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captainswanapproved · 2 years

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Angst prompt: Rhaenyra has an early miscarriage between Aegon and Viserys and Daemon has to console her alone because they hadn't told the kids yet in case this would happen.

Tears stained her cheeks as the blood of her unborn child stained her hands. The baby had quickened the previous moon. She and Daemon had already discussed names. Viserys for a boy or Visenya for a girl.

Now the hope for a second child with Daemon was spilled across her flesh and stained against the white cotton of her small clothes.

A pounding on the door broke Rhaenyra out of the fog of her sorrows. She remembered suddenly that Daemon was expecting her. They were supposed to ride dragons with the children. She was going to share the news that there would soon be another sibling. But now those hopes were dashed against the craggy shore of Dragonstone.

“Rhaenyra, shall I have to break down this door?” Daemon sounded impatient and for a moment, Rhaenyra wanted to scream at him. Only he did not know the truth. She could not take her anguish out on her beloved husband. Her grief would soon be shared.

Daemon pounded on the door again. Rhaenyra took a deep breath and unbolted the door.

Daemon entered the chamber, his face alive with impatience, but the moment he saw the blood on Rhaenyra’s hands and the tears on her cheeks, that melted away. “What is wrong, my love.”

“We lost the baby, Daemon,” Rhaenyra said, her voice soft and pitiful, choking back sobs.

Daemon took her in his arms. “I will call the maester. Perhaps you are mistaken.” His voice sounded equally broken.

Rhaenyra shook her head. “I know the signs, love. I witnessed my mother go through the very same. There was too much blood. Our little dragon is gone.”

Daemon pressed his forehead against hers. She tasted the salt of his tears when he kissed her. “Are you in any pain, my love?”

“The physical pain has passed, but the grief will linger,” Rhaenyra said. “I do not want to see the maester. I only want you to hold me.”

Daemon swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He settled beside her and crushed her to him. For hours, Rhaenyra wept. Daemon held her as she cried, kissing her hair and stroking her back. Only when she found rest did Daemon finally allow himself to feel the full extent of his grief.

Daemon loved his children and Rhaenyra’s children, but he wanted more sons and daughters with his beloved. Could the gods be cruel enough to deny them?

Sometime in the middle of the night, Rhaenyra stirred. “Daemon, the children. We have let them down. They were so looking forward to riding the dragons.”

“There will be time for that tomorrow, love. Go back to sleep.”

Rhaenyra looked at him, fresh tears in her eyes. “I want to keep trying, Daemon.”

“I do not want to treat you as your father treated your mother,” Daemon said, his voice hesitant. “You are not a brood mare. You are the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“I do not want to keep trying out of duty,” Rhaenyra said. “This will not break me. We will have more children.”

Daemon loved his wife’s stubborn expression. He kissed her, softly, tenderly. Against her flesh, he whispered, “As my queen commands.”

Send me some Daemyra prompts!

#daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #Anon this was rude #but I loved writing it #my writing

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frizzyanya · 1 year

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The longest fic I've ever written and posted on AO3 was a labor of love that took from 2020-2022. (It was for The Untamed.)

Someone just TRANSLATED THE ENTIRE FIC INTO SPANISH and I have never been more honored in my entire life I'm ready to bawl my eyes out over this.

#untamed fanfiction #the untamed #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #lan wangji #wei wuxian #honestly i havent thought about that fic in ages #but i loved writing it #kind of feels very full circle because i finsihed it on a royal caribbean cruise ship #and i found out about this while on a different royal Caribbean cruise ship #small world #im so touched i might not sleep tonight #the rush of seratonin is like a hit of caffeine honestly #maybe stronger

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wildelydawn · 2 years

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Mailman, Wingman. | A KinnPorsche: the Series FanFic.

Please don't ask me what inspired this story. I just miss Big, and I really believe he and Kim were friends, so.

Feedback is always appreciated!

Plot Summary:

“Your arm is broken. The others can escort me, according to my schedule.”

“I understand, Mr. Kim. What would you have me do instead?”

“Open mail.”

“I’m sorry?”

(Or: Most days, Kim has Big open fan mail, and some days, Big covers for Kim because that's what friends do.)

Read the story on Ao3!

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so-many-ocs · 4 months

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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

#🌿 misc #idk how to tag this #i just love making lists #and sorting things into categories #pinterest #??#this is part of what motivates me to write i just love making lists of scenes and then sorting them into categories #bangers

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palatial-monstrosity · 15 days

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the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

#i love this site where else could i write this

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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noperopesaredope · 6 months

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I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

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crimeronan · 6 months

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god i wish i wouldn't have to explain the intricacies of the neopets economy to you guys to give the full context for this but. the new neopets team that took over from jumpstart pledged that they were going to curb the inflation of rare items, which is great because a lot of rare items are worth literally hundreds of millions of neopoints, they are unbuyable unless you've been playing actively for 20 years. they did this earlier with a site festival that included random loot boxes, some of which had Unbelievably Fucking Rare And Precious items worth 200 million neopoints apiece.

well.

today they have gone a step further. by releasing this year's trick-or-treat bags. and having the trick-or-treat bags be stuffed to the brim with unbelievably fucking rare stamps, weapons, paint brushes, defense magic, and other unbuyables. (all prohibitively expensive and in-high-demand types of items.)

jellyneo, the premier neopets website, has recorded prices of some items plummeting from 2,000,000 neopoints to 4,000 neopoints IN THE LAST THREE HOURS. this is when most people haven't even heard about the event or OPENED THEIR BAGS YET.

and of course. cherry on top. 20-year-old account holders are crytyping on the site events neoboard about how mean and cruel it is to make rare stamps part of the prize pool, because their entire identity hinges on being part of the neopian bourgeoisie, and they are having MELTDOWNS over their assets being devalued until they're part of the lowly proletariat.

this is a children's game for children btw.

none of the money is real.

i'm having such a good time.

#i paused in opening my bags to write this bc the site's getting so much traffic that it's taking 3 minutes to refresh one page #i've pulled a paint brush a stamp that used to be worth 2 mil (it's not now) and another stamp that's always been cheap.#i have 4 more bags to open still.#i Love It Here.#neopets

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allmoshnobrain · 23 days

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i don’t even know what i expected in that part 5 ending but it wasn’t that! my face was literally :😱

I hope you liked it, honey!! I tried really hard not giving away any hints that that would happen at all because I really wanted it to be a plot twist

#honestly there's so much tension between those three that i'm surprised it didn't happen earlier #but i LOVED writing it #eleanore marie burton the seductress that you are!!#in another happier universe dave was never kicked out of the band and they ended up into a happy poly relationship #ada's asks #anon ask

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evidently-endless · 5 days

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i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#[big sign that says this post is not exclusively about ts]#mountain goats fan take i know but #(quietly) the confessional style is almost losing impact because every goddamn thing has to be excavated from the depths of the soul now #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd.#i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist!#something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 18 days

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Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.

k.b. // by jennifer johnson

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thatruerealmwalker · 2 months

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Stranger File: Judgement

Below is a short story and some text introducing a Stranger, one from a group of characters I have been working on, inspired from some things you may have seen on the blog recently.

If you would like to skip the story and get to who the Stranger is themselves, scroll down until you reach their picture.

Please keep in mind that there are some dark subject matter covered here, including references to suicide, death, abuse, ect. Reader digression is Advised

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Within the empty spaces. The ones where you are truly alone. No distractions in sight for your mind to latch to. The whispering growing louder each step you take. Where you should find comfort from the glares, it only gets worse.

They are here now, right behind you. You can barely handle being under their gaze. They have been here, and will always be here, even more now then ever before.

They have been watching you all this time, this Stranger. When you first told your first hurtful lie, they saw through you then. When you first stole and got away, they were right behind you as you ran from that little store. When you first harmed another person for reasons most selfish, they were there, watching you as you beat that girl into the ground.

They never acted, never called you out even if it was truly wrong... they simply sat, and watched. At the time, you would have never realized they were even there.

That was not the only times they were there. The Stranger was there when you opened a door for another person, walking in behind them. The Stranger was there when you gave a gift to another, watching your little sister smile. The Stranger was there when you pulled your friend back from the ledge, gazing at you while you both walked to the stairs.

It was only after the a̷̡̰͕̒̄̀c̴̡̯̈̍͘c̵̨̡͎̄̚i̷̪̘͓̋̀̚d̵̢̗̥̈̀̐e̸̛̹̜̼̓̑n̴͇̱͗͗͜ţ̵̎? did you see the Stranger for the first time. Under that tree covered path, in the shadows made by the forest leaves, their eyes glowing like stars in the night... looking Right. At. You.

You ran at the time, and kept on running ever sense. When they were at your home, right outside your door, you ran. When they were at the mall, looking through a shop's window, you ran. When they were at the funeral, standing right next to your grieving mother, you ran.

You soon found yourself at your sister's school, late one night, she used to come here everyday for her clubs. You walked past the room in which she painted the most beautiful beach you've seen. You walked past the courtyard where she laughed with her best friend. You walked into her classroom, the one where-

The Stranger was there- right at the class- you turned but the door was blocked by shap-

"̶͉̌̒̚S̸̘̘͓͠Í̷̡̨̦T̵͕̪́"̸͉̟̉̍̓

You sat at a seat- why? You don't know, but you did, and you hate that you did.

You could not look at them, your body kept on shaking, you wanted to run but couldn't, you never could have never ran from the start.

You were mad, pissed at this Stranger for forcing their way into something that didn't involve them, so you got up, looked into the b̶̢̗̒̑l̷̨͠u̵͙͑ͅr̷̛̯͝ŕ̶̜̠͠e̸̍ͅd̴̩̏͠?̶̢̳̃͑ face of this bastard- you don't why you said it, you felt as if it was the only thing you could say, and yet, and yet those words cost you everything-

"WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!"

The Stranger's mouth twisted into a small yet vindictive grin, thei- no her eyes filled with mirth. And yet she did nothing, and you decided to leave, just DONE with any of this, getting up from your seat and wal-

Her body was in your hands, at the bottom of the cliff. You were mad, so mad that she broke your favorite necklace- yet it wasn't your favorite, she was right. You only kept it because you still wanted your girlfriend back, even after you hurt her, even after you bashed her into the floor of your house for daring to think she could ever leave you.

You were tired of it, tired of how she brought it up all the time, what you did, treating you like some freak... which you were. You thought she had no right... when she really did. and so you shoved her. She wasn't supposed to fall- she wasn't supposed to get hurt- she wasn't supposed to stop breathing...

And the Stranger was there, SHE WAS THERE, watching as you held your little sister's unbreathing CORPSE-

The Stranger has been watching all this time, counting each and every one of your sins. Each good deed, each terrible sin, she has seen them all. She was in the crowd that caught you holding your sister's hand. You could feel her in the eyes of your friends, who knew the truth but didn't say. You swear she was in your mind, filling it with guilt at what you did.

This Stranger, their no longer a Stranger anymore. You know their name, and you know it well. Your soul forever Scared by their influence.

They are Judgement, and they have found you Guilty.

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The First of the Strangers I'll be introducing. This is Judgement. The one who has seen everything, and has been judging your every action. She judges only by your karma, the totally of your rights and wrongs, uncaring for emotion or reasons. As long as you lie beneath her notice, you have a chance at redemption... But one grand sin or deed may draw her near.

Here are some facts about Judgement.

She likes to keep things quite, mostly speaking only to question choice someone is about to make... but she does not like when people run from her- not. at. all. She finds that when she wants to judge someone, she often lures them into a school house or other places of learning. Treating sinners as children always gives her a laugh. She loves teaching children, and when she finds the time, often teaches them rights and wrongs "so that they won't become those I find guilty". She has a collection of crystal shapes filled with some kind of black smoke that by her words hold those she has deemed "beyond saving". She does not like being around the other Strangers... she cannot judge them like she can with other beings. She will work with them if needed, and do favors and the such, but she still does not find comfort in them. Their is one small thing you really should never bring up to her, and that's something like 'if killing someone to save another is a right or wrong'. She hates when the answer to a deed is grey. It's more work and if she wants any fairness, she has to actually care about the reasons. She likes to read in her spare time... and hates any kind of politics.

The thing about Strangers, is that they can maybe give gifts, share wisdom, join in conversations... but when they are asked for their names, or worse for their name to be spoken... to be become Known... is to allow them to bear their full powers, to no longer be a Stranger, but a Concept.

Trial of Judgement

Should Judgement become known, usually on her terms, Judgement will, if they deem the person before them to deserve a Trial, force the one who now Knows her through their memories. One at a time, all the good and the bad... so that she may make her judgement upon the soul before her.

She accepts that there can be change... but will still see to punishments herself if she find her victim Guilty. Scars, curses, illness and death all fall under that which she employs. She does not believe in good deeds deserving reward... and actions tainted by that want are one of the few things she may not look at as objectively right and wrong.

Should you find yourself deemed to far gone, blacked beyond all? Then she will trap you, and carry you with her forever more.

Wow that was a lot... I'll be making more soon, so keep your eyes out for those!

#Stranger Files #S-Judgement #Stranger #OC #Short Story #Original Story #I don't know what else to tag this-#This was very long #But I loved writing it #Hope it was a good read!

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magnusbae · 10 months

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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

#i said i wont ever rant about this bc it's unseemly but HONESTLY.#you simply cannot complain about not having enough of A or B or C and then never reblog / interact with the content you love.#If you LOVE something you cannot just leave a like and silently wait for more to happen #I know countless of content creators that simply stopped doing art/writing fic/making edits #You need to understand that fandom content is made FOR the fandom FOR the engagement FOR the entertainment and fun it makes.#If a content creator does not have fun IN the fandom-- why would they spend the scares free time they have on making this content?#And we're not talking about things that you don't like-- no one expects you to reblog things you don't like.#However I think it's safe to say that when a post has more than 5k it's not some random shitpost with no value.#tumblr issues #tumblr #content creators #buns.txt #something something please don't starve your local clowns

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ivynightshade · 5 months

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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

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ronanlynchbf · 8 months

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tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

#i literally JUST finished hill house a few days ago and i already want to reread. Badly. it's sooo so so soo sooooooooo good <33333!!!!!#also completely enamored by shirley jackson's writing style i NEED to read everything she has written ever like right now..#opening lines of ALL TIME btw 👆❗❗❗#r.txt #the haunting of hill house #ALSO i've seen commentary videos on the tv show they made of hill house but from what i remember of it it's SO different from the book???#i think they were all siblings in the show which is??????? like why would you change that part?? i love sibling relationships as much as the #next guy but i feel like the fact that none of them knew each other was such an essential part of the story like why would u change it....#also eleanor was like. an entirely different character who was also already dead in the show i believe??? and dr. montague doesn't exist??#hill house could've been really good as a show idk why they changed it up like that...like was the original story not interesting enough for #you or something?? WHO decided to make that change i just wanna talk 🤨

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corantus · 1 month

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butch nonspecific bean bag bears. they should let me design toys for children actually

their names are handy, married, grease, and freak ❤️

#original #beanie babies #? idk man might as well #these would be such good stickers ..who said that #i would love to write the little poems for them

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