given the name "Tango", over one of the many cats that frequented and entered the Cumberland Circle. Tekhalas was reminded of this orange cat that always stayed close to him and always reminded him of the possibility for freedom, and so Passion became Tango.

As for Tekhalas, his name came from his City Elf parents who lived in the Cumberland alienage. It doesn't have any true meaning of its own but his parents envisioned the name to the way he would be a reckless one.

Personality

As a spirit, Tango's personality is always based on passion. Passion is his whole personality and he will always emulate the passion a person has when he gets insight on them. If someone is passionate for their family and that someone is feeling threatened as their family is nearing death's door, Tango would emulate the person's feeling of sadness, regret, fear, and anger. If someone is passionate for their adventures and that someone is happy and jubilant to be in their adventures, Tango would emulate the person's feeling of joy and excitement. What you are passionate for and how you are feeling about it will represent more to him.

With Tekhalas, he is able to experience mortal emotions and actually be able to personalize through the elf. Tekhalas himself is a lover of freedom. He hates feeling restricted or confined at any point possible. He is genuine and nice with a hint of trickery and mischief. He is analytical and intuitive but at the same time reckless and clumsy. Tekhalas allows Tango to feel and be able to have an actual mortal personality.

During the moments where Tango overtakes the control of the elf's body, passion is what fuels his personality. Whenever Tekhalas feels threatened for his freedom, Tango will take hold and be fierce and aggressive to those that will try and take away his host's freedom. He will not hesitate to fight for his host's freedom.

There will come a time when Tekhalas' aggression, anger, and fear over losing his status as a free elf corrupts Tango. Tango, from a Spirit of Passion, would become a Rage Demon, hellbent on destroying those who wish to take away his host's freedom. At this point, Tekhalas would slowly lose his composure and be susceptible to Tango (who is now Rage, rather than Passion) as well as slowly lose control of his own body to Tango.

What Tekhalas feels is what Tango would also feel. How Tekhalas acts is what Tango would act as well. They act with two minds as one.

Equipment and Combat

Tango cannot combat. He cannot fight as himself, as a spirit. He can fight through Tekhalas however.

Tekhalas as a mage would have a staff of his own. He also wears light armor fit for exploration. WIth his staff, he is able to cast spells more effectively and attack opponents better.

Tekhalas excels in using elemental and entropy magic, ensuring destruction and debilitation on the battlefield.

With elemental magic, they are able to control the elements of fire, frost, and shock. Tekhalas is particularly very keen in using fire and frost elemental magics, capable of burning enemies to ash or freezing them still.

With entropy magic, they are able to cause serious debilitating effects on their enemies. They can weaken them, paralyze, place hexes, make them sleep, or drain their vitality.

With these magics, Tekhalas and Tango are powerful on their own capacity, but like most mages in the game, it makes them a big target. Gaining the attention of your enemies as a mage is not what a mage would want. He also lacks knowledge in fighting proper melee, making him prone to injury and wounds when fighting melee. Added with Tekhalas' recklessness and clumsiness, it wouldn't do well for them if they were to fight melee.

Whenever Tango takes control of Tekhalas' body during combat, the passion to defend his host when feeling completely threatened controls the way he acts. It also introduces a new connection to the magic from the Fade. As Tango or Passion, Tekhalas' magical output is empowered but it also leaves him more vulnerable and more susceptible to do friendly fire on his companions.

That's it for Tango (as well as Tekhalas)!

If you wish to know more about the Dragon Age universe, the wiki is always helpful.

#rma posts #mcyt #hermitcraft #traffic smp #life series #dragon age #hermit age au #tangotek

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cypriathus · 2 months

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Here are the two most popular deities amongst my multiverse!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: This post goes into how the following deities originally died.

Älkechirnobus Vlewjaktzobius Z’Gloktjebhuxisa, born as Tiglaphoszur, is an ascended benevolent and saviour god who clearly understands his purpose and takes appropriate pride in his meticulous plans. As a servant of the full-blooded Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri, he’s very obedient to their commands and never turns his back on them. He can recognise the suffering of others, taking action to relieve their physical, mental, and/or emotional pains. He’s quite morally and ethically sound, strictly adhering to candour, honour, and conscientiousness. He doesn’t crave materialistic goods and never heavily relies on people, and he has excellent leadership skills and photographic memory. Despite being a peaceful and patient entity, he can become fairly belligerent and wrathful, especially if harm is directed at the titans, mages, psychics, and people he deeply cares about. In his extremely hostile and furious state, he’s able to maintain his usual calm and collected composure. Other than that, he’s able to regulate his emotions, thoughts, and behaviour in the face of temptations and impulses. He’s also capable of showing mercy, forgiveness, and tenderness, and he’s immensely stubborn, even in the face of evidence and/or reason.

He appears to be fairly aloof, yet comfortably loving, and he can be judgemental in regards to lack of faith, betrayal, cowardice, and life dissatisfaction. He’s vigorously passionate when it comes to romance and procreation, possessing an unending desire for sexual intimacy. He has the motivation to increase the welfare of others, but he can irrationally place their perceived needs above his own in a way that causes self-harm. He often feels a sense of great pleasure and happiness, and he’s genuinely faithful to the titans and his personal relationships. Älkechirnobus is often willing to confront people in an assertive and kind manner when he feels they’re manipulating or lying to him. keeps quiet about his accomplishments and the good things he does as he believes that he isn’t more important than anyone else. He isn’t afraid to sacrifice himself and the lives of other people when needed in order to fulfill his role as a saviour, and he’s mostly taciturn. He possesses a mostly carefree attitude, triumphant courage, excellent insight, interpersonal intelligence, and an inspirational charisma. He can come up with innovative plans that are centred around solving different problems and use his previous experiences to make sensible decisions.

He’s described as being undeniably attractive with an ectomorphic body type that has a hint of mesomorphic elements and a height of 6’ 3” (190.5 cm), making him the shortest known deity to exist. As a human, he possesses long straight red blonde hair, slightly rough skin, and heterochromia eyes with the right being an amber and the left is ice blue. His skin is a sand with twenty reddish-brown moles: two on the left side of his forehead; one under his right eye; one near the right corner of his upper lip; three on his left deltoid; one on his right trapezius; one near his right wrist; two on his right gastrocnemius; one on his left rectus femoris; four on his belly; one on his right sternocleidomastoid; two on his left pectoralis major; and one on his right biceps brachii. Älkechirnobus wears a pair of leather sandals, tattered blue and orange robes, a cowhide loincloth, and an infinity scarf of turquoise with purplish-red, saffron, and magenta geometric patterning. After he ascends, he still retains most of his former appearance, but there are a few differences. His hair is the hue of pink blonde and partially wavy near the ends, and his eyes have a lavender and teal sheen. His skin is gracefully smooth, and he has slightly rounded claws and talons of matte black. He now wears tattered, yet pristine robes of white, golden yellow, and scarlet, and silver anklets with jacinth, sapphire, and amethyst. He’s also wearing his old infinity scarf, a goatskin loincloth, a silvery crown of thorns, and a purple fish-catching net with tassels as a sort of shawl.

He possesses an indomitable nature, compassion, heroism, humility, love, and will, and he can perform miracles as well as induce blessings and eternal rest. He’s capable of retrieving, saving, and restoring souls as he can forgive and absolve others of their sins and transgressions. Älkechirnobus is fully immune to Nifjazroghetus and their punishments, and he can temporarily or permanently suppress powers and effects caused by infernal beings. He can banish all sentient beings from wherever he doesn’t want them to go, and his aura violently repels the irredeemable and evil intentions, and gracefully purifies sinners. His aura can stop people from committing wrongful acts, cause sensory overload or burn them alive. He can manipulate peace, goodness, health, positive and benefic forces, sacred and creative energy, divine weather, holy water and fire, completeness, justice, light, aether, courage, and virtue. He has omnilingualism, omnicompetence, omnipresence, flawless clairvoyance, claircognizance, and great skill in all types of magic.

He also has astral projection, omni-telepathy, psychokinesis, and day empowerment that improves his emotional state and control over his abilities. He’s able to read the mind of sentient beings and determine whether or not they should be redeemed immediately, but it’s limited to sight and properly remembering what his target looks like. He possesses selective omniscience that’s focused on the Æylphitus, magic, morality, social justice, fate, life, death, resurrection, salvation, and ancient history. He can use his voice to cleanse, heal, shatter, destabilise, disintegrate, and stabilise living things through speech and chanting. Älkechirnobus is a living conduit for the benevolence and determination of the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri. He can teleport to other universes and places by utilising a gold-plated door, water, fire, gentle winds, sunlight, hospitals, cemeteries, and trees. Besides his absolute charisma and beauty, he can impose irresistible commands upon everything, including himself and different planes of existence. He also possesses absolute strength, agility, balance, invincibility, dexterity, flexibility, endurance, metabolism, stamina, preparedness, senses, tranquillity, and wisdom. He can absorb the life-force, negative emotions, nightmares, memories, knowledge, physical and mental ailments, and sins of redeemable individuals.

FAMILY:

Unnamed biological parents

Unnamed adoptive parents

35 female lovers

21 children (?)

12 male lovers

Hekanotius Trivazolenus (wife)

Iajorszhun Blemafronus (son)

Unnamed granddaughter

Woskejurda (descendent)

Æbrithomus Teracholdius (descendent)

Penamozkithus (descendent)

Hrasvelgzon (descendent)

Kethanomius (descendent)

Zaghetrokius Hrimagoltzen Rimebzolah (descendent)

Gulvakombe (descendent)

Älmudjebothin Teschadjozurvi P’Golsezkuthrinja (lover)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Day Star

Wonderful Counsellor

Almighty Conqueror

Faithful Mediator

The Anointed

Bread of Life

Friend of Sinners

Desire of Nations

Horn of Salvation

Shepherd of Goodness

Stone of Righteousness

Gate For The Sheep

Son of the Cosmic Embrace

Lion of the World’s Flame

Golden Sun of Humanity

King of the Mellifluous Sky

Brightness of the Dying Earth

Master of All Redeemable Flesh

He Who Boasts About His Divinity

He Who Was Made From Pyre Ash

Lord Who Sanctifies The Middle Land

Love That Moves The Outermost Heavenly Bodies

Tigla (by most people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s heteroflexible and polyamorous

He’s an avatar of Äylcephinozur

He’s the leader of the ascended deities

He's the first human to achieve godhood

His adoptive parents are nomadic bandits and shepherds

During his time as a human, he often engaged in orgies, mediation, praying, sacrificed humans and animals, and went on religious pilgrimages in order to acknowledge and appease the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri. He also taught people about the Æylphitus and all types of magic, performed miracles and blessings, and tended to his nomadic livestock.

There are conflicting reports on why and how he was put to death, but most are often tied to crucifixion, four or more guards, and a fearful, yet wrathful crowd. There are three standout possibilities in regards to his death. The first account says that his skin was glued and nailed to a rough stone wall on a mountainside. He was placed in a crucified position and most people would throw stones at him, believing that he's the spawn of a fallen angel. The second account states that he was shoved into a bed of spikes three times, back and front. While they crucified him, they placed a recently made headstone in front of him, desecrating it. Four guards smashed the headstone into pieces with a hard-hitting hammer before urinating on it. One of them decided to pierce a lance on the left side of his ribcage, killing him for good. The third account believes that he was flayed alive and his genitals were mutilated. Before he was crucified, one of the guards cut off his granddaughter’s head, smearing her blood all over his face and torso.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Älkechirnobus means “strength of the black grass or mugwort is his light”, Vlewjaktzobius means “golden tears of a shivering whale or phosphorus cyclone”, Z’Gloktjebhuxisa means “opalescent locust that devours writhing impurity, oasis within a dreamer’s glorious pyre or victorious tail-devourer”. In regards to his birth name, Tiglaphoszur means “my trust is in a son of the world temple”.

His sacred animals are the lamb and turtle dove

His sacred stones are jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, carnelian, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth, and amethyst.

He occasionally asks people if they would like to be redeemed, but it greatly depends on the situation and person he’s dealing with.

Älkechirnobus often tilts his head when he’s confused and uncertain or he’s asking certain questions in order to further his understanding.

Älmudjebothin Teschadjozurvi P’Golsezkuthrinja, born as Bukhazorsveni, is an ascended malevolent and oppressor god with the exceptional gift of leading others astray with their undeniable charisma. He’s a studious entity who often involves himself in prolonged thought and putting constant effort to accomplish his duties. He possesses a desire to do his tasks with diligent care and to take his obligations to other people seriously. He’s unflinching in the face of risk and danger, and highly imaginative with a developed sense of aesthetic. He’s polite and respectful towards the titans, his species, his followers, and people he genuinely cares about. Älmudjebothin is somewhat able to remain calm when waiting for a long time or handling difficult situations and people, but he does get annoyed when things become too much for his liking. He’s fairly honest when it comes to decision-making, and he can achieve his plans in a clever way through deceit and evasion. He strangely has an aura of quiet warmth, kindness, generosity, and dependability, which is mingled with possessive fear and mischief.

He often makes insincere statements, receives personal gain through unrighteousness, and engages in ridicule to uplift his arrogant reputation and intimidate individuals. He has a fondness for luxury and sensual gratification, and he sometimes pursues materialistic success at the expense of spiritual things. He secretly complains about things that get under his skin and people he obviously despises, and he’s mostly talkative. He has a habit of overestimating his leadership skills and stirring up opposition against authority he sees as irredeemable and corrupt. Älmudjebothin occasionally spreads slanderous information and gets into brutal fights when all of his patience has dried up. He usually has depraved thoughts and selfish motives, and he sometimes finds himself to be resentful towards his only lover for being a well-respected saviour. He can be quite ruthless, reckless, and highly opinionated, and he possesses a palpable sense of superiority.

His former Skjezulofima appearance is described to be fairly gorgeous with a mesomorphic body type that has slight ectomorphic elements. He’s approximately 6’ 7” (200.66 cm), and he possesses snow-white skin, cerulean eyes, and partially long light coppery red hair with slight curls. He wore elegant sage green and saffron robes, jacinth stud earrings, a chrysoprase signet ring on his right index finger, a carnelian cocktail ring on his left middle finger, and a silver dome ring on his left index finger. He also wore a pair of rope sandals and a blumine shawl of silver embroidery with a pegasus standing before the fiery sun on the back. After achieving godhood, Älmudjebothin’s appearance underwent some noticeable changes, but he still retains a few physical details of his former self. He now has three eyes, shoulder-length rose gold hair with more curls, and arms like an African lion with poseable fingers. He also has razor-sharp claws, the tail of a male Gouldian finch, a furry light green back with streaks of red, and brindled chestnut and black Anglo-Nubian goat legs. He often wears a mask that’s the head of a ram with emerald green fur, yellow-orange eyes, pink irises, and horizontal undulating horns of polished bronze. He prefers to dress in glittery robes of silver chalice and cod grey with an old brick shawl that has embroidered flowers and ceramic pots of gold.

Like all Skjezulofima, he can withhold an infinite amount of knowledge, read minds, levitate lighter objects, and telepathically communicate with others. He can create animalistic and humanoid creatures through clay, imbuing them with spirit and good health. He’s able to improve fertility, prevent famine, predict the rising of the morning and evening stars, and control the flow and abundance of water. Älmudjebothin can manipulate hellfire, darkness, disease, evil, sin, dark energy, negative and malefic forces, nether, fear, and subordination. He can also induce curses, death, necrosis, pain, suicide, torment, and vice, and his evil aura repulses and nullifies attacks that have good intentions. It also hardens the hearts and negatively impacts the mental state of people who get too close. He can clearly identify the evil in others by observing their aura and seeing into their past and future, and he’s a master of psychology and seduction. He possesses absolute charisma, competence, creativity, preparedness, senses, agility, bite, speed, dexterity, flexibility, stamina, and stealth.

His omniscience is limited to morality, law, the apocalypse, the Ufrajozlens, pottery, vegetation, farming, punishment, hydrological disasters, war, life, death, and dreams. He can absorb the goodness, pleasant dreams, sanity, life-force, internal organs, memories, emotions, and knowledge of irredeemable people. Älmudjebothin is able to teleport throughout the multiverse by using moonlight, battlefields, crime scenes, lava, harsh winds, boulders, waves, and floods. He possesses omnifarious, omnilingualism, omnipresence, flawless clairvoyance, claircognizance, and astral projection. He also possesses telekinesis and night empowerment that improves his physical strength and intensifies his evil intentions. He can effortlessly control the minds of others and make them forget their actions, but it’s limited to sight and properly remembering what the target looks like. He has a penance stare that changes people into monstrosities that symbolise their sinful actions or cause the skin of individuals to melt.

FAMILY:

Unnamed parents

Älkechirnobus Vlewjaktzobius Z’Gloktjebhuxisa (lover)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

The Lawless

Old Serpent

Divine Potter

Expelled Guardian

Destructive Abyss

Unconquerable Punisher

Measurer of Fields

Son of Worthlessness

Slanderer of the Light

Protector of the Young

Lord of the First Cataract

Accuser of the Related Blood

His Barque of the Evening Sun

He Who Causes Vegetation To Germinate

Melancholic Lamb Who Treads A Godforsaken Path

Bukhazorsi (by a few people)

Älmudje (by most people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s homoromantic

He’s an avatar of Lorvazhektindus

He was originally a law-maker of the Skjezulofima tribe before his exile

He’s the godfather and former babysitter of Iajorszhun Bisjafrone, Älkechirnobus’ son.

He’s often depicted and described as a being of immense wickedness due to being Lorvazhektindus’ avatar, but that’s partially a lie.

He has a pet sheep

His lover gave him a drinking horn mounted copper gilt that he occasionally carries around. The expanding mouth bears an inscription with leaves between the words. A band engraved with foliage passes round the middle of the horn, and two bird feet protrude from each side. In order to help it maintain balance, there is a third foot that’s a quatrefoil-shaped projection. The end of the mount curves inwards, which terminates in a hexagonal rosette.

It’s believed that he was flayed alive and his head was caved in with a couple of hammer strikes before being burned at the stake. It’s also proposed that he was chained to a wooden boat and force-fed a mixture of milk, honey, tar, and cow fat before cutting off his head and putting it on a pike. They let the boat float in a stagnant pond, which attracted insects that burrow and nested in his corpse.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Älmudjebothin means “hidden towards a fig cake”, Teschadjozurvi means “vampiric somnambulist of the wailing quietus or spellbound monolith-carrier”, P’Golsezkuthrinja means “bloodthirsty crusader of a wyvern’s moonlight, patriarch below a morbid struggle or fretful hollow”. In regards to his birth name, Bukhazorsveni means “place of good fortune or god’s fascination”.

His sacred animals are the black cat, goat, snake, hyena, pig, and rat.

He’s very expressive and boisterous with his actions and words in order to alleviate the intensity of a situation.

He occasionally experiences random bouts of emotional numbness and melancholy, but he convincingly keeps them hidden.

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owlhousetheories · 1 year

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The Owl House is over and I'm not coping (minor spoilers for finale)

One of the biggest reasons I love this show is how well the writing is. Morals and messages come through without being preachy or obvious - like other kids shows can be. I've never seen a show wherein they show the difference between "I did something wrong, but I did it for the right reasons" and "I did something wrong, but I refuse to admit it I did it, because I'm right."

As early as season two, Luz is so worried that she's caused all the events leading up to the current plot - Belos' rise to power, forced covens, death or imprisonment of wild witches. All because she wanted to help the nice human she had befriended, who immediately betrayed her. She carries that guilt believing that if she’d never given him that light glyph, his plans would never have happened. No matter what other people tell her, she shoulders all the blame, convinced that her and Belos are one and the same. She even says as much in “Watching and Dreaming” when talking to the Titan.

Luz: Well, Belos says he's trying to save humanity. And we are saying we want to save our families. So, isn't that the same thing? Don't—Don't these feelings come from the same place?

She isn’t aware that by questioning whether she’s done the right thing – whether her goal is more noble than Belos’ – proves that she’s nothing like him. And it’s so refreshing to have a protagonist in a show make a bad decision but make it for the right reason. This idea that the hero can’t screw up, and if they do, it’s purely for selfish or stupid reasons that they must learn from.

Because the reality is that everyone has this capability. Sometimes you’ll make a decision or a choice in life with the best intentions, and it blows up in your face. Does it make you a bad person? Are you doomed to a life of failure because of it? No. Because, just like Luz, you did it for the right reason and you can work to fix your mistakes. And as she learns from the Titan, she’s far from the first person to make that mistake.

Compare her to Belos. Belos shrouds everything he does in the guise of “protecting humanity.” He came to the Boiling Isles to save his human brother. He wanted to kill Evelyn because she corrupted said brother. He killed his brother to save him. He offered to take Luz with him through his portal to save her. He even uses this mentality while pretending to be the benevolent leader of the Isle. He created covens to protect the people of the Boiling Isles. He persecuted wild witches to ensure they wouldn’t harm the people. I could go on. The point is, for him, he is always in the right - even with actions that directly go against his beliefs. I could understand killing witches wouldn’t conflict with puritan beliefs, but killing your own brother? Practicing magic? Talking to/making a deal with a false god (the Collector)?

Nothing is ever on him – I killed Caleb because he was corrupted, I mutilated myself in order to destroy the witches from the inside, I tricked the Collector in order to accomplish my magic genocide. It doesn’t matter how evil or conflicting the action is, Belos does it because in the end he believes he’s in the right. Nothing demonstrates this more than his actions in season 3. Even while in the human realm – the goal we’ve been led to believe is his end goal – he still feels the need to go back and complete the genocide. Because if he doesn’t, then he was wrong about the witches. He was wrong about everything. The man is a pile of corruption barely hanging on to life, only able to actively control anything so long as he has a host, and he still is convinced that it’s the witches’ fault he's like this. He still has this need to be right.

Titan: You assume Belos's goal comes from a genuine place. But that man doesn't care about about anything but his need to be the hero in his own delusion

And to be honest, his actions mimic those of actual bigots and abusers. The unending need to be right, to be the victor. Using a scapegoat – I’m doing this for humanity/the children/families/government – to justify violence and hatred. Refusing to back down; even when presented with evidence that they're wrong. And above all, the reveal that if you peel back their “justification” all you’d actually find is a hateful person lashing out because they can’t control the narrative and people are doing things they personally don’t approve of.

Keeping in mind, these two perspectives and the thematic importance in both aren’t overtly shown. It’s subtle, but shown just enough to get the message. In short, the writers of Owl House are thematic geniuses and I’m never going to emotionally recover from this show.

(Also screw Disney because this could’ve been explored so much deeper if we’d had more time).

#the owl house finale #the owl house #belos the owl house #why do I keep writing essays about this asshole #luz noceda #character study #minor spoilers #dana terrace #owl house writers #toh season 3 spoilers #how many posts can i make about this show

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master-k0hga · 3 months

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| A S I M |

[ Category: The Promised Land ]

| Looooook it's Asim I mentioned from another recently posted post... (If anybody actually looked at said post anyways...)

Anyways, this is the one who took in Caligo roughly after they escaped their former home.. Asim would then take care of them, tend to their wounds while also slowly and gradually intriducing them to the small survivor group.. Thus eventually adopting them officially, he and Caligo would spend time regularly since then til at one point Asim starts having feelings for them..

It seemed like fate had brought them together when Caligo would soon after return the feelings, they've been inseparable since... Even more when they eventually have a kid together after having the small group's traditional wedding ceremony (to which I would absolutely love to get into slightly further detail another time). Anyways, enough about their relationship, let's talk more about Asim as a character:

Asim's small tribe consists of beings with very similiar attributes to faes, they can be very benevolent, selfless and magical beings... Well, Asim is magical because his own people actually considered him a sort of "beacon of hope" to them, he will eventually take over the group when the elder passes on... But in the meantime, he is his best second in command and very trustworthy friend! His tribe mainly venture in these realms and take refuge in abandoned yet sturdy structures, sometimes in the gutters and sewers of towns and kingdoms, or even sneak themselves into small crevices or unused rooms/basements of people's homes! (Whether they are known to the home owners or not is another question of course) They scavenge, collect and pick up what they can eat or use as bedding or protection, that's why having someone who acknowledges and embraces their magical background, like Asim, is actually a blessing! He can cook with even just small fires, brew the most effective and soothing potions and other medicines while also giving his family the desires they yearn for; Nobody is ungrateful about it either, so it's a nice change of pace for once...

Of course they do have a set home somewhere but I'll get to that in a bit.

Anyways:

Name: Asim

Height: 8ft "6"

Species: Fae

Extra:

The Fae civilization Asim is born into is not entirely like the Fae we are completely familiar with on Folklore, in fact they are a lot more similar to humans and other races from within the Promised Land! Dealing with daily struggles, surviving and living like everyone else; However the spiritual and deep connection to nature along with being able to listen and speak to it is also present.. They mostly use it to their advantage with defence, everyday appliances and tools and whatnot. Although of what Asim is part of is mainly morally good and keep to themselves to keep their own safe, they of course do have the few mischievous lot who tend to enjoy messing with outsiders or intruders in their small permanent/temporary safe havens.

In fact they do have their own haven! It's deep within a "mythical" forest within the strange lands full to the brim with lush forestation, beautiful natural lights and rich fruits and veg; Reasons why the majority of the Fae leave the forest and find other locations and places to hide/ survive and so forth because so it doesn't raise suspicion from evil leaders and others who will cause ill and harm upon the sacred forest, so the majority move and split into sectors around the lands to find homes in other ways. Asim's group being mostly finding refuge or hiding in places like old cabins, empty rooms of lone homes despite is people live in them still or not and so on.. The Fae has had historical issues with the Vermin and the Palace of Gold in the past due to previous leaders trying to either take over, steal all resources and such from within or enslaving the Fae for their capabilities of their "chosen ones" being able to use and manage magic.

Of course with that being in the past now and civilizations somewhat leaving them alone now, things have all quietened for generations... With the exception of the Lord of the Deceitful who, not only wishes to take over as King on the Golden Palace (the biggest and richest kingdom of the lands), but also to be able to claim powerful magics and abilities as much as possible so he can claim the Promised Land as his own... So in a sense, Asim being able to deal with and work very well with magic as the Fae's of this generations "chosen one" and potentially being the best and strongest one yet, he will nee to take major precautions so that never happens.

But beside that, he's a great cook, he's also very good at sculpting either with clay he collects himself or with perfect woodwork, and his voice is very soothing.. He would regularly use it for Caligo when he brought them to his group as they would deal with severe panic attacks from trauma.... It worked like a charm, safe to say that's one of the reasons why they ended up falling in love.

The features of Fae's are very interesting and kinda cute; Their eyes tend to vary with colours, of course mostly ranging with pastel colours while their pupils are purple. Asim is also blind in his left eye due to an infection that he never got to treating in time, he tends to cover that up because of his insecurity. Fae also have rather thick pink lashes, kinda like butterfly antennas, their eyes literally flutter and they do look beautiful. Another obvious feature is their pink tipped ears, also being very expressive them as they wiggle when happy or content and droop when upset.. The only thing that's unknown about this race is if they have wings or wing-like appendages at all, to which most rumours support that they do not but potentially glowing pink wing like markings on their backs, in fact pink glowing markings seem to almost cover their entire bodies as they also vary in shapes too.

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Now I just need to focus on their kid, who it's obviously Karmen.. She's not entirely difficult herself seeing as the features of both Caligo and Asim will also be present on her, but obviously I'll be drawing her when she's 17 (just like her Yiga counterpart of course so no different there), Caligo of course having her rather young so yeah...

Trying to do math with age differences is annoying as fuck and honestly I don't understand how people can do this, making the information work without either getting confused or having to correct themselves/ be corrected when the math is wrong..

Oh well.. A lot of this probably doesn't make any sense anyways so who tf even reads this I guess....

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Asim #Male #Fae #Sights of the Future #The Promised Land #My Character #My OC #My Art #Fandomless #Original Character #Fan Characters re-purposed into persona projects #....#Yean I don't know what else to tag this as so I guess that's it then!#I finish this like a couple days ago but needed to make like the basic description/ background before ofc #So technically I genuinely have like.... Nothing else to post in the meantime unless I post something somewhat older than this blog....#But I went on a deleting spree with like older fan art so the majority of it is either gone or not worth posting anything #(Cuz obvs they've been deleted).... And ngl Idk if I rly wanna post fan art for a long while... Even though I love Kohga and would love #to spam him all over the place again... Nobody even looks at that anymore so it rly doesn't matter what I do anymore...#Talking to the void like usual!! It's late and I'm tired so posting more art will have to blimming wait #Not. like. it. matters!!

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