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1donoow · 10 months

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VIDEO GAME REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

poppy playtime

security breach [montgomery gator][sunnydrop/moondrop]

the last of us [ellie williams][joel miller]

call of duty[task force 141][alejandro vargas][simon 'ghost' riley]

———POPPY PLAYTIME———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - reader being a same model as huggy

- Reader being an older janitor who never left

- bunzo learning that it's reader birthday

- the toys reacting to the reader carrying a kick-me-paul

- reader being the creator of huggy wuggy pt.1 pt.2

———SECURITY BREACH———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - security breach with a facepainter reader

- gregory and freddy finding the technician's secret office

- security breach with a mouse animatronic

- Canon animatronic meets y/n a kangaroo

- the animatronic receiving a tiny version of them self

@rainbowapocolypse - first encounter pt.1 pt.2 (animatronic! maintenance! reader)

@blueberrys-writings - scary dog privileges

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montgomery gator

@clanwarrior-tumbly - monty with a small moth animatronic

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sunnydrop/moondrop

@srslysierraa - hand in hand

@g00mb13 - headcannon

@clanwarrior-tumbly - sun and moon with a swordfighting fox animatronic

- Reader apologizing after getting banned

- sun helping overnight worker!reader clean

- reader calming moon when the light go out

- separate bodies

————THE LAST OF US————

ellie williams

@gonzo-rella - helping out ellie when she gets her period (platonic)

@elliesmainhoe - headcannon with a feminine s/o

@bubbles-for-all-of-us - that's my mom (platonic)

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joel miller

@forever-rogue - before

- hey kid

- bookish

@multific - a little friendlier

@luveline - grumpy x sunshine

@yelena-bellova - twenty years later masterlist

@peterparkersnose - christmas vibes

@nexusnyx - miss sunshine ♡

- my fellow, my guy ♡

- imagine being loved by me

@joels6string - cup o'joel

- haircut

@joelsgeetar - ___

@baevillier - regulars

@adora-but-ginger - sparks fly

@nanatargaryen - beach day

- grumpy x sunshine (platonic! immune!reader)

- joel and sarah miller x daughter!sister!reader

@wardenparker - for her

@from-the-clouds - savior complex

@orangevtae - I'm right here

- walking sins, lost tragedys

@talaok - incentive

- hunting lesson

- interrupted

- stay

@ourautumn86 - stray pt.3

@heartpascal - I am good (platonic)

- the crooked kind (platonic)

@angelltheninth - rescued by joel miller

@joshuagrayboy - jealous joel miller hc

- more than friends

———— CALL OF DUTY ————

task force 141

@sant-riley - random task force 141 x gen z member headcannon pt.3

- headcannon pt.2

@meatonfork - grim x platonic 141 hc

@itzclouding - becoming a shadow

@venomous-ragno - ghost and könig wirh a reader who has a big dog

@gatorbites-imagines - ___

@imaginesheaven - medic reader x tf 141 hc

@starstruckmiraclekitty - with a reader who sneeze like a kitten

@mangowafflesss - s/o who plays the sims

- Cod Boys Noticing their S/O Phone Screen is of Them

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - The 141 with a reader who's a cybersecurity specialist

@thesharktanksdriver - being the youngest member of 141 pt.1 (platonic)

@personwhowrites - putting stickers on them

@ghosts-bandwagon - ___

@mockerycrow - reader catching them looking at her ass

@gomzwrites - finding out about your soft spots

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alejandro vargas

@ragingbookdragon - ___

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simon 'ghost' riley

@sm8th0p - date (medic!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - babysitting

- ___

@halfmoth-halfman - the little things

-little treasures, life's pleasures

- our little secret

@clairdelunelove - things simon 'ghost' riley finds attractive about you pt.1

@euovennia - simon being a mom/dad friend to reader

#masterlist #video game rec #poppy playtime x reader #security breach x reader #ellie williams x reader #joel miller x reader #task 141 x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #simon riley x reader

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dollya-robinprotector · 11 days

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Giggling because I love making post with multiple character tags and then wait for the wrong face to be featured on all the tags ksksksks

This sydney looks soooo sillyyyy

Anw I just thought about my past so story time under the cut.

When I was in secondary school, I once knew a friend who was bullied.

For the context, it was a decent school, with 4 grades, each had 4 classes: A for lower-perform and naughty students, B for normal, C for better than average, and D for the Elites who will most definitely have bright future ahead. We are Asian children, study means EVERYTHING for us. Our worth are defined by how well we perform in school, how many awards we have and how good our grades are.

That friend was in class C. I was in class B. Normally we don't make friends outside of the class, but I once saw him being poured water on in the hallway, defended him and we became friends. Or something like that. Let's call him Z because I forgor his name now.

My parents didn't do well with the fact that I failed my entrance test and was stuck in normal class. They didn't have money to upgrade me to class C either, so they made me study extra hard. Back since I started going to school, I was being teased and harassed a lot too cuz I love to draw (what's the problem of kids being mean to artistic kids btw???). But since I was one of the best performers in study, I soon gained some respect and the soft bully subside. (I was terrible in math, but everything else were straight A okay??)

Z wasn't so lucky. I learned that his grades were terrible eventhough he was in class C. He stuttered a lot, always looks down when talking to people, never dare to engage in any conversation, etc... His appearance did not help, and he had some funny smell when I stood close to him. One thing though, he loved drawing too (urgh artistic kids again) and really admired my skill. The only times he would smile are when we talked about our fav anime. Looking back, I think maybe he had something to do with autism? I can't be sure though, but I know his parents spent a LOT to keep him in that better-than-average-class.

The bully was not too terrible, at least from what I saw and heard. He often got splashed by water, threw dirty rag or left-over food at, made fun of, laughed at, his belongings often went missing and be found somewhere dirty, etc... I used to went through all that too, so I helped him to somehow deal with them. Those sort of soft-physical bully were nothing scary once you got used to them. Just a little annoying. He got used to it too, I think, and we didn't mention those when we talk. I admit I might had some savior complex, and that friendship is not entirely friendly. It was more like I thought he would be helpless without me so I can't leave him alone.

And then one day when I was going home from school, Z approached me and asked if I want to go to his house. He said he has a very big greenhouse, and there were some pretty blooming flowers he wanted to show me. I never saw a greenhouse before and I love flowers, of course I said yes!

We rode our bicycles to his house. I've never been to his house before nor meet his parents. I didn't even ask my mom for permission to go but well, I was excited.

We went for a long time, and I started to realize he was leading me into the forest. I still went with him for maybe half an hour more, before I said I was tired and you didn't tell me your house would be this far. Then I look around and truly there was nothing bu trees surrounded the two of us. He looked back at me, clearly exhausted too, and said nothing. I started to realize the situation I was in: a 12 years old, in a forest, with no directions and a strange friend who I didn't really know. Yeh atm I was pretty scared.

I asked Z again where exactly is his house. He stuttered and said I don't need to worry, we would get there very soon. He said if I was too tired I can hop on his bike and he would get me there. Then he attempted to take my hand but that creeped me out so I stepped away from him. I turned my bike, ignored his calls, and just went as fast as I can toward the direction I thought would lead me out of the woods. He called out to me and began to chase after me too, but gave up after some times.

I then just rode my bike with full speed, somehow got out of the woods into a strange road I didn't know, asked around for direction and got home safe. My mom scolded me for being so damn late and I apologized. I never tell anybody, and never talk to Z ever again. He didn't bother me either. And that's the end of the story.

#well that still creeped me out till now #hope nothing bad happened to him tho

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penncilkid · 4 months

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Alright, so I was over here thinking about various things, which led me down the path of thinking about Damien. As I sat with my thoughts, I was struck by a question: Why is Damien so often headcanoned as a person of color?

And as a person of color, I want to take a closer look at this and talk about it.

Preface: For those who may not be aware, I personally headcanon Damien as Black and Filipino. The entire DAMN crew is Black in one way or another because I wanted them to be. (I am also Black, for reference)

When I think about the reasons why I headcanon Damien as a person of color, it's largely in part because I relate to him and project my lived experiences onto him as a character. Lots of the stereotypes put onto fire elementals have been directed towards me, or I have witnessed directed towards other people of color. So if you were to look at the way he is treated on the basis of being a fire elemental and say "this is why I have this headcanon"? Sure, I can buy into it.

But then what about the vampires?

Vampires are treated poorly in canon as well. If I remember correctly, it's mentioned by Vincent in regards to him attending classes at DAMN. Separate from that, though, they are treated poorly on the basis of being "feeders". (D(a)emons could be thrown into this as well. But I have complex thoughts on some of the popular headcanons, so that's a conversation for another day). It is something that permeates their everyday lived experiences, even if not constantly acknowledged. Yet majority of the fandom regards them as white. It is rare that I see any of the vampires, speaker or otherwise, depicted as anything other pale and/or white. So to me, there isn't a universal correlation of "Canonical discrimination towards a character is regarded as POC coding".

Another argument I could see people having: "I think he's a person of color based on how his mom was treated." Let's unpack this as a concept.

In itself, I love this line of thinking. It's taking various factors into play when coming up with a headcanon, which is always fun to me. But when you examine canon, his mom is discriminated against on the basis of being humanborn. In canon, Lasko is also humanborn. It's a core part of him as a character (so much so that it's also present in the Imperium). Yet, again, he's largely regarded as white. I can count on my hand the amount of non-white Lasko designs I have encountered. And almost all of the people with those designs are POC themselves. If you take this into consideration, being humanborn is not synonymous with being POC coded (at least throughout the fandom). So there isn't any concrete justification of his mom being explicitly regarded as POC. And as such, it no longer influences what Damien could be racially speaking. So again, I ask: Why is he so often headcanoned as a person of color?

Because here's my thing about Damien. There's just as much basis for him to be white, and I would directly cite the way he talks about DAMN as a whole. He has audios with FL in Season 1 as an example, but I think extensively about his more recent audio with Gavin ("Supporting An Incubus"). Throughout that audio, I had one persisting thought. I could lead with "His heart's in the right place" and such. But that doesn't change the fact that yeah, he 100% sounds like a white savior. You could go as far to save he always sounds like one when he talks about DAMN. The only time I've thought otherwise is when I'm actively imagining him as POC, which doesn't change what is presented in canon.

But all of this is so largely ignored by the fandom in favor of other headcanons— A lot them being that he's Black. And when I see how that is paired with widely popular white Lasko headcanons, it rubs me the wrong way. Especially given that canonically, he was scared of Damien at one point (a fact affirmed in several audios). Before anyone tries to say "But it was because—", that doesn't negate or erase context and subtext.

As I said when I made my post in regards to Huxley and Darlin often being headcanoned as specifically Black, I cannot dictate anyone's thoughts/headcanons. That's not the purpose of sharing these thoughts. What I am trying to do is have a conversation about something that I think is worth discussing and examining further. There is no harm in thinking critically about media you enjoy, and that's what I'm striving to do.

Just consider what I'm saying. Please.

#redacted damien #To the people who already saw this in the server: Hi again /lh #I just kept thinking about this and really couldn't ignore how off-putting it was #I adore Damien as a character #He's an important character to me and I relate to him heavily #But I wanna have this conversation too

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six-white-venus · 4 months

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if you ever see him, there is just one thing you would like to ask him:

how do i forgive?

because you've been trying, lord knows you have. it's been a year. he never loved you. it's as easy as that. why can't it be as easy as that?

you recently came across a letter you wrote him after he left, one where you're begging him to come back. you tore the paper copy into shreds a long time ago, but this one must have escaped your notice. you remember his response to the message. a thumbs-up emoji.

"whose name will i call, a thousand times over?" it said, "who will I call my love, my love, my love- exasperated, scandalised, laughing? who will I call?"

it's been a year and you know the answer to that question, more or less. no one. you will call no one. you will sit and stare at the paint peeling off your wall, that ugly, powdery blue that has started making your skin crawl. you will sit on the cold kitchen floor till your mom pulls you to your feet and brings you tea. you will call no one. you will make yourself forget.

except, it's not that easy.

he pops up in every mundane aspect of your life. the other day you found a keychain you bought him a month before his birthday, a month before he left you. you give it to someone else because why waste money? it's not like he lives in it.

(but he does, he does, he does.)

he is dating someone you used to know. you don't care. you want to throw up. you just want to ask: how do I forget?

a friend recently asked you, "do you think you had a savior complex, when it came to him?" you said you didn't, but maybe that's not the whole truth. maybe you did have some sort of twisted need to save him in every single way possible just so that he'll love you.

i would help you stitch yourself up. i swear i won't scream when you gut me like a fish. i will feed you soup and keep you warm. i won't sob when you knock my portion to the floor. you bleed. i do, too. no, you're right. i don't bleed as you do. I'll never understand. i am so sorry. i love you. do you love me?

after a week, you receive two texts:

lol kys ily <3

you are so happy you could sob.

he does none of this now, apparently. he smiles instead of smirking. he cradles things. he tends to wounds. he calls her baby. he says, "I love you so much." the whole thing, all spelled out. how crazy is that?

and you just want to ask: how do I stop caring?

he always held you between his teeth. there was nothing gentle about it. the bite marks on the back of your neck still hurt and you could swear it still bleeds. your mom says you're imagining it. you must be.

but here's the thing! you have people who hold you in their arms now. they are so gentle, so careful with you. you didn't cry, not once, under the clutch of his canines but now in their arms, all you do is cry. it's so strange. and you really are happy. it's so much better than what it used to be. you wake up and he's not the first thing you think of, not anymore. you dream that he apologises to you (you forgive him every single time). you go to therapy. you don't remember the last time you cried over him. you are loved, but not by him. you never were.

it doesn't matter, because you know what love feels like now. it is popcorn and nacho cheddar cheese seasoning and mutton curry. it tastes like tea and chips in an orange package and instant noodles you made with your best friend the day before she left for college. you know love now. you know happiness.

but in moments like these, you can't stop yourself from thinking that if you see him again, you would like to ask him one last thing:

how do you stop missing being held between one's teeth?

#my writing #prose poetry #words #writeblr #heartbreak #how does one move on when there was never a proper end?#when there wasn't even a beginning?#inspired by that one inkskinned poem

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girls4camilla · 11 months

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hi hello here's some songs from my playlist that i think the bachelor(ette)s would like just kinda based off vibes alone

clickbait disclaimer actually most of these are from my playlist. credit goes to my friend who thought of the taylor swift and most of the beatles songs 🫶🏼

BACHELORETTES

abigail.

let the flames begin - paramore

night crawling - miley cyrus ft. billy idol

pirate jet - gorillaz

vs. susie - toby fox

no celestial - le sserafim

emily.

froot - marina

xs - rina sawayama

eros and apollo - studio killers

the innocent - aurora

oil - gorillaz ft. stevie nicks

haley.

hot as ice - britney spears

i don't do drugs - doja cat ft. ariana grande

bubblegum bitch - marina

my hair - ariana grande

radar - britney spears

leah.

winter bird - aurora

i call your name - the mamas and the papas cover

when it rains - paramore

running with the wolves - aurora

care - beabadoobee

maru.

134340 - bts

space girl - frances forever

lava lamp - cuco

my universe - coldplay ft. bts

silent running - gorillaz ft. adeleye omotayo

penny.

dream a little dream of me - cass elliot rendition

never grow up - taylor swift

i am just a girl - abba

savior complex - phoebe bridgers

the best day - taylor swift

BACHELORS

alex.

bet on it - troy bolton zac efron

skate - silk sonic

physical - olivia newton john

hungry like the wolf - duran duran

stacy's mom - fountains of wayne

elliott.

careless whisper - george michael

good old fashioned lover boy - queen

autumn leaves - nat king cole

april in paris - frank sinatra

i'm happy just to dance with you - the beatles

harvey.

she's my kind of girl - abba

the way you look tonight - frank sinatra

crazy little thing called love - queen

l-o-v-e - nat king cole

all my loving - the beatles

sam.

love buzz - nirvana

sorcererz - gorillaz

rude buster - toby fox

baby hotline - jack stauber

brick by boring brick - paramore

sebastian.

lithium - nirvana

louder than bombs - bts

ignorance - paramore

complicated - avril lavigne

the jetset life is gonna kill you - mcr

shane.

lounge act - nirvana

problems - mother mother

uptown girl - billy joel

kansas - gorillaz

happy - mother mother

BONUS !!!

here's some expanded characters + a ridgeside bachelor bc i had thoughts

sophia.

aitai-tai - red velvet

basics - twice

cupid (twin ver.) - fifty fifty

victor.

mipha’s theme - the legend of zelda: breath of the wild

penny lane - the beatles

merry go round of life - joe hisaishi/howl’s moving castle

june.

like - bts

after last night - silk sonic ft. thundercat & bootsy

sway - denise king cover

idk abt these next ones but i wanna include my men saurrr here's some songs i think they'd like besides classical or the medieval party mix

lance.

snow flower - v ft. peakboy

take on me - a-ha

seven nation army (medieval ver.) - the white stripes

isaac.

king nothing - metallica

smoke sprite - so!yoon! ft. rm

clint eastwood - gorillaz

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Fight for Yourself, Fight for Me

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • You were always going to be your father’s little archer…even when all the responsibility for several lives rest on your shoulders • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / PTSD / Scars / Canon Violence / Illness / Injuries / SH Scars / Depression

Requested by: Anon

“Look at that” Lori smiles pointing out to Daryl the way Carl was trailing his kid around the campsite. “What yea think they’re talking about?”

“Anythin’ but the hell going on”

Y/N has always been like that. Talk about anything else BUT what was happening around them. To give people a sense of normalcy back but also for the kids.

“Wait so Batman has like. No superpowers at all? Just that his parents died and now he seeks revenge?”

“I wouldn’t really call it revenge. He never uses a gun. Never kills. Uses his gadgets to catch the bad guy and like. Shakes them down until they spoke” Y/N continues as they loaded up their hunting rifle which on cue made Daryl whistle for them. “Should find you some comics. Doubt it’ll be batman but hopefully something interesting”

Carl was about to ask them more when they started to head toward Daryl and Lori causing him to sprint over.

“Where are you going?”

“Y/N is going hunting with their dad. They’ll be back in a few days”

“Can I go?”

“No Carl. You need to stay here. Where it’s safe”

“But they get to go! They’re a kid—-“

“They are eighteen.” Daryl hands them back their pack as Carl continued to glare slightly. “They are my kid. But an adult to yea”

Y/N couldn’t help but notice the kid’s eagerness to go with them resulting in Daryl growing impatient.

“Y/N we gotta—-“

“I’ll meet yea by the tents, old man” Y/N states hearing him grumble as he left. “Carl you can’t come. Cuz you’ve got an important job here”

“What is it?”

“Hold down the fort. Dad and I are gonna get food, and the Atlanta group is out. Leaving only a few to keep an eye on everybody. Can I trust yea to keep the house afloat?”

Carl nods smiling as Y/N ruffles up his hair smiling themselves.

“Good. Be back in a few days, buddy”

It’s been two so far since they left to track down the deer Daryl had spotted tracks for a bit ago. Y/N followed shortly behind their father staring at their feet for the most part since it’s been a bit with no signs of the deer. They suddenly ran into Daryl when he stood still for a moment catching them off guard.

“I’m not playing statue in the middle of the woods, dad…”

“Did yea want a sibling?”

“That’s random” Y/N scoffs, stepping ahead of him to ready their aim and take the shot on the squirrel. “But no. I like being an only child…would’ve wanted more time with mom though”

“Mm. Me too, kid” Daryl watches their surrounding so they could pick up their catch. “You’re close with that Grimes kid”

“I wouldn’t really say talking about superheroes makes us close”

“You used to only talk to me about superheroes”

“Are you jealous of a child?” Y/N laughs a bit, even more when their dad groaned to the question.

“Nah. Just.” Daryl shrugs kneeling to check the faint tracks to see how long it’s been. “Little shit looks up to yea is all. Don’t want that going to your head”

“I don’t think it will…?”

“Listen. I don’t mean like what the cop is having. The savior complex shit. I’m talking the toll that raising kids can have on somebody” He admits as he picks himself up continuing to follow the tracks with his kid shortly behind him. “You care a lot. You’ve always have been that way…even for people who don’t deserve it. Like Uncle Merle. But I don’t want yea to forget about yourself. How you’re feeling will always matter, kid. I don’t want something terrible happening to make you forget that”

Y/N didn’t know what to reply to that with, but Daryl knew that they understood the best that they can.

Even when he watched their kid grow protective of the youngest Grimes. Then the youngest Greene.

He doesn’t want to lose them, or want them to lose themselves…

“Let’s go hunt” Daryl gestures with his eyes to outside the house the group was currently staying in after the barn burned. “We’ll be back soon”

“Can I come?” Carl tugs at Y/N’s jacket as they quickly shot it down with a new reason of having to keep an eye on his mother for her and the baby’s safety. They managed to get him to listen by giving him tasks that keep him there.

As they were heading out, Rick stopped Daryl talking to him about scavenging places as well as finding whatever meat they can get their hands on. He even tried to join them but Daryl drew his line clearly. He wanted to be alone with his kid, without any more drastic changes.

“I think Andrea could still be alive”

“Maybe” Y/N kicks a door open to one of the abandoned houses in their neighborhood. “She did almost kill you so, I’d let her back in but not with open arms”

“I’m still standing aren’t I?”

“She also gave a knife to Beth when she was thinking of killing herself.” They instantly went toward the kitchen to find any canned foods. “Might have to knock some sense into that son of a bitch before letting her back in. Hell. Not even my decision…everybody following Rick…”

“You’re allowed to share your thoughts, Y/N”

Y/N’s body tensed hearing such as they felt like anything they would say to Rick wouldn’t get anywhere. He and Daryl are one and the same when it comes to protecting their blood…but Rick making all the decisions made it hard to think for oneself.

“Rick won’t listen. He’s just protecting his kid”

“You’re protecting his kid and wife more than he is. You have them your blanket, your extra rations,…hell, saved that kid from walkers more than he did.” Daryl frowns watching Y/N take all the cans they can carry. “I’m looking out for yea, Y/N. I don’t want to lose my kid to somebody else’s short comings…”

“You’re not gonna lose me…I just wish things were different”

I just wish things were different

Y/N frowns watching Maggie stumble out of the prison in tears with a small baby in her embrace. They noticed Carl’s frozen state when he stepped out and how Rick fell apart upon hearing the news of his wife dying. They slowly approached the kid as he looks up at them with a blank expression that suddenly turned to silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

“C’mere kid” Y/N brought Carl into their embrace comforting him the best that they could. All he wanted was to cry for a moment in the comforts of someone who he knows he’ll be safe with.

Their dad’s declare about “not losing another” made everyone act on such. Daryl left with Maggie to get formula for the baby, Hershel checked her out with the help of Beth, the rest of the group took care of investigating the rest of the prison. Leaving Y/N to take care of Carl while Rick was indisposed.

“What was it like for you…”

“What?”

“When your mom died…”

Losing a parent tends to always feel like it just happened yesterday. Even if Y/N was ten when they lost her.

But for context.

Y/N wasn’t a mistake. Or planned really. Daryl hit it off with their mom who was a total stranger he met and asked out one day. First date hit it off to where the slim chance of getting pregnant did indeed happen. He was scared, of course. Didn’t want to be like his father. Didn’t want to be in the bullshit he’s in with Merle with a baby around. But she was ever so kind and patient that the 9 months they had gotten to know one another.

Then life slowly became all about Y/N and both of them were happy on such. Even Merle cleaned up most of his act to be able to spend time with the little one.

Their life was perfect in its own special way. Didn’t need much of anything besides their family.

Missing field trips meant spending time with Daryl at the garage he worked at

Weekends were always a new adventure to anywhere

Bad days were always met with cuddles from their mother

Bullies never bothered to mess with them when Uncle Merle was the one to pick up the kid

The list could go on…and last about ten years. One day Y/N was sat at the couch by both of their parents having a talk about what it means when someone gets really sick. Again, they were ten. Old enough to understand what being sick means, but still young enough to not believe that their mother was sick and one day wasn’t going to come home.

It was sudden. She just. Never came home. The only thing that came home were her belongings and a broken Daryl.

I can never forget the look in my dad’s eyes when he tried so hard to tell me without breaking Y/N frowns looking at Carl with their own pain resurfacing to that question. “One day she was here. The next…she was gone. It’s been years but I’ll always be sad about it. Your mom meant the world to you…the pain will be awful at first, but as life goes on, you’ll always remember the good things you had with your mom. That’s all that matters”

To be frank. Y/N never wanted to become a parent, and in the apocalypse that confirmed matters. They didn’t want to raise a child in a world that they could die at any given moment compared to the old world. Hell. They were still a kid in Daryl’s eyes, always…so when Lori died, this switch in them flipped and all that mattered…was making sure her kids were safe. Taken care of. Loved.

“Y/N coming back today?”

Daryl nods looking up at Carol and her offering of food she has just prepared. He’s been waiting at their spot all morning and was relieved none of the spawn came around to take their attention away. But he thought too soon on the matter when Carl came running over.

“They back yet?”

“Nope. Just waiting” Carol smiles noticing Daryl tense expression. “Hey, how about we go find that favorite blanket of theirs and get it to their watchtower?”

“But I—-“

“Come on. You know they’ll appreciate it more coming from you” Carol smiles directing Carl out of there which relaxed Daryl enough to have a good mood when seeing Y/N’s bike approach the gate and the Woodbury folks took care of opening it to let them in.

As Daryl got up from his spot, Y/N rolls up next to his bike putting the kickstand down before getting off and hugging their dad when he draws close.

“Run into Michonne?”

“Yeah, brought back some of the shit she found along with my findings” Y/N smiles setting their pack down on the bench he was sitting on previously to show him what they’ve got.

“You’re really spoiling them kids” Daryl laughs a bit finding things like books, comics for Carl, formula and baby blankets for Judith, a few clothes for Beth…at least they got canned foods amongst other things that benefit others. “Did yea find what yea needed?”

“No, but it’s cool” Y/N picked up their pack once more to carry it all inside. “There’s also arrows on the back of the bike” and with that last note they went to put everything away and give such to whoever they went out in the run for.

Soon Y/N found themselves on the top bunk of their place trying to rest as Beth laid on the bottom one reading one of her books keeping company.

“How’s Uhm. What’s his face?”

“Zach? We aren’t anythin’” Beth says in a hush whisper in mind of the baby sleeping in its makeshift cradle that was a laundry basket. “I don’t think he notices me”

“I wouldn’t wait for him to make a move. You really like the guy? Just be honest. Honesty doesn’t hurt” Y/N states as Beth rises from her place in the bunk closing the book a bit too loudly making the resident on the top bunk tense.

“Yknow what! Imma do it”

As Beth leaves, Judith started to sob from her spot making the exhausted Y/N rise from their bunk jumping down to the floor before picking up the little baby. They picked up the little baby sitting on the floor leaning against the bunk beds gently rocking the littlest Grimes.

Daryl went to check on them after giving them some time after returning. He stops at the gates finding Judith asleep on their chest as they were also fast asleep with their head back on the bed.

“Someone’s gotta take care of yea” He whispers taking the little baby from them returning the sleeping baby into the basket before carefully picking up his baby and laying them down in the bunk.

It’s been this way for months. Y/N taking trips out and returning with things everybody else needs or ask of them to get. But ultimately forgetting themselves in the mix. And especially the way they are protective over “their” kids that when the illness came through…Rick had carried their passed-out sick form to the cellblock.

When Daryl came back he heard about Y/N and haven’t left their side while they rested. He kept everyone out of their quarantine cell. Wouldn’t let anyone see them because they put everyone else above themselves and granted he should’ve done something sooner about it…but others hardly noticed their struggling.

“Yea ain’t allowed to die. Fuckin’ won’t have it. Told yea that when yer mom died.” Daryl frowns squeezing their hand hearing his heart pound in his ears making him stress even more. “Lost her, lost Merle, you ain’t following them”

It was weird that Y/N wasn’t waking up instantly like the others when the medicine has been in their system for a while. But they were exhausted.

Even when the prison fell around them.

No dad. No kids. No anybody. Y/N woke up to nothing but injuries of the fallen debris. Nothing too concerning but enough to frustrate their tired form as they crawled out of the rubble and to the surface of their collapsed cell block finding dead people and walkers.

Dad…

Carl…

Beth…

Judith…

It kept repeating in their head when they managed to get out of the infested area with the little belongings they scavenged.

Y/N felt like they were walking for days with no end. They saw the signs for Terminus and thought about heading that direction but if shit went south they had virtually nothing to protect themselves or anyone who joined along the way. They eventually found themselves in an abandoned house curled up in a corner listening to the sounds of nature and the rapid beating of their heart.

What if I don’t find anyone

Did I just lose my remaining family to an attack

They could be dead

Where’s Carl

Hopefully the kids are safe

They could be dead

Hershel’s remains were in the field…where’s Maggie and Beth

Who the hell got Judith

Where is my dad?

They could be dead

The panic settles in and before the scream ripped out of their chest out of frustration, exhaustion, depression…footsteps drew close. Several. But it wasn’t any of their group.

•

“These are good people…” Daryl frowns watching Joe keep his grip on Rick as he scoffs toward the archer.

“See…now that’s a lie”

Right before the other Claimer was about to grab Daryl, his body dropped to the floor. Confusing everyone in that heated situation. But given the open window Rick took out the leader while Michonne took out the one pinning her. Daryl went for the ones behind him while the swordsman was heading for the guy pinning Carl but right before she even drew her sword, the sound of a shotgun rang through as the guy splatters against the car sliding against the rusted metal until he met the floor. Carl scrambled away from the dead man feeling Michonne’s protective hold wrap around him as the two heard footsteps approaching from the tree line.

“Holy shit” One of the remaining claimers paused in the middle of fist fighting Daryl to see the figure emerging. “You’re still alive?!” He snaps and right before Daryl could land another punch, he dropped the Claimer when a knife was thrown right at his skull.

“I’m a goddamn roach…”

Daryl quickly turned toward the voice finding Y/N drawing close to grab their knife. But add more insult to injury by crushing the man’s skull with their foot. They both drew their handguns to take out the one approaching from behind Daryl and without a second thought after the assholes were taken care of, Y/N wrapped their arms around their dad feeling him tighten his grip on them.

“I’m so tired, dad…” Y/N sobbed holding onto him as he let them fall apart in his embrace relieved they were alive.

The five settled where they were to give them all a break of what had happened. Michonne stayed with Carl in the car with Rick keeping watch as the Dixons were outside of such leaning against it.

“I thought I lost yea…” Daryl frowns resting his head on top of theirs that was perched on his shoulder. “Thought I lost yea to the illness, then the collapse…”

“I should’ve taken better care of myself…then I wouldn’t have gotten sick, and sort of left there”

“I didn’t want to leave your side. I stayed with yea until the Governor came crashing into our home. I tried to go back but Beth saved my ass from getting killed trying”

“I’ll thank her when we find her”

Finding her dead wasn’t what either expected and neither of them hesitate to take the cop down after she shot Beth. They each took their own toll on the matter.

Couldn’t save her, does that have future indications toward his own blood

Couldn’t save her, was there really a consequence for mattering for oneself for a change

Daryl frowns watching Y/N sit beside him after watching what he did with the cigarette in his hand. They brushed off the ash from the burn checking how bad it was as he took his hand away.

“It’s not as bad as what my dad did to me”

“Still shouldn’t have done it. I still need yea around, old man”

The archer rolls his eyes before wrapping his arm around their shoulders bringing them in.

“What did we learn from this?”

“It’s okay to fight for someone else…as long as you don’t forget yourself”

“Good”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #platonic #daryl dixon fanfiction

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starlitangels · 8 months

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Random thought:

Damien meeting Marie

For some reason they get to talking (“You look about my son’s age”—“Ninety-nine?”—“Ninety-three. So you’re a little younger.”) and at some point Damien lets slip that his own mom didn’t really take the news of him dating Huxley well

And Marie obviously can’t stand the way Damien still seems down about it and gives him a stern look and “Listen here, kid. I know what your Ma thinks of you means a lot to you. And from everything else you’ve said, you’ve built a lot of goals for your own life around her experiences as a humanborn. It’s a beautiful thing to love your mother that much.

“But my son has a savior complex too and from the perspective of a son’s mother, I’m gonna tell you that your Ma wants you to be happy. But maybe right now she can’t unbind her own idea of what your happiness looks like from what your happiness actually is. Give her time. And if she never comes around, I’ll always have a cup of coffee and a listening ear waiting for you.”

Damien may or may not start crying on the spot

@frenchiefitzhere as the resident Marie expert I feel I should ask for your opinion and edit on anything I missed or got wrong 💜😉

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #Redacted Marie #Redacted Damien #Marie Greer

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chainofclovers · 11 months

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Ted Lasso 3x12 Thoughts

I have always loved, and still love, that Ted moved to London and loved it. He acclimated, or more than acclimated. The three years was a story about new places and people and experiences and old ghosts that followed him there. I understand that the one thing in the middle—a kid, not a ghost, who still exists in the place left behind—necessitated him making a painful decision. I am mourning that because Ted had to make the decision to leave London, the magic of arriving in a place and never wanting to leave has been broken. He had to re-outsider himself, and I can imagine many complex (and realistic, damn it) futures for him, including futures that would involve him spending significant time back in that place, but there's a real sadness in just...the leaving. He's doomed to return (or not return) instead of just getting to exist there, after we've gotten used to seeing him in an environment that suited him.

Something I'll love when I'm able to be more mature about all this is that Ted doesn't argue with Rebecca when she tells him she wants him to consider the possibility that Richmond is his home.

Something I love now--as painful as it is--is that Rebecca seems, in a lot of ways, like she's in love with Ted. He's slipping away, and instead of wailing about how much she'll miss the biscuits, she sits herself down in front of some croissants. (And while I don't particularly like that the Dutch man has returned to her life in such a magical, serendipitous way that only timed out because of her tremulous, seemingly to-the-wire decision not to get on that plane or say anything more to Ted, a charitable and practical part of my brain is glad she'll have companionship if she couldn't have what she spent most of this episode seeming to believe she wanted. Even if what she wanted wasn't actually romantic. Or wasn't supposed to read as romantic. Even if it did.)

The immediacy of Ted's emotions in 3x11, when he has the fight with his mom and it's so clear that he's got to go back and face what he's run away from, reminded me of how sharply he can feel. So it was really hard to watch him be almost stoic throughout this episode in the way he pulls away. He leaves everyone well, but everyone else's feelings are so big and he's kinda glazed over, and I didn't expect to feel the wind knocked out of me with the force of Rebecca's longing for him to stay.

(And I'm so glad that Rebecca didn't sell all of the club, instead taking her ownership down to just 51%, but I'm also glad she cares enough about Ted to have genuinely considered it. I'm so glad she and Keeley are going to work together to form a women's team. I'm so glad she promoted Roy to head coach, and that he's actually going to work on himself now that he knows he'll be working to be his best self rather than someone else. I am glad Ted was only dreaming about Beard and Jane marrying at Stonehenge--Ted has never understood how seriously bad that relationship is. I'm glad life is moving on, but it's just. So. Painful.)

I know a lot of people will talk about how this was a disappointment after all--a savior story with a pat, happy ending, rather than a true love story. But my feeling is that it genuinely was something better and sadder than a savior story...a narrative about choice with a tragic end. (And I don't mean "tragic" to imply that he shouldn't have gone to be with Henry, because I think he needed his reconnection with Henry to take place in Kansas, very essentially. It's just that everything else about the ending is tragic.) Maybe Ted spent the last three years at home, and maybe it won't hit him until much later, the magnitude of all that he's left. I like that it wasn't a happy ending, even if there are happy parts. I don't like that people will mistake it for a happy ending, even if a happy ending that angers them. I don't expect people to feel good about this paragraph, but it's the thing that's saving me where this show is concerned.

This is my favorite show. I've never obsessed over or connected to a piece of media quite like I have with this. I don't particularly care about the better things out there, and I'm not particularly curious what my next obsession will be because I'm still in this one. The finale didn't ruin the show for me, but I feel like I'm being stabbed by the last ten minutes, by the pain of the end really being about that impossible choice feeling impossible for as long as our eyes were trained on his face.

#ted lasso #ted lasso s3 spoilers #ted lasso 3x12 #meta by me #ted lasso meta #hot dork club #ted x rebecca

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thelittleveterinarian · 9 months

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Time to be (supposedly) Alive

Towa City. My old home. The place where I lost everything, myself, and carried so much on my back. A thirteen year old girl with a cat managed to save thousands only to be harmed by some. It combinated into an attempt to end my life.

I survived. At times I wish I didn't. I have so much trauma. I don't remember all of it. My body does remember. The day I was taken away for immediate treatment never fails to mix my feelings. Adults and awake children hailed me as a savior. A beacon of hope. For me I was in despair as I couldn't take the pain I went through anymore. I didn't want to be like Junko, the Warrior of hope, and the Remnants of Despair! I knew I couldn't let despair win in the long term.

It's been awhile. I'm going to Hopes Peak Academy for a while now. I've been slowly moving forward. My schedule dedicated to having classes in the mornings till noon then I have several appointments at Hope Mercy. Most of the appointments are learning to use my prosthetic legs. The last few are counseling with a graduate from the school who works at the hospital. They're nice.

Today, I've been thinking about the past. It's just numb for me. My mom, dad, older brother and Lilith died in that city. My clinic died there to.

I've came to realize that, I still want to live in Towa City once it's rebuilt and start a new. I've had plans for a large animal hospital and animal shelter built in one another for a while now. The issue is that I want to have a family who cares about me. Adoption doesn't seem promising for me as my problems are heavy, not to mention complex. Sure I could live alone but, it doesn't feel right to me.

I also have to consider my protection. The C.O.R.E and Future Foundation have been keeping the media and other things away from me. They'd even have some action on what I can do in helping them. It all sucks.

Soon, I'm going to be fourteen years old. I don't know what to feel at this point. I'm upset as it marks I've made it through the unfeasible then sad as I don't have a family of my own to think about.

At least I have Scout and Spike. Spike is now a therapy bot! That makes me happy a little bit.

Tenshi shut her journal. Fourteen years old and has nothing. It was tuff to handle.

She slumped her head over her chair, "two days till fourteen. Fuck this hell called life."

It's been a while since she's been staying in the school dorms. She decided I'd be best to stay on campus other than be with one of the survivors. She didn't want to burden anyone at the moment.

Tenshi looked at the clock, "damn. I haven't slept in three nights. Fucking insomnia."

Tenshi tossed a ball into the air. Spike went off to catch it. Other pets where running around the park in the sun.

"Damn. What am I supposed to do?" Tenshi muttered.

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@mercy-of-the-ashes @human-monokuma and anyone else!

#cw suicide mention #cw abuse mention #cw hospital mention #cw death

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iloveyouemanuelmarco · 20 days

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Hmm, I've been thinking(Okay so for context, for all my life up to now aka since being born technically, I was raised into a family household that believed in Christianity but mostly leaned towards the Catholicism parts of such since I've heard there are many different types of people of faith with all different names and traditions, customs and cultures of said interest and everything which I think is pretty cool in its own right atleast but anyways- From what I can remember from being apart of my small and average main family system, my mom along with my grandmother from her side of relatives and such, are seemingly the most passionate and active in the church when compared to my dad. My father isn't hateful about such beliefs nor is he even considered an aethetist or agnostic, but he hasn't been following many of the typical "rules" or societal normaly that is considered when being apart of said group. For example, while my mom and grandma go to church every Sunday whenever they can so they can worship our lord and savior of God and his son, Jesus Christ, my dad is often uninterested in traveling to make the literal 5-10 minute journey though he mostly stays inside anyways watching old movies from different foreign countries sooo(No hate to him by the way, if it pleases him then I hope he has fun doing that^^). I'll admit, while I do make attempts to go with my mom, I often find myself unable to due to disinterest, but it's not disinterest in him ofcourse. I would never ad I love him very much and always have, but it feels like even though I do care about our Holy Father and that I haven't directly rejected him, my current daily life atleast as of lately has been feeling like I have currently abandoned him somehow or that I have somehow drifted away from the right path and have become deaf to his word. It honestly makes me very upset since I should be more loyal and honest to him now that I think about it. I used to be such a happy little girl who would pray every day in the morning before school and at every night before bed. I used to go to a private religious catholic school where I would go to church there sometimes too(half of the time it was mandatory on certain days during the hours but still)and even if I didn't understand everything due to my young age, I would quietly sit and listen I'm an attempt to learn more about the holy scriptures and such with my classmates and the other students from different grades/ages. I used to prepare for the moments during one's usual journey, being excited that I would become closer to God by wearing my white dress and getting baptized with other certain selected students(I don't remember what the specific event was called but I remember it being very important to me at the time)and I don't know...I sorta miss it. I miss being so happy and careless of all my anxieties but now I am stuck here...I don't want to stray away from God's love any longer, I don't want my true reality to break away because it makes me afraid of if I somehow commit some sort of unforgivable sin that'll destroy any sense of humanity I have left...(I know that sounds dramatic but please. I am really trying to make a solid attempt at explaining all of this right now so as complex as it may seem, keep in mind that my brain is starting to function again for once in the dying light that is my empty and boring life that while I am still grateful for, has been causing me much hurt and pain in so many ways). Currently I am a 16 year old eurocentric and privileged middle-class white-latino feminine presenting person who is actually a member of the LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent community too according to doctors/psychiatrists or something(I don't know, that's what my dad has said since my late diagnosis at 12 which is that even late?? It's so confusing at times ughh but that's just how it is I guess haha).

On the internet, specifically here and on the couple of social media platforms that I publicly have, I have used these safe spaces to more accurately and honestly express myself when it comes to my identity not only when it comes to sexuality and gender but also with the intersectionality of my race and ethnicity, my hobbies, interests and talents, my wants and needs and etc. I have said before that I am a privileged and middle-class eurocentric 16 year old white-latino feminine person in real life but actually wants to present as more of who I am being a bisexual(male preference having)aceflux female to male transgender person who to be honest is probably more of a mostly male but still bigender or genderfluid person since I still feel connected to growing up in perceived girlhood but I don't know yet...who does know though at that point???Pfttt...I don't hate my body and I know God made me beautiful in my own way just like all the other unique people he created all through out the history of the planet Earth, but sometimes it can be hard since I think the most queer people see me as is just maybe a bisexual cis girl who might be on the asexual spectrum???I hope I am making some sort of sense with my explanation...somehow so with all that being said, I guess I've had some sort of short epiphany in my brain where I've realized something important for me that I've almost forgotten. I need to actively take steps to come back to God and I know somewhat of how to do it but I would appreciate a little more help from others with more expertise aka experience for those who don't have a big and fancy vocabulary in their inner-mind library haha- I do sincerly apologize if I have caused genuine annoyance for anyone with this post for whatever reason as my normal posts are coming back soon once I get back online but for now, I need to go study and do more research on how I can save myself and others for when he comes again. I know it sounds scary but it's actually wonderful so please don't be scared of him, because he loves us all no matter what and nothing can turn us away from him. Worship him and confess your sins because it's good to be honest and he loves you, after all he knows you best like you know yourself since he created the beautiful building of love and passion got the world that is your soul. It's never to late to choose him and to spread the good word of the gospel<3. Please stay safe and have a good day or night wherever you are and thank you if you've read the entire paragraphs of rambles I've written haha. I really do appreciate your support whether it be here, there or anywhere else!!:)You must keep surviving for you and I, for us and eachother but also for him too...

Also P.S: Hope you guys don't mind but I'm gonna put a nice scenery image here since I like being calmed down and enjoy embracing the beauty of nature, especially when we're lucky enough as humans to photograph the right moments atleast!!Other animals sadly only get to enjoy it in the moment which can be too fast since they're constantly needing to survive actively♡.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

masterlist | chapter twelve

You couldn't help but stay silent as Aemond began to start the car, not even a word was said between the both of you following Alicent's announcement. You were aware of the closeness he had with his mother, and you couldn't help but pity him in this situation.

The car began moving, already passing the silver gates of Daemon's estate. You turned your head in his direction, but his jaw remained clenched — mind drifting off to other thoughts. He rests his hand on the steering-wheel, occasionally giving you longing glances.

"I'm sorry for my family's craziness," he began while taking a left turn, exiting the gated-community that Daemon lived in. "We're always like this, but I should've given you a heads up." he added acting like everything was fine, but you see it in his eye. He was hurting.

"I had fun, pumpkin." you responded while leaning into the window, staring at the scenery in front of you. The town was relatively small, filled with a few shops and houses — but it was beautiful, almost like a dream. He takes a deep breath, thinking of the right words.

"I'll be moving to my mom's house tomorrow." he stated, as if he was a superior giving an order to a cadet. He didn't wait for your answer, he merely stated what he was going to do. "So soon?" you inquire with a small pout. The both of you recently moved in town, and he was leaving you on your own?

He hums, placing his right hand on your thigh. Shivers ran along your back, and you stared at him with bambi eyes. There were three things you liked about Aemond: his cockiness, his confidence, and his savior-complex. He took charge of you and you didn't have to remind him to love you.

"My mom has a few months to live. You can move in with us, but the house is outside of town — you'll have a hard time going to work." he laid out the terms for you. A sigh escapes your lips. There was no way in hell that you were living outside of town, and he knew it. "I'll go home in the weekends, or you could go to us in the weekends. It's really your choice." he explained already having a plan in mind.

You pause for a second, weighting out the possibilities. It would be nice to spend time with his family, but it would come at the expense of you being tired for work the next week. "I'll go to you, Alicent is living in borrowed time — I wouldn't want to steal even a second away." you smile and he reaches for your palms, pressing a kiss on the back of it.

"Thank you, baby." he hums while returning his focus on the road. He was blessed to have a loyal girlfriend at his side. One that understood him without any terms, but even an imaginative mind like Aemond's understood that there was going to be a point in this lifetime where you would remember everything. And he would have to plan an escape. "Anything for you, Aem." you answer while closing your eyes.

But at the meantime, he was going to savor heaven.

———

You woke up to the sound of your phone pinging. You mumble a few curses before scratching the sides of your eyes and reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

UNKNOWN NUMBER 5:34AM Hey (your name), this is Thomas... well I guess you call me Daemon. I got your number from Corlys.

(Your Name) 5:35AM nice! I was about to ask for ur number 😄

Mr. Daemon😈 5:35AM Are we still on for today?

Mrs. Superior Thinking 5:35AM ofc, been looking forward to it for the past few hours 😆

Mr. Daemon 😈 5:35AM Do you have a lift to school?

Mrs. Superior Thinking 5:36AM yeah, but aem is still sleeping. why?

Mr. Daemon 😈 5:35AM I can pick you up. Send me your addy.

Mrs. Superior Thinking 5:37AM addy? yeah, i can send it to you. it's (your address)

Mr. Daemon 😈 5:37AM It's an internet slang sweetheart, try to catch up with me.

Mrs. Superior Thinking 5:37AM haha 😅 whatever you say.

Mr. Daemon 😈 5:38AM I'll be there at 6:15

You read his message, reacting with a thumbs up. You curse mentally realizing that you didn't have enough time to get ready. You turned to your side, carefully shaking Aemond gently so that he'd be lucid enough to hear you but not lucid enough to wake up fully. "Aem, I have a ride for school, keep sleeping." you whisper, he replies with a small hum. You stare at him for a second, memorizing his face before getting ready for school.

"Who?" he mumbled while burying his face in his pillow. "It's your uncle." you answer, he nods his head. "Take care." he whispers and you press a kiss to his cheek, before staring at the time and sprinting off to the bathroom.

———

Daemon was so fucking clean. He was wearing a brown-suit that complimented his skin-tone wonderfully. His face was clear and he had seldom blemishes, and his hair was divine — there wasn't a single stand out of place. His hands were in his pockets, presumably keeping them warm. He stared at you with this incredulous smile that oozed with sex-appeal. Your eyes hurt, because you knew that you weren't supposed to look at him in this point of view.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," you apologized while handing him a large cup of coffee. Your hair didn't want to agree with you today, which meant that you were hiding all that messiness underneath the ponytail. He stared at you with coffee in hand, eyes asking you about the contents of the cup.

"It's uhh black coffee, no creamer, no nothing." you explained and he nodded, taking a cautious sip. You felt slightly sorry for putting the coffee inside your pink-starbucks tumbler, but it was the only cup that you owned. It was hilarious to see a stoic man holding a pink cup filled with glitter and unicorn drawings. "Thank you." he smiled while opening the door for you — which was a first because Aemond always had you open your own door. He holds the roof of the car, protecting your head from getting hit.

All that you could feel in your stomach was butterflies. He was a bloody gentleman.

He entered the car shortly after, and you couldn't help but notice it's cleanliness. There were no crumbs or awful smell coming out. The car had no scent, which meant that you could smell him. He smelt different, he didn't smell like Dior Sauvage any longer (a scent that you found overrated) but instead he smelt like West Norway, sitting near the campfire above the snow and staring at the green-purple sky above. It was intoxicating, and the smell would leave a mark on you for years to come. His car was simple, an old Toyota that was well taken care of.

"You shouldn't have with the coffee." he humbles while taking another sip. It was dangerous to drink and drive, but you trusted him that much to keep you safe. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips turning into a small pout. "Do you not like it?" you lowered your head.

"I love it, it's actually my usual order — I don't know how you got it." he compliments and your frown deepens. How did you know? It was clockwork, it was automatic making that drink for him. "You seem like the kind." you avoid while staring at the window.

You suffered with motion sickness, and the only way to solve that 'sickness' was to stare at the window while the car was moving. "Do I?" he chuckles while moving the car a little faster, staring at his watch. "Yeah, I got the feeling." you smile while seeing the figure of the school-building. "We're already here?" you inquire, lifting your head by a few centimeters, he nods his head.

"I took a shortcut. Do you always take the long way?" he asks and you nod your head, trying to remember the right way so you could take it the next time. "Well, GPS doesn't work here." you add. "I'll give you a map tomorrow, do you know how to drive a car?" he questions and you shake your head.

"I get motion sick." you answer while biting your lower lip.

The car hardly stops at the red light. He was staring at you — he almost forgot where the breaks were. Fuck, why did he have to look at you like the entire world was in your eyes. Why did he have to be perfect all the damn time?

"My boyfriend drives me around. What about you, do you have a woman or man in your life?" you pry deep into his life, but his gaze remains transfixed into you. "Not really." he smiles avoiding the question. He couldn't love another after you. He met Laena in this life — she remembered everything, and the both of them didn't try to attempt anything else after that.

"No one's ever taken your breath away?" you turn your head in his direction, he chuckles. "There was — is a girl." he was quick to answer and you raised your eyebrows in pique. Who was this girl?

"But uhh, that's a different story." he finished while the car began to accelerate again.

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hyunpic · 5 months

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last weekend we were out celebrating my graduation with my friend and i met this guy at the bar, we flirted etc and then he decided to trauma dump on me all of his problems and childhood traumas and i was like damn im in love with you 😻!!!! u must know that i have a serious case of savior complex and i was ready to risk it all for him. He was like 15 years older than me too and on top of that he also told me he has kids and not even kidding when i went out for a cigarette with my friend i was like omg would i make a good step mom 🥹😻💖 and she had to talk me out of it in that 10 minutes of a cigarette break and now that i think back to it, im glad she did sbsjxnxn

#he was hot though like textbook bad guy looking …#anyway hope u enjoyed this story time.

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I really feel bad for the MC, especially when they refuse to acknowledge Rana and Danzor.

It's subtle, but the way Salyra acts in response is telling. She's quick to jump to their defense to fight for them. Its off putting because I absolutely believe she would side with Danzor over the MC.

She's just so dismissive of the MC. Like, she says she understands why the MC is upset, but she really doesn't. She's quick to start crying, which is very disarming when used in the face of MCs anger.

I really think she's in denial about the situation, and it starts with this weird savior complex she has. Like she hooked up with a man to have a mixed culture/race baby and then went through a ritual to magically imbue them with divinity to stop a war?

And she ACTUALLY believed that would work! Nevermind going against the expressed wishes of the childs father. But no, Salyra knew what was best. I think when this plan failed she was disappointed. Maybe in the years without the MC it was a relief. After all, it's true the people hated MC. But they hated Ahlf for keep the kid as well.

I don't think Salyra really wanted to keep living despised like that. The MC is like this nebulous halfbreed anchor that is universally hated. And any associated parent would also be hated.

My problem with her is that she doesn't seem to think critically about her actions. She can't even twenty plus years later really reflect on how the MC may have lived.

Your kid is half Ishari. Your people are currently despised and you thought raising your kid in a place where they were the only Ishari around was going to be good.

If she's not being willfully ignorant of the situation, she has to be the most thougtlesss person in existence.

And the MC is right. She did abandon them. So Ahlf wrote some letters saying don't come back and such. So you just gave up? Probably didn't hurt Danzor was wooing you, and then you got pregnant, and you moved on.

She also abandoned her mom and brother. After leaving the MC did she try and look for them at all? You just let them think you were probably dead for years?

That's too cruel. Salyra makes choices that hurt others. It's not even like she has to make these choices. She just picks the most ridiculous option possible all the time. When the MC calls her out, she weaponizes them tears quick.

And I feel bad for Danzor too. You really were the last option. Its pathetic how they try and make it seem like love happened in a storm.

Naw, nobody wanted anything to do with Salyra and Danzor had been carrying a torch. She ended up with him because no one else would have her. And the MC is right, she won't abandon them because then she really would have nowhere to return too.

Salyra didn't leave the MC with Ahlf because she didn't want them anymore 😋 She did it because she was fleeing the Blood Guard. For the first few months after Ahlf left, Salyra was living in the Temple of Ehulla with the MC. After a while, she was told that she could send the MC away to live with her Vinia family, let them get adopted by anyone else who wasn't aware of their heritage or she would have to leave the temple.

Salyra chose to leave and moved back to her now abandoned family home and lived with the MC up until she fled to Ahlf in the prologue. For the next 10 years or so, the Blood Guard were tracking her (and others who were the face of the rebellion) so Salyra was always on the run. It's valid to feel abandoned by her actions, but she never willingly gave up the MC because she wanted to get rid of her past.

I'm not sure if you realise that Ahlf hid her letters from the MC 🤔😅 He played a bigger role in keeping Salyra and the MC apart and a part of it was done in spite. She did want to get the MC back but at the same time, Ahlf did let Salyra believe that the MC was well and happy.

Danzor and Salyra were childhood sweethearts that broke up when the war started. Danzor left to follow his brother into war and in his absence, Salyra met Ahlf and things quickly developed. He always loved her and he was the only one who was there for her when she returned to Ishari without the MC. It could be seen as pathetic that he's so lovesick, but keep in mind that if the MC messed up that badly, most likely the ROs would be the same way with them 😋

#crown of exile #answered asks #salyra #ahlf #danzor

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i dunno if i’m doing this right… but for the kyman ask thingy… 17, 25, 31?

17. headcanons, just give us some headcanons. anything.

edit: This is super specific and I’m very picky on this but— Kyle is straight. Terminally. Irreparably. He is attracted to Girls and Girls only on all levels. but, because South Park loves to torture Kyle, his first and only stable, most consistent relationship is with a DUDE and that DUDE IS CARTMAN. Kyle has no idea how it even came to be. He doesn’t understand and Kyle is such a logical person and is at risk of driving himself insane any time he tries to wrap his head around this notion. He’ll ask Stan and Kenny what it feels like to be in Love and to know the indications he should pursue a relationship on the rare opportunity he gets to go on a date with a girl, and while on the date with said girl he keeps their advice in mind and, yeah, sometimes he’ll come across a girl that ticks all those boxes but for some reason it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Oddly, he ends up recognizing his desires and sensations not in his dates, but in cartman. and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up. He’s comparing all his heteromantic dates to THE Eric Cartman Hjfkgkkffj

Kyle is the only dude in the show that’s never had a gf for long and w/ anything I write/draw I wanna maintain that. Kyle gets no Bitches. He gets Cartman tho. So, just deal w/ it Kyle, m’kay?

Kyle and Cartman fight irl but are always texting each other across platforms. Cartman is a heavy emoji user, Kyle is more conservative with them. They correct each other’s grammar to piss each other off.

Kyle’s got big brother instincts so as they get older, he expresses a willingness to help Cartman when he’s hurt (even when…. Kyle was the one to deal the blow. But whatever) He buys Cartman’s favorite bandages and has them on hand at all times.

Kyle loves pinching Cartman’s cheeks. They’re his favorite stress toy (aside from Cartman’s man bewbs. but that’s for when they’re older), and the squeals he makes in protest are criminally adorable.

This is from one of my previous tags, but Kyle desperately needs hobbies outside of like, the three things he’s always done. so Cartman and Stan drag him to musicals to expose him to “Culture”. Kyle complains that “musicals are overly sentimental and gay”. Stan drops any further attempts, but Cartman is a persistent if not an infectious guy, so it’s bc of him mostly that musicals grow on Kyle over time. Getting Kyle to appreciate musicals is one of Cartman’s finest achievements. (Kyle’s very fond of The Producers)

Kyle, by complete accident, comes across multiple playlists Cartman has made of Kyle. Playlists for when they’re in a rut and Cartman needs to vent, a playlist for their casual cooking sessions, a playlist that’s about him in general. Kyle feels guilty for invading Cartman’s privacy like that, and never brings it up. But Kyle thinks of it often in private and, god, does he feel loved.

Kyle’s a freak in the sheets yo, learning to match his pace was a sharp learning curve for Cartman. literally a matter of survival. that’s all i’m gonna say. actually jk let’s develop this further. bc i need to articulate this and i DONT see it anywhere else and i might be the only one with this opinion but whatever. TW south park shenanigans ahead:

Kyle grew up in a household where his parents had a healthy, loving sex life and Kyle was NOT afraid to get involved in their marital affairs, not cuz he was inappropriately exposed to it, he just… got involved out of self appointed duty to his family and his savior complex. (for example, his insistence in getting his dad a “ner-rection”because he saw how it was affecting his parent’s relationship, or Kyle sitting his parents down and lecturing them on infidelity in Insecurity ). He has a positive, if not pragmatic view of sex.

Cartman resides on the opposite end of this spectrum. He has a history of being assaulted by men and is humiliated by his mom’s whoredom. Despite growing up exposed to her sex, he’s unable to discern pleasure from pain. Canonically, he interprets Liane’s moans as cries of pain. Cartman views sex as something inherently degrading, as means of exerting power over others, his own sexual fantasies are of him being taken advantage of and coerced to submission like what the FUCK this man will NOT willingly dive into sex with Kyle when he realizes he caught feelings. Or even before he catches feelings. Damn, THAT especially. Rip to 90% of kyman fanfiction out there but I’m sorry, Cartman would not. This paper cutout mofo’s got trauma for days.

At the start, these two are NOT compatible in bed because this hurdle is probably the biggest cartman will ever have to face. Cartman is so, so lucky he has someone like Kyle to teach him and be patient with him and walk with him in healing from that damaged perception. Honestly?? I don’t see them getting shrekshual off the bat, I hc it takes time for them. But once they (slowly) get into it, it’s fireworks dude. It’s a huge asset to their relationship fr, emotionally and physically. (this is why i INSIST cartman’s a “bottom”. Bc with Kyle having better knowledge + practices, Cartman’s got no choice but to follow Kyle’s lead. and like?? relinquishing control and being loved in that manner makes cartman feel safe in ways he’s never experienced before?? it’s almost a religious experience for him)

25. favourite (canon) kyman moment

AAAA no don’t do this to me! I can’t choose! My fav changes from day to day!

Um, rn I’m in love with this scene in Faith Hilling:

ah just *chefs kiss* Cartman and Kyle in sync with their weird ass roast. AND, to top this all off, probably one of my favorite kyman interactions ever (it’s so small but it means so much to me), is Cartman leading Kyle away and is able to anticipate holding him back from unleashing his Kyle Wrath @ Stan and Kenny. It’s honestly the uncanny levels of intuition they have for each other that make such delicious moments like this. It’s hilarious. It’s drama over somethn dumb. It’s Kyman 🤌🏼

31. how do you think, in canon, kyle and cartman REALLY feel about each other?

🧍‍♂️ oh boy, umm

To put this in simplest terms, Cartman and Kyle care about each other more than they realize. Though, Yes, there is genuine hate.

Cartman drives himself crazy with jealousy over the things Kyle has that he doesn’t. He finds reasons to hate Kyle in order to feel better about himself and in order to feel powerful (and on a smaller level now, to get back at Kyle for when he didn’t know how to fight back in s1) Seeing someone as perfectionistic and annoyingly self-righteous as Kyle go all crazy and take the bait in his challenges is narcissistically cathartic.

On Kyle’s end, he goes crazy over how impervious to change Cartman is. Cartman seems to operate on nonexistent morals, he lives shamelessly, and Kyle simply cannot comprehend that. it bothers him and is why he fights Cartman on even the smallest things (though, as of the covid arc, Kyle’s growing weary of challenging Cartman in this manner sooooo) Kyle has always seen Cartman as a spoiled brat that is allergic to the words “no” and “don’t”, and feels it’s his responsibility to knock him down a peg.

And whether they like it or not, there is genuine love (broship love rn) because they’ve been through so much together, they’ve obsessed over each other their entire lives, they’ve rescued each other in secret out of fear of showing vulnerability, and DO hang as friends. So to summarize, like… in canon, they feel highly complicated things for each other. But those feelings have always been reciprocal and intense.

#kyman #south park #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #talk tag #me in the last answer; lmao these bitches can’t be healthy #also me: sooo cartman has Kyle intuition and knows when to hold him back so he don’t hurt the homies ✨#asks

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