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marigoldcarnations · 10 months
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Teaser of a new fic I’m working on:)
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REBIRTH OF THE DRAGON QUEEN
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Summary Dragons are fire-made flesh.
Rhaenyra knew her claim to the Iron Throne would be challenged, but not that it would lead to war. Nor did she expect the land to be ravaged and lose everyone she loved. When her half-brother feeds her to his dragon, she is ready to die; the pain in her heart is gone. But the Gods of Valyria offer Rhaenyra a choice: the heavenly realm with her loved ones or return to Westeros and begin anew.
Rhaenyra can choose between living in eternal happiness or returning to the mortal realm for a second chance. The former means leaving the world at tyrants' mercy and allowing the icy evil from the North to sweep over the land. The latter means preventing dragons' extinction and restoring House Targaryen. Rhaenyra knows her duty and chooses the second option but her mind is full of doubt. Can she do it? Can she stop the horrible civil war almost destroying her House and the Kingdom? Or is her death written in the pages of fate?
Chapter I. Only Death can Pay for Life
Rhaenyra just wanted to die.
The once bright and joyful Realm’s Delight could not recognize herself as she looked at the water’s surface below.  For a cold moment, she didn't recognize herself. Her face was a great scar to the world. She seemed to be just like every other person spitting in the water. And then she realized that from that point of view, she was as ugly as them.
Everyone that she knew, that she loved, that raised her… they were all dead.
Except for one.
Rhaenyra pulled her hood lower over her head as she clutched little Aegon closer, her young son trembling.
“It’s going to be all right,” she whispered to him. “We just need to get a couple of things from Dragonstone, and then, we will join Cregan Stark in the North.”
Aegon buried his face into her stomach, her fabric growing wet from his tears of fight.
Rhaenyra knew she had to be brave. She had to protect her son. He, too, had lost everyone he knew due to this terrible war. They were all each other had left.
The thick clouds of mist upon Blackwater Bay made visibility difficult, the moon above casting long shadows upon the dark waters below. Rhaenyra tried not to shudder as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
She looked to the heavens above, and her eyes widened at what she saw.
A dragon.
At least… that’s what it looked like.
Its great wings spread wide as it soured through the dark skies,; it’sback to the moon. But, just as soon as it had appeared, it was gone.
Rhaenyra rubbed her eyes, the violet orbs searching again for the creature.
‘It had to be a trick of the light,’ Rhaenyra thought. ‘It had to be. The dragons… they are all dead.’
The large form of Dragonstone, darkened by the low angle of the sun, loomed over them as the ship drew near. No sign of life could be found on the docks, nothing more than a single lonely flag waving in the night breeze. Once again, the hairs on Rhaenyr’s neck stood on end.
Something was wrong…
Everything was too quiet. Too calm. Save for the waves breaking on the wooden beams of the pier, Rhaenyra did not hear a thing.
“Stop this…” a voice hissed in her ear, sharp and firm. “Turn around! Leave!”
Rhaenyra looked around for the source of the voice yet saw nothing. It had to be in her head. Disembodied voices were not possible.
Save for the voice of the gods.
‘The gods…’
Rhaenyra wanted to scoff.
She had stopped believing in them a long time ago, after losing her mother. The New Gods – the Faith of the Seven – didn’t exist. The Gods of Valyria were liars, and did not listen to her prayers. There was only one way to get what you wanted: to do it yourself.
“Muña?” little Aegon whispered.
“It’s okay, Gon,” Rhaenyra said, giving him a small smile of comfort. “We’re home.”
“I want Kepa,” Aegon sniffed.
Rhaenyra’s heart clenched. “Your father is gone, Sweetling,” she said, her lip quivering as she fought against tears. “He… he’s gone.”
“Your Grace,” a deep, gruff voice said behind the two. “We are ready to disembark.”
Rhaenyra nodded to one of her guards and secured Aegon’s cloak and hood, before doing the same for herself. They would be quick.
Retrieve the dragon’s eggs that lay within.
Retrieve Baela.
Go to the North.
It was an easy, simple plan. Which meant it was easy for it to all go wrong.
No sooner had Rhaenyra and her guard crossed the threshold of the ancient castle did dark forms emerge from the shadows. Leaping like cats and with the speed of demons t,hey cut down the loyal men who had come with Rhaenyra and Aegon. Before Rhaenyra could even scream, they were on her, binding her wrists and dragging both she and her son to meet ga host.
Aegon, the Elder.
Rhaenyra could not believe her eyes.
Her brother, once a pillar of pride in his own good looks, was now unrecognizable. Every inch of his body had been scorched by the molten metal that clung to his skin, dripping with blistered wounds and gashes still seeping thick scarlet blood. His legs were bent into grotesque angles, broken beyond repair.
But his eyes…
Those dark-purple eyes that once only sparkled at the sight of a pretty girl or fresh cup of wine now burned with hatred.
Rhaenyra glanced behind her to Aegon, her sweet boy, and knew this was it. Aegon had them in his clutches; there was no reason for him not to keep them alive. Unless… unless she placed his attention on him.
“I had hoped you to be dead, Brother,” Rhaenyra sneered, putting as much venom as she could in her voice.
“You first, Sweet Sister,” Aegon the Elder sneered right back. “For you are the elder.”
His men shoved Rhaenyra to the middle of the space, and she felt the ground shake. Slowly, Rhaenyra turned her head to see, in the shadows, lay the once beautiful Sunfyre.
Known as The Golden, Rhaenyra remembered when it was claimed Sunfyre was the most beautiful dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms. Now, Rhaenyra didn’t even recognize it. His wings were torn from his body. One of his eyes was missing. His once golden scales were now red from the boiling blood that didn’t stop flowing from his open wounds.
“What happened to him…?” Rhaenyra gasped before she could stop herself.
“Your cunt of a Ward is to thank,” Aegon the Elder spat.
“Baela did this?” Rhaenyra gasped; she turned around, searching with her eyes. “Where is she? What have you done to her?!”
“She’s unharmed in the dungeons, for now,” Aegon the Elder replied, settling himself more comfortably in his seat. “I of course need her to keep the Sea Snake in line. As for you, Sweet Sister, the same can not be same.” He looked to Sunfyre. “Zālagon zirȳla!” Burn her!
Rhaenyra’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Sunfyre. The dragon lifted his head from the ground only a foot, his only good eye locking with Rhaenyra. She felt some emotional tether flow through him, a sensation she knew from her soul connection with Syrax.
He bowed his head and stood stock still as if the world’s weighthad settled on his shoulders. Rhaenyra couldn't understand what Sunfyre was trying to tell her, yet he could feel a deep sadness. The majestic beast raised his eyes to meet Aegon the Elder's gaze, then closed them slowly with a long sigh.
“I said to burn her!” Aegon the Elder shrieked at the top of his lungs. “Obey me, Sunfyre!”
‘A dragon is not a slave,’ Rhaenyra remembered Daemon telling her once when they lay in bed together. ‘They will obey your will, but you cannot force them to do what they do not wish.’
For a moment, Rhgaenyra’s heart lifted. She was going to escape, she could escape. Perhaps she still stood a chance if she begged Aegon to spare her son and take them both to King’s Landing.
Suddenly, without being commanded, one of Aegon’s men stepped forward. Drawing his dagger, Rhaenyra’s mouth opened to scream, fearing he would plunge it into her heart. Instead, without a sense of honor or decency, the Man tore Rhaenyra’s dress, baring her breasts for all to see.
For the briefest of seconds, Rhaenyra saw what looked like lust flash within her brother’s eyes.
‘In that form there is no way his scepter can even rise,’ Rhaenyra thought. ‘It must be torture, no longer to use his favorite toy. The toy he used to terrorize so many women…’
She tried to cover her chest, but the Man raised his dagger and cut her across her right breast. Rhaenyra cried out in pain, the blood dripping down her body and through her fingers.
Sunfyre suddenly groaned and lifted his head, much higher this time. His eye no longer held sadness within. Now, it burned with hunger and Rhaenyra knew her fate was sealed.
“Yes!” Aegon the Elder laughed, watching with glee as Sunfyre lifted himself up. “Zālagon zirȳla, Sunfyre!”
The ground shook as Sunfyre crawled to her, but Rhaenyra did not bow her head. She could not bow her head, or even beg for her life.
She had made so many mistakes in this life, had so many regrets. Was this be how she would end? The Crown Jewel of Westeros? The Realm’s Delight.
‘If I had a second chance, I would do everything over,” she thought, Sunfyre looming over her. ‘I would change everything!’
Rhaenyra stared into Sunfyre’s mouth, the flames rising within his throat. She could hear her son screaming, begging for his uncle to change his command, but there nothing Aegon the Elder could do to stop Sunfyre now.
Rhaenyra felt the searing heat of the flames licking her body, consuming her in an embrace of agonizing pain. She saw visions of those she'd lost, those she'd loved, haunting her from beyond the grave as her skin split and blistered. With every passing moment she felt her life energy draining away until she was nothing more than a charred corpse consumed by the inferno.
✵✵✵
White light bathed Rhaenyra in its heavenly glow, and when she opened her eyes, the Targaryen Queen found herself standing in the center of a circle of thrones. Although similar in form, each of the thrones were painted different colors and had Valyrian runes carved into their headrests.
Rhaenyra knew the runes well.
Arrax.
Aerydor.
Balerion.
Caraxes.
Gaelarys.
Meleys.
Meraxes.
Shrykos.
Syrax.
Tessarion.
Tyraxes.
Vermax.
Vermithor.
Vhagar.
The Fourteen Flames.
The Gods of Old Valyria.
“I… what…?” Rhaenyra gasped, looking around, then down to herself.
She was no longer wearing her black cloak and dress, but was bathed in a simple white dress.
‘Is this the afterlife?’ Rhaenyra wondered.
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
Rhaenyra jumped at the loud clatter, her body trembling as shadows appeared upon the thrones. Slowly, they gained tangibility until they were solid.
They were of every body size, slender and muscular, plump and petite. Their skin colors were the rainbow, mimicking those that possessed the pale skins of those from the North, to the lightly tanned of Dorne, to the medium brown of Essos, to the rich ebony of the Summer Islands.
Rhaenyra also saw that they weren’t exactly strictly male or female, but some seemed to have features one would associate with to the opposite gender. Some of the women were muscular,  an  some of the men possessed what looked to be small breasts.
‘The gods come to those who believe in them,’ Daemon once told her. ‘They take the form of whatever they wish.’
The god upon the throne directly in front of Rhaenyra was clothed in white and gold, his headrest reading ‘Arrax’, the ruler of Gods, law, order, justice, governance, and strength. To his right sat Aerydor in robes in a green and brown pattern, the God of all creatures that walk, run, swim, or fly).
The sight of the god in robes of all black and grey made Rhaenyra lower her eyes, from the power that radiated from him. It was Balerion, the god of death and the Underworld. Next to Balerion, in robes of red and orange was Caraxes, the God of fire and the sun. The god that her beloved Daemon’s dragon was named for.
A woman wearing a flowing dress of blues, greens, and yellows was Gaelarys, the Goddess of the sea. To her right sat Meleys, the Goddess of the sky; and Meraxes, the Goddess of music, arts, knowledge, healing, and poetry. There was Shrykos, the God of wine, fruitfulness, parties, and – to some – madness; followed by Tessarion, the Goddess of the Moon and Stars.
Rhaenyra’s throat seized at the next woman, as she knew who she was the second Rhaenyra saw her low-cut golden dress and bangles. It was Syrax, the Goddess of love and fertility. The namesake of her very own dear mount.
The last four gods were Tyraxes, the God of smiths, crafts, and artisans; Vermax, God of travel and trade. Vermithor, the God of language and writing; and lastly ,the greatest of the goddesses, Vhagar, the Goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, peace, and war.
It really was them… the gods of Old Valyria.
Rhaenyra instantly dropped to her knees, bowing her head in respect. She was speechless, and bit her lip, preventing herself from sobbing before these all mighty deities.
“She is quite pitiful, is she not?” one of the Gods asked.
“Why must you be so rude, Tyraxes?” a Goddess asked. “She has just died.”
“And should stay that way,” the god—Tyraxes—retorted.
“But that is not only your decision, is it?” the Goddess shot right back.
“Enough, you two,” a female voice snapped. Her tone was harsh and firm, brooking no argument. “We have gathered here not to fight among ourselves but to judge her.”
‘Judge me?’ Rhaenyra thought.
“Yes, Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, we are here to judge your sins and accomplishments,” that same voice said. “Raise your eyes to me.”
Rhaenyra knew better than to disobey a goddess and slowly, lifted her eyes in the direction of the woman who talked to her. It was Vhagar, she realized.
Her form was that of a middle-aged woman, her skin lightly tanned, yet her hair was white as snow. She was dressed in a dress of light brown, yet over this, Vhagar wore armor and carried a spear in one hand, and a sword rested in her lap.
“She is clearly of the Blood of Old Valyria,” the one called Vermithor commented, Rhaenyra recognized his voice as the one who called her ‘pitiful’ moments ago.
“The Blood after our words had become twisted to fit the purpose of those fools,” Tyraxes scoffed. “If they had kept our true words, then the sea would not have swallowed them into the lair of Balerion.”
Balerion did not reply and instead rested his head on his hand, his eyes upon Rhaenyra.
“Why…” Rhaenyra took a deep breath for courage. “Why… why I am here?”
“To be judged and see the truth,” Vhagar replied. “You had a duty to Westeros, to the world, and you did not fulfill it. You allowed yourself to be killed by your enemy.”
“That’s not true!” Rhaenyra protested.
Vhagar arched an eyebrow, and Rhaenyra quickly shut her mouth, bowing her head. She waited two heartbearts before she tried to speak again.
“Forgive me, I meant no disrespect,” Rhaenyra said. “But I… I was captured. It was not of my will. I was usurped and betrayed by almost all that I placed my trust in. I lost everyone that I loved. This war, it is not my fault.”
“But it is,” Meraxes retorted. “You had a duty to fulfill in Westeros, to your House, and did not do it. You did not have to listen to the advice of those around you, but you did. You allowed fire and blood to come to the innocent smallfolk of your lands. How many men were killed? How many women and girls were raped? How many acers of land won’t bring forth crops because you did not follow your own conscience.”
‘That’s not fair!’ Rhaenyra wanted to scream. ‘I was inexperienced! I believed those at my side had my best beliefs in mind!’
“She still tried to do what was right,” Gaelarys commented. “I have watched from the seas and saw how she gave alms to the poor and did not want this war to happen. She gave her enemies many chances to lay down their arms, but they didn’t.”
“I would not bless someone with so many children if she did not have a good heart within,” Syrax spoke out.
Her words lifted Rhaenyra’s heart, and she bowed to the goddess who smiles warmly at her.
“Do not forget, it is through her blood that House Targaryen continues,” Syrax continued.
“But they are at only a fraction of their former power,” Aerydor pointed out. “Without the dragons, they are just like the people they govern. Weak and spineless.”
“They became the fodder of those idiots of the Faith,” Vermithor scoffed. “Turning their backs on the gods of their ancestors and their practices.”
“That is what happens when the bloodline passes through you men,” Vhagar snorted. “All you care about is your own personal power, using women as pots to carry your seed. Not caring should they pass to bring your brood into this world.”
‘Just like my mother,’ Rhaenyra thought. ‘Is that not what my father did? Allow my mother to die out of the belief she carried a son? In the end they both ended up dying.’
“Can we turn back to the topic of our original conversation?” Arrax asked, the king of the gods speaking for the first time.
The other gods and goddess nodded and turned back to a kneeling Rhaenyra, waiting for their leader to speak.
“You have been summoned to be judged for both your successes and failures,” Arrax said. “However, it’s clear that you are a… controversial figure, Rhaenyra of House Targaryen. I will allow you to speak before I render judgment.”
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Rhaenyra bit her lip.
What could she say? They didn’t tell her what the prince would be if they were unsatisfied with her answers.
‘I have to just tell the truth, to tell them how I feel,’ Rhaenyra decided.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head again.
“No,” Rhaenyra spat with a ferocity that shook the room. “I will never beg you for my life! All I ever begged for was to keep my mother alive, but death still came for her. The war that ripped across Westeros wasn't what I intended, but they shoved my beloved half-brother onto the throne and wanted nothing less than my own head on a stake. I had no choice but to fight for what was mine. You want to know if I regret starting this war? With all of my being - yes! But were I given a second chance, I would make certain that these mistakes never happened again.”
“Do you really mean that?” Arrax asked.
“Look in my heart and see that I do not lie,” Rhaenyra said firmly.
The Gods exchanged glances; some nodded, and some shook their heads. Other than that, Rhaenyra could not read their faces.
“We know the greed of men, both in general and of the sex,” Tyraxes finally said. “How many would step over women and the innocent just to get what they want.”
“We see you had good intentions but were prevented from becoming the Queen you were destined to be,” Vhagar said. “And because of this, we offer you a choice. You can enter the heavenly realm to be with your family for eternity and be happy.”
The air in front of Rhaenyra rippled, and an archway appeared to her left. She could hear laughing and feel and taste a salty sea breeze. Standing in the waters were three people: two men and one woman. The first man had dark brown hair, and Rhaenyra knew his broad frame anywhere.
Harwin.
He was holding a young boy on his shoulders, whose dark hair marched his own. The two laughed together, Harwin tossing the boy in the air before catching him, then doing it again.
Luke…
Her sweet, sweet boy!
The silver hair of the woman next to Harwin gave away her identity. It was Laena. Her beloved Goodsister held her skirts up to prevent them from getting wet as she picked up handfuls of water and tossed them in the air, watching as the droplets sparkled in the low evening sun.
Lastly, Rhaenyra saw him, her most excellent ally against the world that turned its back on her.
“D-Daemon?” Rhaenyra choked.
As Daemon swung around, Rhaenyra was overjoyed and heartbroken at seeing their daughter Visenya in his arms. She had been taken from them so cruelly, and yet here she stood, alive and safe. Hope swelled within her as she looked upon her child's sweet face, but a deep sadness threatened to overwhelm her too.
“Rhaenyra?” Daemon said, his voice echoing and distant.
“Muña?” Luke gasped, his eyes going wide.
“Mother! Jace exclaimed, appearing from nowhere. “Mother, you are here!”
Hot tears poured down Rhaenyra’s face as she reached out for them, only to stop at the voice of Balerion.
“If you enter, you can not return, Rhaenyra of House Targaryen,” the God of Death said. “You enter into the afterlife and find your peace.”
“You said I had a choice,” Rhaenyra said, turning to them. “What, what is the other option.”
“We grant you the ability to return to Westeros and begin anew,” Vermax replied. “You will remember everything, of course, but shall wake up on the morning before your mother dies.”
“I choose my family!” Rhaenyra said. “I want to be with them!”
Vhagar tilted her head. “And here I thought you were a rational woman, a queen, who put the needs of her people above her own?”
“My brother is king; he will rule Westeros after he kills my son,” Rhaenyra said. “What is there for me back there?”
“Your brother only lives for another six months, Rhaenyra,” Vhagar replied. “He dies and is replaced by your son. But the realm falls into the hands of tyrants after his death, and in less than two centuries, your House will be all but extinct.”
“No! That cannot be! House Targaryen is the greatest House to ever rule in Westeros!” Rhaenyra protests.
“Without your dragons, you are nothing more than common men,” Aerydor replied. “And that is your undoing.”
“The future of your House falls upon the shoulders of a lone girl, a princess born in exile,” Arrax reveals. “She brings forth dragons from stone. Yet she, like you, is murdered by those who had sought to use her for their own gains. House Targaryen is no more, and icy darkness washes over the land.”
“No….” Rhaenyra gasped. “I can’t… that can’t happen!”
The prophecy.
The words of Aegon the Conqueror, his dragon dreams, the future of her House… With her death, all of that is lost, the dragons they rode and tamed are no more, and this evil takes over everything.
Rhaenyra stood before the three people that she loved most: Daemon, Laena, and Harwin. As she looked upon them and their children, she wanted nothing more than to be with them all and never leave. But even as her heart yearned for freedom from responsibility, another part of her knew that caution was required. She was caught between two worlds; one where she could finally feel joy without worry, and another where she needed to keep her doubts hidden away.
But she can not.
Rhaenyra's voice trembles with agony as she chokes out her words, “I want to join you. I ache to hold you, long for your embrace and crave our union. But my duty to Westeros cannot be forsaken. I'm sorry - so desperately sorry.” Tears stream down her cheeks like a river of grief, her heart frozen in sorrow.
Daemon, Laena, and Harwin all nod one by one, understanding.
“We will be together, my Dragon Queen,” Harwin said, patting Luke’s head.
“In this world or the next,” Laena said, smiling at her.
Rhaenyra looked to Daemon and Visenya at their beautiful daughter stolen from them before she could breathe.
“She will be our firstborn,” she said, looking at the babe. “A great queen to follow after me.”
Daemon smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He reached forward and took her face in his hand, moving slowly so that she could draw away if she wished. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, leaned into his touch ever so slightly before forcing herself to pull away to avoid being tempted. Turning back to the Fourteen Flames, she lifted her chin.
“I choose to return to Westeros,” she said firmly, wiping her cheeks. “I will take a second chance at life.”
The gods roared, the thunder of their voices shaking the ground beneath them. They clapped their hands together with a sound that thundered across the sky and linked together in a circle. Their chants were like lightning in the air, the language of High Valyiran vibrating through every corner of the universe. Rhaenyra felt as if she was being pulled into an alternate realm as a euphoric warmth enveloped her body and left her glowing. Her hair danced wildly in the invisible winds, singing to the power of the gods.
“I will need someone to assist me in this!” Rhaenyra shouted, struggling against the tempestuous gusts. “But who can I trust? Who can I rely on?” She had no idea of who might help her, and yet there was no other way—she needed allies.
“Just two can know the truth!” Vhagar's voice thundered, reverberating through space and time. “More than that would be a dangerous risk; it will unravel the universe beyond recognition.” Her words hung in the air like a warning, an omen of things to come should his warning go unheeded.
“Choose them well, Rhaenyra,” Syrax said, smiling at her. “I know you will make a wonderful Queen.”
The wind tunnel became constricting, and Rhaenyra clawed at her throat as she felt it cut off her air supply. Light erupted from the gods, enveloping Rhaenyra and silencing her screams from the ears of the gods. The skies darkened as she was crushed and twisted before becoming reforged and crashing back down to earth.
Rhaenyra fell out of her bed with a gasp, falling face-first onto the soft padded rug by her bed. Her heart pounded in her ears, her breath came ragged and small. The doors to her chambers burst open, and two of her Lady’s-in-Waiting came running in, guards close behind them, their swords drawn.
“Who dares to threaten a Princess of Westeros?!” one of the Guards bellowed, his hands clenched tight around his sword pommel.
“Your Highness?” one of her Lady’s-in-Waiting gasped. “Your Highness, are you all right?”
“I… what…?” Rhaenyra gasped.
“Oh, Your Highness, you’ve fallen out of bed again,” the young woman sighed.
The guards relaxed their stance, relieved there was no danger.
‘Where am I?’ Rhaenyra wondered.
Her eyes swept the room, taking in the luxurious furnishings, her dragon-riding leathers tossed so casually over a chair, her desk covered in paper and quills, her dresses peaking out from their closet. She looked down at her hands and saw them small and slender, now swollen from her weight gain from all her pregnancies and love of rich foods.
“What year is it?” Rhaenyra whispered.
“Come again, Your Highness?” the Lady asked.
“What year is it?!” Rhaenyra demanded, louder this time.
“1-105 AC, Your Highness,” the Lady-in-Waiting stammered.
Rhaenyra could not believe it. This was the year her mother died. The year her life changed forever.
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A Siren's Forte: Nevermore
Star City
February 15, 7:00 PST
"I'm guessing that you've had a busy month."
Jenna gave a wry grin as she settled back into the plush cushions behind her. "How'd you figure?" she asked. "Was it because it's been over a month since we've last done one of these sessions?"
The man sitting across from her smiled in return. "Something like that," he said simply. "Why don't you give me a rundown of the important parts?"
Firstly, there was the thing with Sam.
The kid was an actual meta-human.
Looking back on it, it was almost ridiculous how that little fact had managed to stay a secret for so long. So many situations happened where that could have been discovered and yet it still managed to slip under their radar.
He called it a 'messed up version of echolocation'. It was like his sense of awareness had been cranked up to a thousand, giving him a mental map of everything around him to know exactly who or what was around him before anyone else did. The size of said things depended on how clear they were in his mind, but he was getting the hang of it.
It sucked for the first few days. It was all so new and unexpected that even the slightest shift in someone's stance nearby would nearly make him keel over. Then the next few weeks involved a lot of effort to learn to separate his usual sense of feeling from the amplified version. It was necessary if he was ever going to get it under control; the last thing he wanted was to be stuck like that, only able to see through vibrations essentially. 
Jenna had drug him out of the Premiere Building's medbay, grappling with the fact that she essentially had to re-teach control to her protégé. Something she had to learn herself at a young age.
Her own powers had woken when she was just seven years old. She had gone to the mall with her family and, due to it being so crowded, she got lost. Her fear was already overwhelming her, but it was someone grabbing her by the arm that set it off. She had let out a scream, but what came out was no ordinary cry from a child.
Amid the chaos and confusion of 'why is that little girl screaming so loudly' and 'how did those store windows suddenly shatter', Jenna's mom found her and immediately grabbed her and her sister, rushing all of them home. Then the following days consisted of teaching Jenna how to handle her newfound Canary Cry–the exact same that her mom and sister had.
Which is what Jenna had been doing with Sam almost twenty years later. Easier said than done when it was nothing she had dealt with before, but the only way to get better was to force him to work on that control. They found that meditation helped. Forcing oneself to let everything go and then pick and choose what to allow back in. 
It was helping, little by little, and so was learning to hone that ability when one couldn't rely on vision. He had also joked that wearing a blindfold so many times was going to improve his hearing too.
"What else?"
Then there was the situation with Artemis that took place just the night before.
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🌷🌷Welcome to genderbent park🌷🌷
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n7punk · 3 months
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what's the worst thing you watched and kept up with (at least for a while) because you were gay and begging for scraps? mine was probably pretty little liars
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jubileemon · 21 days
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Lumity Analysis: Why They're Perfect
"Lumity" refers to the ship between Luz Noceda and Amity Blight from the Disney animated series "The Owl House." Disney has made strides in LGBTQ+ representation in recent years. Historically, the company has been criticized for a lack of diversity in its characters, but there have been notable developments toward inclusivity.
Their Introduction
In the first season of "The Owl House," Luz Noceda and Amity Blight are initially introduced as classmates at Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. Amity is a skilled and popular student, while Luz is an enthusiastic human girl who lacks magical abilities. Their relationship starts with Amity being dismissive and condescending towards Luz, especially due to Luz's unconventional approach to magic.
As the season progresses, particularly in episodes like "Understanding Willow" and "Enchanting Grom Fright," their dynamic begins to shift. Luz learns more about Amity's struggles and challenges, and Amity starts to see Luz in a different light. The development of their friendship and eventual romantic undertones forms a significant part of the first season.
Understanding Amity Blight
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Amity Blight is portrayed as a prodigious young witch attending Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. Initially portrayed as a competitive and dismissive character, the show explores the reasons behind her behavior, delving into her struggles with family expectations and her own desire to fit in. Instead of sticking to a one-dimensional "mean girl" persona, Amity's relationships with other characters, especially with Luz and Willow, showcase a more nuanced personality.
She once had a close friendship with Willow Park, but due to peer pressure and her desire to fit into her family's expectations, Amity distances herself from Willow. This storyline is explored in the episode "Understanding Willow," shedding light on the complexities of Amity's character.
Family Life and Abuse
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Her parents, Odalia and Alador Blight, are portrayed as strict and demanding figures, particularly her mother, Odalia. The show hints at emotional abuse from her mother, adding layers to Amity's internal conflicts. Amity has older siblings, twins named Emira and Edric Blight. They play a significant role in the series, as they really love their little sister and occasionally offer advice to her. While they share the Blight family ambition, they also display a more carefree and rebellious attitude compared to Amity.
Being the more overtly abusive parent, Odalia sets unrealistic expectations for Amity by pressuring her to conform to the Blight family's high standards. This constant pressure to excel and meet these expectations contributes to Amity's initial behavior as an arrogant rival and her internal struggles. Odalia's emotional manipulation and criticism shape Amity's sense of self-worth and contribute to her insecurities. The fear of disappointing her mother and the desire for approval become driving forces in Amity's life, affecting her interactions with others, including her peers like Luz.
On the other hand, Alador's neglect also plays a role in Amity's development. His lack of active involvement in her life might leave Amity feeling overlooked and contribute to a sense of loneliness. The absence of positive attention from a parental figure could impact her emotional well-being and contribute to her seeking validation elsewhere, whether through academic achievements or conforming to societal expectations.
Early Behavior
At the beginning of "The Owl House," Amity was introduced as an arrogant rival and a bit of a bully. Driven by her desire to excel academically and meet her family's expectations, she initially sees Luz as a threat and behaves dismissively and competitively.
One example of this was when she almost got Luz dissected by Principal Bump, mistaking her for an abomination. This incident shows her willingness to use any means to maintain her status, even if it means putting Luz in danger. This showcases the extent of her dedication to conforming to her family's standards.
Similarly, in the episode "Covention," Amity's actions, like stepping on King's cupcake, illustrate her inclination to follow the expectations set by her peers and her mother. These instances lay the groundwork for her eventual realization and character development as she begins to question the values she once upheld and develops a more authentic sense of self.
Why Luz Is A Positive Influence?
Amity's transformation into a better and more compassionate person was strongly influenced by her friendship with Luz Noceda. When Luz entered Amity's life, she challenged the rigid expectations set by Amity's family and offered genuine friendship. Luz's positive influence on Amity stems from her acceptance and encouragement. Since Luz doesn't judge Amity based on her family background or talents, this acceptance allows Amity to gradually break free from the toxic influences of her parents. Through various adventures and shared experiences, Luz helps Amity rediscover her own values and passions.
As their friendship evolves into a romantic relationship, Amity learns the importance of authenticity and staying true to herself. Luz's influence empowers Amity to challenge societal norms and expectations, fostering a sense of independence and self-discovery.
Her Friendship With Willow
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"Understanding Willow" is a pivotal episode in "The Owl House" where Amity confronts the regrets and pain she caused Willow due to her past actions and toxic friendships. In this episode, viewers witness the depth of Amity's character as she reflects on her role in distancing herself from Willow and succumbing to the toxic influence of her friend group, particularly Boscha and Skara.
This episode also marked a turning point for Amity as she decided to make amends with Willow. This act of vulnerability and apology demonstrates her willingness to break free from the toxic patterns in her life, thanks to Luz. It sets the stage for Amity's broader character development, paving the way for her eventual growth into a more better person.
Luz Is Amity's First Crush
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Amity's revelation of her attraction to women, particularly her crush on Luz, in "Enchanting Grom Fright" can be relatable to many teenagers discovering their own sexuality.
Amity's realization and expression of her feelings for Luz capture the uncertainty and excitement that often accompany one's first crush. When Grom attacks her, and Amity's worst fear is seen as being romantically rejected by someone unspecified, shown by Grom tearing up a note, Amity was seen throughout the episode. Luz reassures her it's alright and offers to go to Grom with her instead, as that's what friends do.
Amity and Luz then team up and fight Grom by dancing together, where they are portrayed to be extremely close while doing so. After their dance, it is revealed to the audience that it was Luz who Amity had been planning to ask out to Grom but didn't out of her fear of rejection.
Certainly, the intensity of Amity's feelings for Luz has been a notable and recurring theme in both Season 1 and Season 2 of "The Owl House." The blushing moments between Amity and Luz serve as visual cues to emphasize the romantic undertones of their relationship.
How They Fell In Love?
At first, Amity sees Luz as a rival and is dismissive of her unconventional approach to magic. Amity's uptightness and desire to maintain her status as the top student clash with Luz's spontaneous and chaotic nature. Despite their differences, Luz's persistence and kindness slowly break down Amity's initial resistance.
As Amity and Luz spend more time together, they begin to form a genuine connection. Amity starts to appreciate Luz's unique perspective and adventurous spirit, which contrasts with her own practical and regimented approach to magic. Throughout their adventures, these experiences deepen their bond and allow Amity to see Luz in a new light. As their friendship evolved, Amity began to realize her feelings for Luz. Despite her initial resistance and the societal expectations placed upon her, Amity embraces her love for Luz, recognizing that their differences complement each other. Ultimately, it's Luz's uniqueness, kindness, and unwavering support that lead Amity to fall in love with her.
Will They, Won't They?
The show subverted the common "Will They, Won't They" trope by providing a more nuanced and progressive approach to the development of romantic relationships, particularly the central one between Luz and Amity. Rather than drawing out the tension over multiple seasons, the show addresses Amity's feelings for Luz relatively early in the series. This allows for a more extended exploration of their relationship beyond the initial stage of uncertainty.
The show also doesn't rely heavily on misunderstandings or miscommunication between Luz and Amity to create drama. Instead, it focuses on their genuine connection, allowing the relationship to progress organically. This subverts the common trope of prolonged miscommunication, leading to unnecessary tension.
While the romantic aspect is crucial, the foundation of Luz and Amity's relationship is built on a strong and supportive friendship.
Becoming An Official Couple
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In the episode "Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door ", the Tunnel of Love scene shows the depth of their characters and the relatable challenges they face in expressing their feelings.
Luz's Perspective: Luz's awkwardness and reluctance in the Tunnel of Love stem from her past experiences of being mocked for her unconventional behavior. This fear of rejection has likely been exacerbated by instances where her crushes didn't reciprocate her feelings, making her cautious and hesitant in expressing herself romantically.
Luz's attempt to stop the ride and dismantle the romantic setting reflects her desire to show Amity a grand and unique romantic gesture. She may feel that Amity deserves something more extraordinary than what the Tunnel of Love provides, inadvertently overlooking the fact that Amity finds the gesture charming.
Amity's Perspective: On the other hand, Amity was seeking confirmation that Luz reciprocates her feelings. The romantic setting of the Tunnel of Love, despite its cheesiness, is a sign to Amity that Luz might share her romantic interest. Amity's genuine flattery and blushing indicate that she appreciates the gesture, but Luz's reaction misleads her. Amity's fear of rejection, rooted in past experiences such as Grom taking Luz's form and tearing her note, resurfaces. Luz's destructive response triggers Amity's trauma, as she believes Luz is rejecting her. The heartbroken expression mirrors the pain of potential rejection.
The episode hints at Luz's past experiences of bullying on Earth, likely due to her neurodivergence and inability to conform to societal norms. Amity's socially inept behavior is a result of her strict upbringing, making both characters relatable to those who have faced similar challenges.
Their First Kiss
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The first kiss between Luz and Amity in "Clouds on the Horizon" is a heartfelt moment in their relationship. Amity's vulnerability, coupled with Luz's genuine concern, sets the stage for a deepening emotional connection when Luz used vines to climb to Amity's room and the privacy provided by Amity's siblings leaving emphasize the intimacy of the moment.
Amity's uncertainty about Luz's safety adds a layer of tension that is beautifully resolved when they run to each other with joy upon realizing they are both safe. Luz's promise to take Amity on a real date showcases her commitment and care for Amity beyond the immediate circumstances. The unexpected kiss between Amity and Luz is a culmination of their growing feelings for each other. The blushing aftermath reflects the natural and tender awkwardness of two characters navigating new romantic territory.
Amity's decision to defend Luz against Odalia's dismissal is a powerful declaration of their relationship, marking a turning point in Amity's willingness to stand up for her feelings and challenge familial expectations.
Conclusion
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Finally, in the series finale, "Watching and Dreaming," Luz and Amity's love for each other shines through as they confront their greatest challenges yet. From supporting each other in the dream realm to sharing a heartfelt reunion after the final battle, their bond remains unbreakable. The tender moments they share, including a kiss on the cheek and their affectionate embrace, affirm the depth of their feelings and the enduring nature of their relationship.
From their initial interactions marked by misunderstandings to the development of a deep and supportive connection, Lumity stands out for its positive representation.
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cosmicanemoia · 9 months
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Ms. Nobody
Melissa schemmenti x reader
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You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.
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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.
A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.
You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"
The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.
You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.
"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.
You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.
The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.
"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.
You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.
"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"
Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.
While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.
She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.
You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.
"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.
Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.
You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.
Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.
"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.
You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.
The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.
Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.
Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.
"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"
"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.
A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.
Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.
They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.
The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.
Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.
Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.
"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.
You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.
You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.
You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.
She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.
You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.
You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.
After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.
You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.
You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.
Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.
You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"
She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.
The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.
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fromtheseventhhell · 5 months
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People erasing Asha's attraction to/relationships with men because she's a non-conforming woman is very weird (i.e. homophobic and misogynistic)
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hawnks · 5 months
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Anyway, play Night in the Woods. It’s really actually very fun and easy to play, it’s just that sometimes a line of dialogue will come up and it will change how you perceive yourself and your place in this world forever. And then you just have to press c and keep going.
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shivieroy · 4 months
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girls do not think about boys, girls think about how sylvie is hated for the same reasons loki is loved because she got in the way of a ship between two white guys in which one of them is a time cop.
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septic-stories · 11 months
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A Siren's Forte: Into The Breach
Burbank
January 25, 17:16 PST
Banshee's knee bounced anxiously. He had just gotten word from Siren that they had a lead on Violet. He hoped that they would be able to find her. Or he hoped that his team would be able to find her if they couldn't.
"Luck? That's all you're gonna say?"
Banshee turned to Vic. He was looking back at Beast Boy who was finishing up a text.
The Outsiders' leader frowned. "How did you-" Then he realized who he was talking to. "Oh. Never mind."
He pocketed his phone, turning to the rest of his squad. "Miss Martian and the team are following their lead, we'll follow ours."
"And what is our lead? Why are we here exactly?" Kid Flash questioned from the front of the Bio-Ship. Everyone else who could make it was taking up the rest of the space, making for a packed ship.
"Didn't the team search Granny's studio already?" he added, looking out at the set of buildings below.
Banshee's frown deepened as he looked too. Since he was no longer a part of the team, it sucked that he wasn't able to help with the initial searches. Even more so, it pissed him off that his friends and former teammates had inadvertently received backlash since Granny had gone on the air to voice how upset she was that metas were raiding her places 'after all she had done for them.'
Hearing that made him want to barf. Or land a solid punch to good ol' Granny's face after what she did to Siren and Nightwing.
Rather than explain himself, Beast Boy turned to their newest friend. "Vic?"
Vic sighed. "Okay, for a while now, I've been struggling to figure out the full extent of my cyber-abilities..." he began. "It all started when I intercepted a text from Violet to Brion."
"You hacked his phone?" Wonder Girl said incredulously.
"Uh, no. The cybernetic part of my brain just intercepted the text," Vic corrected. "Things like that would happen at random. I- I couldn't control it. And back then"–he scoffed–"I didn't want to. But after my recent Mobius-Tech infusion, I kinda got a handle on this...'gift'.
"I can reach out with my mind to anything on the web or the cloud or, well, anything electronic, really," he revealed. "That's how I sensed Motherbox was in danger at Granny's house. So ever since Tara told us Granny took Violet, I've been searching any and everything related to Gretchen Goode, Granny Goodness, or Goode World Studios."
Blue Beetle spoke up. "How's that different from what Oracle's been doing?" he asked, his arms crossed in contemplation.
"It's not...and it is?"
Banshee raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate."
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hoolay-boobs · 7 months
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“What do you mean there’s still so much biphobia in fan spaces? Bisexuals are like some of the most popular characters!”
Yeah, and they either get treated like this:
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“Biphobia isn’t real” neither are your braincells
#bisexuals deserve better#biphobia tw#biphobia#bisexual#bisexuality#listen not to post this rancid post on bi visibility month but part of bi visibility month is venting about biphobia and that’s okay#long tags#bisexual characters are constantly branded as either gay/lesbian or straight because bisexuality is constantly branded as never good enough#yes harlivy are sometimes fetishized by men who want to get off on seeing girls smooch. yes sometimes these men are the writers of dc#no they do not make up 100% of harlivy content. no gross men drooling over harlivy doesn’t immediately make harlivy straight#harlivy have had queer female writers before. a huge portion of their fanbase are queer girls#just because they are occasionally festished doesn’t mean that they aren’t good bi rep#I see where this person is coming from but no. bc REAL BI WOMEN get festishized by men and that won’t make their sexuality any less valid#would you tell these real girls that they’re actually straight since ‘sapphicness isn’t sapphicness once it’s taken advantage of by men’?#glimmer lesbian content makes me sad bc it’s not even like interpreting harlivy or korrasami as lesbians assuming all wlw is solely lesbian#but also erasing her entire romance with bow. degrading it down to comphet and ignoring bow#like I can at least understand mistakening poison ivy for a lesbian but glimmer?? glimmer??!#biphobic#biphobic tw#bisexual hardships#korrasami#harlivy#glimbow#bi#fucking essay in the tags
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keitheaverage · 23 hours
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jenny wakeman not beating the "toxic yuri magnet" allegations 😔
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angry-brony · 1 month
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i am bothered when bi characters have no decent ship options for one or the other gender
take sunset shimmer here for instance.
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amazing charater, 12/10 charater, my brainrot catalyst for almost a near decade.
she has a full list of female ship option for her (even if i think most of her popular ones are mid to bad but that's a rant to get cancelled for another day #justice4wallflower)
but she literally has one motherfucker on the male side and it's boring motherfucker.
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this is fucking tragic, a war crime, a fucking disappointment unpairalied. at least scitwi has timber too so she has that but damn they did sunset dirty in this respect.
you have to basicly make a new characters to make him any more interesting the saltine with salt scraped off.
and we could say luz from owl house also falls into this category cuz she had hunter...for like a little while as a viable option till they got more fleshed out and he became unviable and she had nobody after.
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