#egg why do you even use anon i know its you

[chaifootsteps]

Look, I like "the show must go on" song but its just so unearned. And there's some moments that I would like to rant about it so sorry if it's long:

So Charlie starting to sing that Pentious did it for them, the "ultimate" sacrifice as if it wasn't a joke death

"This bloodshed could have been avoided if I convinced heaven to work together" YES IT COULD'VE BUT WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO AFTER ALL THOSE 6 MONTHS (and no, Wikipedia would not work)

I'm not going to say anything about the Vee part. All I'm gonna say is that I want Valentino to be death. It just gives nothing to me.

And there's the Alastor part. Its my favorite part of the song but Alastor why are you sad you didn't even do anything about the war, but go boy gives us nothing I guess (this part reminds me of that Sailor Moon "but you didn't do anything" meme)

The part that gives me frustration is that the cast salute Sir Pentious's picture for his death LIKE YOU DONT GET TO ACT LIKE YOU PEOPLE HONORED HIM WHILE HE WAS ALIVE. I'VE SEEN Y'ALL HOW YOU PEOPLE TREATED THAT POOR MAN STOP ACTING LIKE YOU CARED ABOUT HIM (Expect Frank the egg boi, he and other eggs truly cared about him)

That's all I'm gonna say about this song

Anon, you've got me picturing this scenario where Frank the egg boi just goes off on everyone in his egg voice for pretending to care about Pentious in death when they couldn't have given less of a shit about him in life. I didn't know I needed this, but I think I need it.

#Anonymous #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

[mouschiwrites]

hihi it’s the anon from the one req with the prime empire outfit thing :3 !! i was wondering if you could do something similar but with a reader who wakes up before them and makes them food ?? your writing is so munchable (positively)

Yaay good to have you back!!! I cannot express how joyous it makes me to know that people actually enjoy my silly scrawlings 🥹

Ninjago - Making Breakfast For the Ninjas

Kai

He is NOT a morning person

Definitely the type of guy to say “just five more minutes” like eight times before he finally drags himself out of bed

But when he wakes up to the smell of food…

And you’re not next to him…

He’s more than motivated to get up

He follows the smell into the kitchen, sighing to himself when he sees you at the stove

He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck

“Come back to bed, my sunshine.”

“You don’t want breakfast?”

“…keep cooking.”

He leans on you, half asleep while you finish frying some eggs and bacon

He’s still a little groggy while you eat together, but you can see him waking up the more he eats

You watch him carefully, watching for any signs that might indicate his opinion on your cooking

Polishing off his first plate, Kai blinks the rest of the sleepiness from his eyes

You make eye contact, both smiling softly

Your lips curl into a bigger grin when he asks for seconds

Still, you can’t help but tease:

“What about going back to bed?”

“Nah. I’m up now. Your amazing cooking has worked its magic on me.”

He smirks as you blush, grabbing his plate to get him another serving

Watching you, he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky

Again, he’s not a morning person, but he’s discovered his new favorite way to wake up

Jay

When Jay wakes up, the first thing he does is check to see if you’re awake

He refuses to get out of bed unless you go with him, and he expects you to do the same

So when he wakes up and you’re not there, he’s a little offended

But then some worry starts to settle in

Did something happen? Surely that must be the case; why else would you break your routine?

Hauling himself out of bed, he hurries around the house, calling your name

He perks up when he hears your response in the kitchen

Dashing in, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you alive and well, even smiling at him from your station at the stove

You perceive his worried expression, suddenly feeling a little guilty for abandoning him in bed

“Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”

He sighs in relief, assuring you that he’s just glad you’re okay

He starts rambling about his dream he had, taking a seat at the table while you finished grilling waffles

He doesn’t stop (aside from a quick “thanks”) when you set his plate in front of him

But when he takes his first bite, he freezes mid-sentence

“…is it okay..?”

“Oh my Borg. Y/n. You beautiful savant. This is amazing.”

You smile giddily as he shovels the food down his gullet

When he’s finished, he reclines in his chair satisfactorily

“This absolutely makes up for getting up before me. But next time let me wake up with you, okay?”

Cole

Cole could sleep through a category 5 hurricane

He certainly sounds like one when he snores

So it’s no surprise to him when he wakes up and you’re not there

Actually, that’s what he’s used to

He’ll lumber out of bed and make his way to the bathroom, where he’ll find you getting ready for the day

That’s how you start your day: one a tad later, but always together

When he goes to the bathroom and finds it empty, he’s baffled

He stands there for a solid minute, waiting for the grogginess to leave his head so he can think clearly

Before that happens, he’s enticed by the smell of pancakes

He follows the aroma to the kitchen, where two of his problems are solved

One, he’s found you

Two, you’re making breakfast, so his hunger will soon be satiated

He stands behind you, placing his burly arms and his chin on the top of your head

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Pancakes. You want butter and syrup?”

“Mmmm. You know me so well.”

He stays by your side while you cook, trying to keep the drool in his mouth

You make him a high stack of pancakes, which you both know he’ll absolutely destroy

Before he even takes his first bite, he’s already complimenting your cooking

The compliments keep flowing while he eats, bringing a flattered pinkness to your cheeks

When he’s done, he lets out a dreamy sigh, placing his chin on his palm, admiring you

“My partner’s drop-dead gorgeous and the best cook in the world. Wakes me up with pancakes. Pancakes!”

“Only because you deserve it.”

You share a sticky kiss that tastes like maple syrup, which silently prompts you both to go brush your teeth and get ready for the day

Zane

Zane's usually the one to wake up earlier and get breakfast started, so you'll have to be really early if you want to surprise him

He assumes you're just in the bathroom when he doesn't see you in bed, so he shrugs it off and heads to the kitchen

He blinks in shock when he sees you already there, setting the table with omelettes and toast

He hurries over to you, reaching out to take the butter from your hands, but you dodge him

"Nuh-uh, you just sit down."

He reluctantly obeys

While you eat, you can't help but notice his curious glances at you

Eventually he breaks the silence

"Why did you do this?"

"Because I love you. I wanted to treat you."

His gentle smile does little to express how touched he is

You know he's a man of few words, so just having him finish his plate is enough to tell you he liked the meal

You grin proudly to yourself as you gather the dishes

He absolutely insists on helping you clean up, will NOT take no for an answer

While you clean up together, he gives you constructive feedback on your cooking

He figures it'd be more valuable to you than just compliments

And of course it is; he's basically a master chef, and you're getting free advice

Lloyd

For Lloyd, having you by his side when he wakes up is a 50/50 chance

Sometimes he gets up first, sometimes you get up first

So he's not exactly surprised waking up alone

What does catch his attention is the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air

He breathes it in deeply, wondering where it could be coming from at such an early hour

Eventually he gets up to investigate, and to his surprise (and delight) there are fresh-baked cinnamon rolls on the stovetop

And who but his lovely s/o mixing cream cheese icing on the counter?

He leans over the pan of rolls, wafting the smell into his nose

The sound startles you, but you smile when you realize it's only Lloyd

"Good morning."

"Morning. Did you make these?"

"No. A bipedal horse dropped them off."

"Har-har. Well, they smell fantastic, love."

He practically begs you to let him help spread the icing

You later realize that he really just wanted to lick the spoon... and the bowl

You eat the rolls informally as you sit on the counter, not bothering to use plates

Your hands end up stickier than the rolls themselves

Giving up on licking your fingers, you finally decide to go wash up

While getting ready, Lloyd clings close to you, expressing his abundant gratitude

"The rolls were so so so good. Just like you; you're so good to me. I love you."

Apparently your gesture got him feeling all mushy, because you ended up spending the rest of the morning curled up together watching TV on the couch, receiving sporadic kisses on your hands and head

Nya

Nya likes waking up early, but she doesn't like to disturb you

She'll immediately switch to stealth-mode when she wakes up, silently slipping out of bed and into the bathroom

She doesn't even notice that you're not in bed; she's too focused on being quiet

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, only to hear your voice:

"Hey, I made parfaits—"

"First Spinjitsu Master, Y/n!"

"Pfff—sorry, my flower! I didn't mean to scare you!"

If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now

You decided to enjoy your yogurt parfaits while watching the sunrise

Spoon in one hand, Nya's hand in the other, you watched the sky grow brighter

Occasionally you would sneak a glance at your girlfriend, smiling to yourself at how beautiful she was, even after barely waking up

Little did you know she was doing the same

You continued to watch even after your parfaits were gone

Just as the sun peeked over the horizon, staining the sky a vibrant orange, you heard Nya say:

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She brought your hand to her mouth, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles

"The parfait was delicious. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Should we go get ready now?"

"Let's watch the sunrise for a little longer."

Thank you sweet anon for this marvelous request! And thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! <33

(divider by saradika)

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[cerise-on-top]

Giving König a Bracelet to Help with His Anxiety

@puff0o0 Hey, I'm the anon who said they'd write this! I know you deleted that ask, which is why I'm not really sure if you care about this anymore in the first place, so if this bothers you, just tell me and I'll delete it! Either way, I hope it's enjoyable enough and thank you for the idea!

From the doorway you watched the behemoth go about his day, with him currently picking out the food he would like to make. From what you could see, both options he weighed seemed to have been some form of pasta, although his large frame did cover the picture of the second bag. With a sigh, he put down one of them, the winner seemingly being noodles with broccoli sauce.

“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.”

Fascinating, he was speaking his mother tongue again, but seemingly in the way where no machine translator in the world could help you. Strange as it was, to have been so confident in what little German you did know, there were many times you failed to understand him, but that’s what made it all the more charming as well. Either way, dialect or not, you had something else planned, something transcending language.

Creeping up to him, like a benevolent shadow, you took the piece of jewelry out of your pocket, holding it in your hand as you gave it another quick glance. It should fit him, but hopefully, it won’t pinch him too much. Seemingly distracted by the packet of noodles, or maybe he was just playing along with you, it was hard to tell, you stood behind him, not making a move. It was a bit ironic in your eyes: The gift you had gotten him takes its bearer’s anxiety and cleanses it, yet here you were, worried he might not like it. It still wasn’t too late to go back, or maybe leave it somewhere for him to find. Which, however, would make way for another problem, mainly that he would think it belonged to you when such couldn’t be further from the truth. You were certain König was a different man on the battlefield, fierce, frightening, fatal, but when it came to domestic things, he seemed a bit lost.

He was a sweetheart to you at all times, very aware of his strength and how easily he could hurt you by accident. He’s cracked several eggs on his hand instead of inside the frying pan, he’s even broken glass by holding it. And even then, the problem wasn’t the splitters in his hand, he was more worried about you being mad at him for breaking it. The guilt in his eyes was something else as you patched him up.

“I don’t deserve someone like you.”

And every time anew, you would tell him:

“Who said that?! Who do I need to cuddle the sadness out of?!”

Stupid as it was, it would always make him smile. But you couldn’t always be there with him, reassure him that everything was going to be alright. You probably didn’t need to, but you couldn’t help but want to, no matter what. For as scared as you were this time, you had to bite the bullet, let it be known that you loved and cared for him, even got him something. “Honey?”

“Oh, you’re back home. I am so glad to see you, I was just about to make dinner. Say, do you like broccoli?”

König turned to face you, his slight excitement was evident in his voice, the fact he tried to swallow it down even more so. It was adorable how his eyes almost glistened in the artificial light just because he was looking at you instead of pasta instructions now.

Softening your grip on the small bracelet, you hadn’t even realized you were gripping tightly enough to cause pain, you put your other hand on top of it, making sure to conceal it entirely. This was all or nothing. “I, uh, got you something. Can I have your arm for a moment, please?”

“Naturally.” Taking the pack of pasta into his other hand, he extended his arm towards you. It never ceased to amaze you just how big it was, his hand, too. He could likely take someone’s skull and crush it using just one. But in that moment, all it did was hang there, giving you the opportunity to attach the bracelet. That you did, putting the hook through the loop to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.

“There we go.”

König lifted his arm towards his face, inspecting the little accessory closely. While he wasn’t quite sure what those pretty crystals were, he could make an educated guess, having listened to you talk about them from time to time. The purple one, he was sure, he could make out fairly easily, the faintly pink one made his gears turn for a moment. “...amethyst and rose quartz? Is that what those are?”

“Oh, you actually remembered.” Taken aback for a second, you recovered quickly enough, taking his arm into your hands. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. “But yes, that’s what they are. Good job, König, that makes me really happy.” Flashing him a smile, you took a shaky breath. “I got you this because it will help with your anxiety, though it seems like I should have one myself, haha. The amethyst calms the mind and the rose quartz will soothe the heart. But generally speaking, rose quartz will also help you when you can’t sleep at night. I want this to be yours so you will be well wherever you are.”

König’s eyes widened for a moment, breaking eye contact with you to look at the bracelet instead. It was absolutely gorgeous, a reminder from you that everything will be alright, no matter when or where he may be. Softly, he rubbed your arm with his free hand before pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t complain, he was tall, strong and warm. It calmed your senses, feeling his arms wrap around you, as he muttered his gratitude to you.

“Danke, Schatzi, ich hab dich so so lieb, du hast ja gar keine Ahnung.”

That German seemed to be easier to understand than what he said about the noodles earlier.

“I love you too. Be well and come back to me always, alright? Do you promise you will do that for me?”

You pulled away from the hug, putting a hand on König’s cheek while caressing it gently with your thumb.

“Yes, of course.”

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“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.” = "I hope my darling will like it. They are normally pretty good."

#cod #cod mw2 #könig x reader #könig mw2 #also this has some Austrian German in it because I do believe he would speak it when talking to himself #and also because I could #just a bit nervous about posting this #Shrimp if you're reading this: thank you for the idea but also sorry for bothering you

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hey, 🧀 anon here! Since you haven’t watched Made in Abyss, I’ll keep the request for another time >->

But, since the requests are closing soon (congrats on 100 followers btw), I came up with a different request: Can I please have some headcanons for Eula, Lumine and Jean with a reader that fights with a frying pan? They have formal training in sword fighting, but they use a frying pan cause they like to hear it go “bonk” when it hits things. (Can be romantic or platonic, up to you). Thx!✌🏽

(A pleasure to make your acquaintance 🧀 Anon! And I intend to watch made in the abyss one day so I’ll be sure to say when I do! Also, thanks! Still not sure what in the world I did to get 100 followers but I’ll ensure I don’t disappoint! Also, for some reason I decided to be sad for Jean's part, my apologies)

NOW THEN! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Warnings: Slight Angst for Jean's part

Lumine

Lumine was convinced you needed serious help the first time she saw you wander out of Mondstadt with a beat up frying pan that had a very long handle and a commission for a hilichurl encampment in hand.

Turns out, you did not need help, at least not with the Hilichurls.

Lumine still thinks that you need some serious mental help for fighting with only a frying pan and a pyro vision because “You like the funny sound” your pan makes when cracking someone’s head open like an egg.

And what makes it worse is that you know how to use a sword!

Hell! You're probably one of the best duelists in Mondstadt even with the frying pan! 

With an actual blade you’d probably be one of the best in Teyvat!

Lumine has seen you fight people like Jean and you nearly took her head off several times with that damn pan!

It was infuriating to her!

She has no Idea why it does either!

Well that's a lie, she knows exactly why it infuriates her but she won’t admit it.

Ever.

Or at least until she can prove that you need to use something else aside from a large frying pan.

Unfortunately people from all over have yet to force you on the back foot due to how unorthodox you and your pan is.

Catching the tips of spears and swords in the pan before redirecting them and using your new position to slam the side of the pan into their faces.

Blocking greatsword swings with the back of the pan before pushing the attacker off balance and countering.

Swiping away arrows and catalysts before hitting them with a storm of blows.

An almost perfect balance of offense and defense that was effective in duels and against handfuls of attackers and useful against hordes when paired with your Pyro vision.

She can count the amount of times she’s seen you use an actual sword on one hand minus four fingers.

And even then that was only when you were faced with a small army of ruin sentinels!

AND YOU STILL HAD THE PAN IN YOUR OTHER HAND!

So eventually Lumine had to admit that she would never find a way to stop you and your pan shenanigans.

But in doing so she had to admit something to herself she’d much rather not.

As she traveled with you, got to know you and tried to get you to pick up an actual weapon.

She had fallen for you and your antics.

The Traveler and her Pan Wielding compatriot with their mascot, Emergency Food!

It sounded like a bad circus act.

But she had to admit.

She liked the way it sounded in her head.

Eula Lawrence

Eula was someone who most people avoided interacting with or talking to.

Even still, she knew of you.

Hell, everyone knows of you.

Kind of hard to miss the adventurer who swings a pan around in place of a sword because of a love for the sound it makes when cracking open a skull.

That and no one understood why such a grand duelist never used a sword.

Yeah, most people tend to give you a wide berth.

Almost as wide as the one people gave Eula.

And considering you both ran in the same circles you two were bound to run into each other eventually.

When the two of you finally did run into each other, it was an interesting event.

Mostly because you killed a Lawlachurl by crushing its skull with your pan and laughing maniacally.

Eula knew then and there that you were the type of person who didn’t care about appearances or social faux pas.

It was something Eula thought more people needed.

And it was something that made Eula begin to take interest in you.

That and your propensity for violence with cooking utensils.

So the two of you began to get to know each other.

And in the process Eula realized something else about you.

You were exactly the type of person she liked.

And you were the person she had fallen for.

Jean Gunnhildr

You and Jean had known eachother since the both of you were young enough to run through the fields and streets of Mondstadt without care.

Long enough to develop a crush on you.

Despite your… love for swinging a Frying Pan over people’s heads.

Jean truly has no Idea what was going through your mind when you decided to have a Frying Pan as your weapon.

Especially since you were one of the best duelists she knew.

But considering the… personality quirks of everyone she knew…

You were by far one of the more normal people in her group of friends.

But Jean loathed to admit that, all because of that one word.

Friends.

That's all the both of you were to each other, no matter how much she wanted to change it.

What a cowardly woman she was.

But no longer, she was the one who was to be named the Acting Grandmaster once Grandmaster Varka left on his expedition.

That is when she will ask you.

When she’s backed by the strength and bravery of those who came before her.

Unfortunately, the world had decided against something like that happening just yet.

As you were one of the knights chosen to leave with Grandmaster Varka.

And Jean had no idea.

At least until she walked into your room, only to find it barren with a note addressed to her on the bed.

A note that told her that the both of you felt very much the same about one another.

A note that would be the last she heard of you for a very, very long while.

#lumine x reader #eula x reader #jean gunhildr x reader #eula lawrence #eula genshin impact #jean gunnhildr #genshin #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #lumine #genshin impact

[faebaex]

Piece of Cake!

Request:

Student Name: Máire "Mor" Cian

Gender: Female

Dorm: Diasomnia

Scenario: Growing up, she didn't learn how to cook - noblewomen were forbidden from the kitchen, her father insisted. But for her dorm fellows and those in her year (second), she wanted to break free of those old notions. Visiting the vice leader of Heartlabyul, with his help, she whipped up one lovely Victoria sponge to share with Diasomnia while managing a decent, uncomplicated but decadent fudge to parcel out to the other second-years...

-✨️ Anon (Had to try both my OCs, if you're up to it... Happy Valentine's!)

author note: sorry for the wait! this was a really cute concept, also sorry i don't know why Jade turned out so mean, he was just in a silly goofy mood today i guess. also also some accidental Trey, because i got a little carried away when setting the scene („• ֊ •„) your OC is really cute and i hope you enjoy!

characters: Trey Clover, second years, Diasomnia dorm x F!Reader (platonic or romantic, however you fancy)

“Oh… Not quite…”

You looked down at the mixing bowl, staring down at the powdery white mixture that filled the bowl. Looking back up at Trey, who was looking back at you with a kind but strained smile, you furrowed your brow in confusion. “Did I do something wrong…?”

“Ah well…” Trey’s smile falters only slightly, valiantly trying to keep a calm expression, “well you see, the next step would be to pour out the caster sugar but that’s… Icing sugar…” He gently explains and your face falls when you look down at the packet in your hand, clearly labelled ‘Icing Sugar’. You groan in frustration, feeling like an utter fool for making such a silly mistake, and Trey immediately jumps to console you, a heavy hand falling on your shoulder and he gives you a good natured shake. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I made all sorts of mistakes when I started baking.” You look up at him, a forlorn expression on your face at his placating, not believing him one bit. Trey gives you another pat on the shoulder before beginning to guide you more closely through the steps, clearly now aware that you require his undivided attention.

Despite that, you make several more mistakes before you are done with your creations. There is a particular incident with the eggs which results in time wasted picking eggshell out of the mixture, and Trey has to make a mad dash across the kitchen at one point to grab the salt out of your hand, which you had somehow mistaken for baking powder. But regardless of your near constant kitchen mishaps, your and Trey’s combined efforts result in a fluffy Victoria sponge and a simple, yet tasty looking batch of fudge. Trey gives you a smile that makes his eyes wrinkle at the corners as he grabs the icing sugar, guiding your hands to help you sieve the icing sugar over the top of the Victoria sponge as a finishing touch. “Now this is what we use the icing sugar for.” Trey remarks with a chuckle, taking a step back to admire the pieces that you had baked together, “you did great!” He assures, a kind smile on his face as he watches you beam at your creations. You felt a surge of pride run through you as the sight of your baking, feeling that your first time in a kitchen had gone well, despite its… Challenges. Riding on your high, you even considered applying for the next Master Chef program next time applications opened.

“Thank you so much for your help, Trey!” You beamed at him as he began packing away your creations into boxes for you to take back to your dorm with you. He gave you a light smile, folding the boxes closed securely. “Not at all. You’re welcome in the Heartslabyul kitchen whenever you want to do a spot of baking again. I heard Lilia has a very… Curious taste in ingredients, so it would probably best you didn’t get influenced by… That.” He gives you an awkward smile, packing your baking boxes into a paper bag for you to carry home. You say your goodbyes and you leave the Heartslabyul dorm, a warm feeling in your heart as you head back to your dorm, preparing to hand out your homemade treats to your classmates the next day…

Riddle Rosehearts

Surprised that you are gifting him some fudge! Sure, he knew you were in the Heartslabyul kitchen with Trey for a long time yesterday afternoon, but he never expected to receive anything out of it.

Thinks it is just as a courtesy because he let you use his dorm’s kitchen, and will blush if you tell him that you made some fudge specifically for him.

He will compliment how it looks and smells and tell you he looks forward to eating it later.

It will be his tea time snack later that day!

Ruggie Bucchi

Free food? Say no more!

Ruggie is usually suspicious when people try to give him something for free, but you look so earnest and proud of yourself when you try to hand it over to him, it would be rude to say no, riiiight?

If he knows you don’t have much experience in the kitchen, he’ll cheekily offer to be your exclusive taste tester, with the low low fee of a portion of the food you cook/bake.

He’s super happy about receiving it though and will probably devour it right there and then in front of you.

He will compliment the taste and sneakily suggest that you try your hand at making doughnuts next time.

Azul Ashengrotto

Ngl this is literally his worst nightmare.

He does not have the extra calories available for this surprise.

Plus it goes entirely against his creed to accept something from someone and potentially leave himself open for return favours later on.

So initially, he will try to refuse it.

Eventually, and very, very reluctantly, he will accept it. His customer service smile has all but crumbled at this point.

He will give you a free drink coupon for the Lounge as a trade off (nothing over 10 thaumarks of course) and then he will excuse himself.

The fudge probably sits on his desk untouched in the VIP room or Floyd snags it and eats it.

Spends way too much time ruminating over why you’d give him that so is probably glad if Floyd eats it tbh.

Jade Leech

Well, aren’t you an amusing one?

He will happily accept your gift, even if his smile seems a little ingenuine.

He won’t eat the fudge in front of you, preferring not to be observed by you when he tries the fudge.

But he will take the opportunity to gather intel talk to you about baking and delve more into your background.

What a lovely info gathering opportunity you have offered him, so kind of you.

If Jade finds out about your noble ties, don’t be surprised if the fish mafia try to blackmail you one day about telling your father about your kitchen activities.

However, the next day Jade will tell you how delightful your fudge tasted, and his smile seems more genuine than it did before.

Floyd Leech

Is already draping himself all over you before you can even offer him the fudge.

Delighted that you made him a little gift!

He literally will not wait for you to finish talking before he’s ripping into the packaging and taking a big ol’ chomp out of the fudge.

Gives you a fudge-caked smile too as he chews away like a carnivore.

Will compliment the fudge in his own weird way, like saying how good it feels to sink his teeth into it, or something.

He’s like a feral animal, now that you’ve given him food once he’s probably going to bother you every time he sees you. Good luck.

Kalim Al Asim

He’s so happy you thought of him but also so so sad because he can’t eat it!

But he doesn’t want to make you sad so he still accepts it but his smile does drop a little because he’s sad he can’t try it.

He will settle for sniffing it really enthusiastically because he feels like that’s a totally normal way to appreciate your baking.

He’s definitely going to try to use this as an excuse to throw a party with you as the guest of honour. Then you can both eat lots of food together!

He will finally let you go free once you convince him that you already have other plans that day.

Jamil Viper

Really surprised that you are giving him something, as he’s usually trying to fly under the radar.

He seems to appreciate it though, and will accept it without much fuss.

He’s a bit of an avid cook himself, so he’ll likely analyse the flavour in his head but keep his thoughts to himself.

He’ll feel a bit smug later that day when Kalim hands over the fudge you gave him, now he has two of your little gifts.

May slyly set some extra sweet aside for you that he’s made for Kalim and leave them for you without a note, but you could probably guess who they were from if you thought about it hard enough.

Silver

A welcome surprise for him to wake up to!

He’ll give you a gentle smile when he wakes up from one of his accidental nap to find you sitting beside him with a package full of treats.

He will happily eat it, savouring anything that hasn’t been made by his father.

He will compliment your baking, telling you how you did such a good job.

As you are both from Diasomnia, it’s likely he knows something about your circumstances.

He’s very curious when you tell him jokingly to keep the fudge a secret from the rest of the Diasomnia dorm, as you have a surprise for them later on. He will promise to keep it a secret though.

You hurry back to your dorm after your club activities, eager to set out the surprise cake for your dormmates. You had already sent Lilia on a mission to find Malleus and bring him back to the dorm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kindly went off to fulfil your request. You placed your bags haphazardly on your bed with a promise to tidy them later as you quickly grabbed the cake box and rushed out of your room, wanting to get to the dorm lounge before any of the others got there. Unfortunately, Silver and Sebek were already waiting in the lounge, the latter lamenting his inability to find Malleus and walk him back to the dorm. You placed the cake box discreetly on the lounge table, giving Silver a knowing smile as you waited for the arrival of Malleus and Lilia. You were grateful that they soon arrived, knowing how difficult it could be to find Malleus sometimes, especially if he did not want to be found.

Soon, all four of them were staring at you expectantly and you suddenly found yourself overcome with shyness, clasping your hands in front of you for something to do with your hands and looking down as you began to speak, stuttering over your words. “Um… I-I decided to try baking for the first time and I made a cake that I wanted everyone to try…” Hesitantly, you lift the lid on the cake box and reveal the lovely Victoria sponge cake to the group…

Malleus Draconia

Ngl you are worried at first because his mouth is just pressed into a thin line as he stares at the cake with a blank stare.

But then as soon as you begin slicing up the cake and passing around slices for everyone, he perks right up.

He’s getting to share a cake with everyone, instead of it being forced to be all his? What a splendid experience you have afforded him.

He is more than happy to tuck into the cake, complimenting its texture and flavour.

He has suffered through Lilia’s cooking too so he’s definitely savouring this as much as he can.

Tbh more than the cake he’s just overjoyed to be included in something, so he definitely appreciates you for that.

Lilia Vanrouge

He thinks that its great that you are breaking free of old traditions and trying new things.

Tells you how proud he is of you and encourages you to continue expressing your individuality (thanks batdad).

He’ll give you his blessing to use the Diasomnia dorm kitchen as you please and offer to bake with you sometime.

Don’t do it bestie.

As for the cake, he thinks it tastes good but could definitely benefit from a boost in nutrition!

He starts talking your ears off about what ingredients you could add to give it a little more ‘oomph’, Silver is trying to pry him away from you…

Silver

Surprised and impressed that you made a full-sized cake along with the fudge you had already prepared!

Just like Lilia, he’s really proud of you too.

He will compliment the cake and how you did a really good job on your first ever baking attempt. He thinks you are a natural at it (little does he know).

As promised, he doesn’t mention the fudge and gives you a gentle smile when you wink conspiratorially at him.

Sebek Zigvolt

This boy is always hungry so he’s so happy when he’s handed a large slice of cake.

But he’s even more excited to eat it when the cake receives Malleus’ blessing.

Even the young master is impressed by your cake? You should be honoured, human!!

He’s pretty much devoured the cake in a few bites and loudly proclaims how good it tastes.

(Half because he genuinely thinks it tastes good and half because Malleus said it was good so who is he to disagree with the Prince!)

Too shy to ask for seconds and will blush when you give him another slice.

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #silver x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[breakfastteatime]

Today's fic is for the anon who requested 'I can explain!'

"Hey, Cal."

Greez's voice drags Cal out of his dozy musings. He shifts, stab wound grumbling. His breath catches and he presses a hand to his chest. He is really, really over this. "Greez? What is it?"

"Just checking in, seeing how you're feeling."

"I'm okay," Cal says, even though he's about to figure out the best way to get out of this bed and find another painkiller. His attempts to sleep it off have failed, and he knows he’ll get a lecture if he doesn’t ask for help when he needs it.

"Good, good.” Greez nods. “Yeah, that’s good to hear.”

“Are you okay?” Cal asks, because Greez is being weirder than usual.

“I’m fine. There's something I need to talk to you about."

It’s right then when Cal notices two of Greez’s arms are behind his back, holding something. He reaches out with the Force, senses…

Ohhhhh, shit.

"Actually, Greez, can it wait? I'm not feeling - "

Greez pulls out an egg. A big egg. An egg that can only have one source.

BD scans it immediately, cheerily announcing his findings.

“Ah!” Greez raises a hand. “I don’t wanna hear a peep outta you, BD.”

BD shrinks back.

"Guess what, Cal?" Greez asks, voice dangerously soft. "This ain't the only one. I even saw it wiggle earlier, so what does that tell me?"

Knowing he is totally busted, Cal goes for honesty. “That you should put it back so the mother can properly nurture it.”

“Oh, I will, kid, believe me. I don’t need this thing hatching and then locking onto me and calling me ‘Mama’.”

“Actually, Greez, boglings can’t talk.”

A finger comes out, jabbing in Cal’s direction. BD tells Cal maybe he shouldn’t keep pushing his luck this time.

“How long has it been aboard?” Greez demands.

“A while,” Cal says. He lost track of time ages ago. “She’s harmless, I promise. I can explain! She’s – ”

“Harmless, yeah, uh huh. She’s why I’ve been hearing weird things, smelling gross things, finding food missing…”

“Yeah…”

“What do you think would happen if she nibbled her way through some of the wires, huh? Suddenly we’re falling out of hyperspace at the worst possible moment, reverting in the middle of a star or crashing into a planet, or…”

“But she hasn’t,” Cal says brightly. “And she probably would have by now if she was going to.”

It puts pause to whatever rant Greez was about to go off on.

Because it was not the right thing to say.

BD-1 skitters off down the hall.

“You’re lucky you’re still injured,” Greez says, and for the first time ever, Cal thinks he might be afraid of him. “The second you’re fit and able, we’re going back to Bogano so you can reunite mother and babies with their homeworld. You can fight off any stormtroopers that might come for us too and –”

“Really, Greez? You’d abandon helpless babies on Bogano, a world now on the Empire’s radar?”

“Oh no, don’t you even try it! I won’t have any of your Jedi tricks! They’re going back. I don’t care if the whole planet’s on fire! This is a critter free ship, Cal, and you better remember that.”

“But – ”

“Silence!” Greez bellows.

There’s a skitter of claws from the vent above Cal’s bed. He doesn’t need to look to sense the bogling. Greez looks up with a growl.

The bogling growls back.

“You!” Greez hisses.

The bogling’s parental rage zings through the Force and sinks its teeth into Cal. “Hey, Greez? She really, really wants her egg back.”

The vent rattles. The bogling attempts to break through.

“Hah, like something that small could – ”

The rest of what Greez has to say is lost to a scream as the bogling does indeed break through (with just the teeniest, tiniest application of the Force). Greez (and the egg) rush out of the engine room, the bogling in hot pursuit.

BD-1 returns with Cere, both of them staring after Greez. “Do I want to know?” Cere asks.

“Probably not,” Cal says, settling back against his pillow.

#fic requests 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #post-nur fics my beloved #they don't all have to be angsty! #cal kestis #greez dritus #bd 1 #cere junda #bogling #can't believe there are only 3 requests left to post T_T

[taeyamayang]

hii ! hope you're having a wonderful day

could I request a scenario for Kenma and his fem!s/o that is actually a streamer ? she's very admirative of him but doesn't want to appear on his channel nor have any promotion from him so that she feels like she deserves her small community !! if you'd like to add a few hc or other ideas you're absolutely free to do so ! as a small streamer I'm really curious about what their dynamic would be like :D

–🎙️anon bc having a signature is coool

streamer!kenma dating a streamer

tags: fluff! | scenarios | female reader | romance | timeskip kenma | aged up | streamer!kenma

a/n to 🎙anon: thanks for taking your time to request, love. i hope you like this! (i'm vsnsbs i don't know if i did well but-) also, i absolutely i adore the signature, hope to hear more from you soon! :)

streamer!kenma has millions of viewers on twitch and youtube. his videos go viral and his tags effortlessly hit the top trending list on twitter but his identity outside live streams remains a mystery, except for you.

streamer!kenma is very much different from who is when the camera is on his face. some claim that he is secretly an outgoing guy who spends his spare time on clubs (similar to many gamers out there) or a serial flirt who can easily woo a woman. their fantasies turn him into their own versions of a "hot" man.

but for you, streamer!kenma is truly 'hot' when he is freshly out of the bed, dragging his feet to the kitchen, and instantly smiling at you when he sees you flipping eggs. he is hot he wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face between the crook of your neck and shoulder, mumbling "goodmorning" against your exposed skin before sealing it with a kiss.

streamer!kenma is also hot when he's awkward, like a cat with its tail tucked between its legs when strangers come up to him. he absolutely hates taking photos yet you find it adoring that he considers doing so for his followers. on top of that, you love seeing a soft blush on his cheeks whenever he gets shy when someone comes up to him screaming and babbling about how they love him. on the other hand, he goes all out when someone recognizes you. he proves to them that he is your number one supporter, pulling out his phone to insist on taking a photo of you and your viewer. to him, it is a question why people are drawn to him but to you it's obvious. in his perspective, you are easy to love and your comfort is what reels people inㅡthe main reason why he fell for you.

streamer!kenma doesn't get why you refuse to appear in his streams. he isn't aware of the impact he has in the gaming world. to him, he's just a regular guy and his mere existence won't make any difference. but he loves playing games with you and since you can't play together in your streams he came up with a sneaky plan. when he knows you're live he uses his "not-so-obvious" other account and takes advantage of it. you know his other username besides his official one even if he denies it's him. i mean, how can you not know when he's literally using your pet name for him? apparently, "kdzapplepie" requesting to join you in combat does not scream kenma... it does. hence, he joins you in streams using his cover ups but he knows that you know but he still does it anyway.

streamer!kenma likes watching you do your lives. he sits behind the camera, mouthing to you words as side comments. like, when you tell your viewers that you suck at using a weapon/character he immediately waves his hands in the air to call for your attention before mouthing "i don't think so babe." causing a smile to your face. your small community noticed it beforeㅡside glances, giggles, and smiles. they know you're with someone when you play games. some even asked if you can show them who it is or tell something about them. they are intrigued about your personal life and frankly you like to keep it that way.

streamer!kenma loves in private and so do you. you would rather make memories with him without the suspecting eyes of outsiders. you love the idea of being the only person to know how he looks at you when you show him your new dress, how leaves a soft peck at the back of your hand after intertwining it, how he gets annoyingly clingy when he gets sick, or how he professes his love to you through a whisper. you are selfish when it comes to him. everyone can love his online version, but only you get to hold his heart.

a/n: streamer kenma.. i'm weak :') i'm screaming, crying, and rolling on the floor as i type this.

masterlist | hq.list | req: open

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq kenma #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #streamer!kenma #timeskip kenma #kenma hcs #hq hcs #hq headcanons #hq scenario #hq scenarios #kenma scenario #kenma imagine #kenma x y/n #hq imagines #hq writing #hq x reader #pea.writes

[homeofhousechickens]

Same anon as prev,

Would Cream and Crush really mate with each other, like wouldn’t they recognize that they are mother and child and idk not do that??

Again /genuine question and curiosity, I have like 0 previous info about any of this stuff

So with my birds they are not a color bred breed they are usually bred for type and size primarily. That means that their color genetics are kind of a mystery box. By inbreeding certain pairs I can learn more about what genetics I'm working with due to possible recessives popping up and seeing how the genes themselves interact.

Inbreeding is commonly used in chicken breeding to select for specific desirable traits. For me I'm selecting for health, certain temperments, production capabilities, broodiness, body type, colors, and plumage type and you can use inbreeding to your advantage by breeding genetically similar birds together.

I really like a lot of traits Cream has, so if I'm able to get more birds who are genetically similar to her, this is a good thing for me. I might even get birds who are genetically similar but better due to the genetics thrown in from the father. By inbreeding, I'm also able to see the BAD traits immediately as well and attempt to eliminate them from the gene pool. Chickens aren't dogs, they don't have genetic tests out there to see if they possibly carry a lethal gene, you have to find this out on your own.

In species that reproduce quickly like chickens and mice do there is also less of a negative impact. The things you need to watch out for are how vigorous/healthy the chicks are, longevity, hatchability, and fertilization rates but it can take a while for these to be impacted especially if you are working with a gentically diverse flock.

Obviously you don't want to only inbreed your flock without a care. The selection part is very important and it's also important to outcross to keep up the genetic diversity. You only want to breed from healthy birds regardless.

As for why a mother and son would breed its important to not put human morals onto chickens. Young cockerels actually tend to get weaned from their mothers (pecked and chased away) faster then their sisters because they start showing sexual aggression towards her and attempting to mate with her. It's also important to keep in mind that I'm the one who typically raises the chicks not my broodies so why would Crush not try to mate with his mother? How would he even know?

Anyway inbreeding isn't like evil or bad and it has its purpose. The chicken eggs you get from the store come from hens who are genetically very similar, so much so in fact that these hens are readily used by science in chicken related studies because of how gentically similar these production hens are to each other (this isn't a good thing but just an example) and most chicken breeds in general are a genetically similar as that is the whole point of creating a breed which is just a population of genetically similar animals selected for certain traits.

Right now there are a few different breeds i want to introduce to my breeding flock for genetic diversity and useful traits before I close it off from outcrossing. I have been trying to add new blood this year from one of those breeds but unfortunately I have been very unlucky. With my Crush x Cream chicks I wanted to see if there was any nasty lethals Cream might be carrying and I wanted to learn about her color more but I don't think I was going to continue to inbreed them again from there since the cross had served its purpose.

Here are some interesting links for you if you want to learn more about this sort of stuff and come to your own conclusions.

[munsons-maiden]

I’m the anon that asked about Eddie’s virginity. I also used to HC(and still kinda do) that he’s a virgin until the tour of Eddie’s room that showed the pack of condoms on his nightstand. You don’t think they’re trying to tell us something about the state of his sexual experience? Everything In his room kind tells us something about him. Why would he have that? When I was a virgin I never had condoms just casually lying around 😭

I know, I've seen the condoms and they're covered in dust. Like, Hill House has less dust on its surfaces than those condoms 😂

I don't think a pack of condoms says anything about his sexual experience, and I don't think that every part of the set design has a meaning especially not the parts we don’t even see on screen. There are little easter eggs like the flyer with Jason and Tammy Thompson’s names on it, and I think the guitar with “this machine slays dragons“ and of course the Corroded Coffin poster and D&D drawings play a role but I don’t think the writers talked to the set designers about every single detail. They were given the script and a few notes about what should be there, and that’s it.

While we’re at overturning the obvious: he has handcuffs in his room, and everyone was going crazy about them until one of the set designers said Eddie’s altering his clothes himself to make them look more metal, like the handcuff on his belt and the chain on the left sleeve of his leather jacket, implying the handcuffs are used simply for decorative and clothing purposes. If you want them to have a sexual meaning, that’s valid; and it’s just as valid to see them as decoration/tools for altering his clothes.

Or the bullet on his nightstand. Could be because Wayne once took him to shoot, could be because he found it and thought it looked cool, could be because he went to the War Zone to look for metal accessoires like that bullet belt he had in the final episode and the bullet is a leftover from another clothes-altering-session.

Second, there are a lot of explanations why a guy who’s a virgin could have condoms. Some guys jerk off with a condom on. Or maybe he was curious and tested his size or stuff, or maybe he wanted to be prepared in case something would happen. Maybe he got them from a sex ed class, maybe Wayne gave them to him during a very awkward Talk. There are a lot of possibilities as to why he’d have a - dust-covered, and it looks unopened as well - pack of condoms in his room. All of these would definitely be in character and if there’s anyone who’d definitely have a pack of condoms randomly lying around despite being a virgin, it’s Eddie😂

So, he can still canonically be a virgin and I definitely hc him as one because that’s the vibe I get from him. That’s the fun of headcanons 😁

#kiki answers #eddie munson

[mushroomminded]

the information these anons are referencing comes from a dev interview from 2018, aka its basically word of god, not from an in-universe source. "When Salmonids are willing to fight to the death, they feel a sense of unity with themselves and the world, and their spirits are lifted. Being eaten by other creatures makes them one with the world, and fighting for their clan's pride is something that’s equally precious in their sense of values." that's a direct quote from the director of both splatoon and splatoon 2, yusuke amano. if you'd like a direct source for the interview, you can find a translation of it in the linked sources on the page for salmonids on the splatoon wiki. should be the 6th one down.

Discussion questions:

1. calling information "word of god" does not make it accessable to characters within the universe. There is still the question of "do they know this?" "how much of this do they know?" "who is telling them this and does this person have ulterior motives in presenting this information?"

2. The game makes you the bad guy on purpose. Especially proceeding Octo Expansion, you are literally playing as the oppressor race that came out on top of a race war.

Octolings are treated as evil and gross by hero characters in the game in different story mode adventures. They're the bad guys. Even now, integrated among the inklings, octolings are still "othered" in tiny ways. Inkfish sybolism is squid shaped by default, rather than octolings. Phones, chargers, badges, stickers, logos, inklings are "default" and octolings are the "other".

Racism and classicism are huge themes in the game and the game isnt afraid to surround you with characters who uphold these divides and make you say for yourself "this is weird. this is wrong."

The ongoing racism against Octolings isn't brought up directly, but you see it, right?

So. Salmonids. They're the bad guys, right? They attack the city sometimes, even though we, gracious inkfish, help them fulfil their death rituals, and for that they must be kept at bay.

Its good for us too! We make money, we save the city, we get food. No idea what our boss is doing with the eggs we collect but its no matter! Its part of nature! The Salmonids like it! Why, it's even in the art book!

.

I get it. It's a kids game. You play salmon run for the first time and youre like "whoa! this is shady! this is weird! is this allowed?" but like it's a kids game. They wouldn't let you play "innocent blood on your hands" for money and funny hats, right?

but they do. its a running theme.

of course they have an in-universe explanation for why its okay. They're deceiving you on purpose. They're trying to make you think. They've spelled out so obviously that this is wrong but they havent said it outright and it seems like to so many people that just means it isnt wrong at all.

Turns out eating people is bad. I, like this funny squid game for kids, have tried to say my point every way except to tell you directly, and like the game, you're comforted by someone, anyone, telling you its fine.

Eating people is bad! The treatment of Octolings in the games are bad! The classist and consumerist society the inkfish have built is bad! And thats fine! It's a fun world to explore, horrible roots and all.

But yeah. Back to the same thing I've been repeating 5 asks in a row.

3. Say all that you said is true and universally understood in universe, does that make eating salmonids okay?

Answer: No. It doesn't.

#8 colas

[aliorsboxostuff]

hey there! love your work. was wondering if you could do an overstimulated neurodivergent/autistic reader hurt+comfort with tangerine boyfriend? if youre uncomfortable writing that its okay just an idea!!! have a nice day :)

A/N: ABSOLUTELY ANON yk im somewhat of a neurodivergent myself aha. And while I'd like to say i'm experienced with writing these sort of fics, each and every one of us experiences overstimulation differently, so in this fic, i want to take the idea of Social Overstim (Where you're used to follow a specific pattern or schedule in a day but it suddenly doesn't go the way it should've) Enjoy y'all!

Pulse

TANGERINE X M!READER

tags: Tangerine x m!Reader, autistic!Reader, soft!Tangerine, domesticity, panic attacks, overstim (and not the good kind :[ ), hurt-comfort, cuddling

What happens when your usually efficient schedule turns on its axis, so now it's up to Tangerine to take care of you.

—

you prided myself on being an efficient and vigilant intel agent. You weren't necessarily the tidiest; with your reports usually being bull points of highlighted information squished together with habits your nitpick from the target, but you send them on time and with enough information, so, the title goes. Efficient and vigilant. 

The agency has benefited from your intel multiple times, making you the head of the agency's intel program. You remembered the ceremony when they promoted you; Tangerine and Lemon stood behind the crowd of executives, proud smiles on both of their faces. You could never forget the way Tangerine pulled you aside and gave you a bone crunching hug, not to mention the soul sucking blowjob later that night. 

Your brain's functions simply; follow schedules, add chores that needs to be done for the day, don't forget to kiss Tangerine goodbye for the morning, and do hobbies after work. Each and every day, you follow that specific pattern of events in order to maximize your productivity. Maybe that's why you were efficient, you have a schedule and that schedule must be followed.

Today isn't any different.

You awake minutes before Tangerines, soaking up the warmth of your boyfriends bare chest while you study the little details on his serene structure. The slight flutter of his lashes, sharp bones shape the devastatingly beautiful face of his, parted lips that tempt you to kiss them, even down to his mustache, slightly askew from moving around at night. You smile, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's temple before sliding out of the bed and padding into the bathroom.

You took your time getting ready after a shower, spraying your favorite cologne before combing back your hair, the suit you laid out last night already worn as today's armor. 

When you exit the bathroom, Tangerine is still sleeping soundly, though his position has changed. He's no longer on his side, opting to curl in on himself and cuddle your pillow, grumbling slightly. When it was the start of your relationship, you were worried Tan was having nightmares with the way he clings to your leftover scent, but now you know he's just missing you in bed so he acts as a sponge to the smell on your pillow. You chuckle as you walk past him, opening the bedroom door softly to walk into the apartment.

You set yourself on making him breakfast, as usual. The coffee maker is already running so you scour the fridge for breakfast items. You noticed the eggs have run out, and so has the pancake mix. You'll have to add that to the grocery list. For now, breakfast will have to be toast with butter. 

When you've pressed down on the toaster and started to work on your beverage of choice, you hear a slew of swears, before the steady thrum of the shower follows, notifying you of your boyfriend's awakening. 

Sure enough, not long after you've settled on the kitchen island with two plates of toast and sipping on your mug, Tangerine walks out ready for the day. Immaculate suit accentuates your boyfriend's lean body as he saunters to the island, crisp gray suit and pants, sleek tie in place, equipped with his shoulder holsters that pushes at his dress shirt making you look away in order to avoid a tight pants. taking his seat next to you, he kisses you with a mumble of "Good morning" before he starts eating.

When you've finished your plate and placed them in the sink, precisely on time; Lemon comes barging into yours and Tangerines apartment with a cheer. "Morning brotha's!" 

He slips next to Tangerine, steals a toast, before he starts debriefing the man with any and all upcoming missions, against his will of course. He doesn't mind, it's the way the twins start their morning, so it has become a part of yours and Tan's routine.

While Lemon gives Tangerine a choice of either going to Prouge or Jakarta for their next mission,—"Because we're ain't goin' to Germany again mate,"—You got your case ready, umbrella in hand.

"Don't forget your dagger belt and extra ammo dear, I've shined your favorite butterfly knife and left it on the dresser so bring that too alright?" Stepping around the boys as you made sure you've strapped on your watch and rings, before passing behind Tangerine and pressing a short kiss on his lips, earning a smile from the brunette, and patting Lemon on the back before you make your way to the hallway leading to the door. 

Last check for any stray hair strands before you deemed it sufficient, and slip on your work shoes. 

"Have a great day love! See you tonight!" Tangerine calls. You couldn't help the familiar smile.

"You too dear, love you!"

"Love ya' too!" And the door closes behind you.

The start of the day is like any other, setting up for another perfect day.

—

Is what you would say, if it did turn out per scheduled. 

When you arrived at work, at your usual time which is 8 AM sharp, you fellow intel agents seemed on edge as you made your way to your desk. Not a minute passes before an alarm rings, indicating a mission gone rogue and a number of Intel agents are needed on their desk. An emergency you anticipated of course, if it weren't for the multiple rogue missions, needing every agent on deck.

So you spent the better half of the morning making sure Lioness—a rookie agent that transferred from the Philippines—did not get shot in an alleyway in Europe and finally secured at her extractions site. The whole time you needed you constantly spin a pen in your hand in order to maintain focus. 

Another half of the day was spent compiling all of the lost files from the rogue missions and making sure your coworkers were compiling theirs, asking them to send it to you once they have. Hence, another 3 hours in front of your monitor while you organize each and every incident report, damages and expenses needed to be covered by the agency. 

When you finally have time for yourself, the clock strikes 3 PM which is already past lunch, but despite it all you still walked to the cafe to get your usual meal. You'd usually order yourself a cup of coffee and a pastry of your choice, the thought of a sweet baked goods to fix the day excited you. 

When you arrived at the cafe, sadly what's only available was your coffee since their baker has fallen sick today, so the cafe is unable to provide any pastries. You smile, says it's alright, and took your coffee back to your desk. 

5 PM rolls around, your coworkers begins filling out of their work areas. You packed your case, made sure to throw out any trash that was on your desk, and follow the others as they make their way to the elevator and up. Once on the surface, you said your goodbyes and head home.

On the train ride home, it was oddly crowded that what you're used to. People lining up and pushing you until somehow you ended up in the middle of it all, holding on for dear life. Maybe you've miscalculated the time you went home because it's never this crowded, never this humid. A miscalculation, of course.

"Honey, I'm home," You called, hearing Tangerine shuffle inside the house.

"Kitchen!" He relies, clearly engrossed in whatever dinner item he's making. You slip off your work shoes and loosen your tie, oddly enough you feel it as if it's choking you. While you walk through the hallway shedding your jacket, Tangerine, with his pink 'kiss the cook' apron, peaks his head from behind the opened fridge doors. "Are we outta eggs?" 

Fuck, the eggs! And the pancakes, and the… I was supposed to go grocery shopping today. Shit! Why did i… no, fuck, i forgot i-

"Hey, hey, darling?" You blink, blurry vision unable to identify the person in front of you, though the velvety voice gives you an idea. "Love, angel, are you alright?" His voice wavers, worried. Why was Tangerine worried?

Strong hands hold your arms, not pushing or pulling, just there. Slowly, blinking the droplets away until they run down your cheek, you make out the striking blue and adorable curls in front of you. His brows are furrowed, bowing until he reaches your level. Slowly. painstakingly slow, he leads you to the couch until you've sat, then he cradles your head into the crook of his neck, the sudden scent of Tangerine—Your Tangerine—makes you slightly dizzy. 

"Slowly, my dear, focus on my pulse," He whispers, running gentle hands through your hair, pulling you closer. You breathe in, the smell of sandalwood and cigarettes and Tangerine fills your lungs. Breathing out, you feel the steady pulse of your boyfriends under your ear. "There we are," He continues to comb your hair, occasionally rubbing at your nape, down to your back.

"I…" You began, before tears spilled over and you had to hiccup and force yourself to inhale in order to not choke on yourself. Tangerine holds you through it. "I'm sorry it's…" 

"Don't apologize love, it's alright," You inhale, shakily you find the energy to crawl into Tangerine's lap, your boyfriend hauling the rest of your weight into his lap until you sit comfortably. 

"Tired…" You finally managed through ragged breath. "Everything was… wrong. Too much,"

"Okay. Alright angel," He cuddles you closer until you hear the beat of his heart, your head against his chest, large hands securing your back and rubbing gently. The wall broke. Thick droplets run down your cheeks, your breath coming in short as you bury your face into your boyfriend's shirt. Knuckles white as you cling to the fabric, quivers wreck your whole frame. You try to inhale, only to sob and double over, curling in on yourself while trying to burrow deeper into Tangerine's warmth, become one and leave the living because everything is too much. 

Tangerine holds you through it, a steady rhythm of heartbeats and rubbing soothingly up and down your back. Occasionally, he runs his hands through your locks, untangling the stress of today. He waits, oh so patiently. until your breathing slowly comes back around, your body's shaking subsides and the tears are dried into sniffles. 

"Alright?" His voice lulls you, you meekly nod in response. Tangerine nods back, before he stands up with you in his arms, making you jump and wrap around his neck.

"Tan!" You chuckle into his curls, the man simply hums as he walks through the house, carrying you bridal style. "What are you doing!" 

"Takin' care of ya. Obviously, dinner can wait, but you my dear," He stops, blue eyes meet yours. "Can not wait." 

He unceremoniously dumped you on the bed, making you giggle. He drapes the comforter on you and fluffs the pillow. "M'gonna grab some water and a snack, be right back alright luv," 

Oh, does his accent get thicker when he's sappy like this? You thought, which made you grin into the pillow you're currently hugging.

True to his words, Tangerine comes back with 2 bottles of water and your favorite chips, the ones you saved for movie nights when you and your boyfriend get the chance. He places them on the nightstand before stripping his shirt, your eyes rakes the expanse of Tangerine's defined abdomen.

"Let's get you outta these yea?" He gestures to what's left of your suit. 

"Oh! right, yeah," You shimmy out of your vest and dress shirt, then your pants, leaving you bare with your undershirt and boxers. 

"You want a sweater or a hoodie tonight?" Tangerine rummages through the dresser, his brows furrowed in search of your chosen article.

"Sweater, i think," He nods, grabbing one of your softer ones and helping you settle in them. Once you are nestled in the cocoon of pillows and blankets, Tangerine joins the pile and wraps his arms from behind you, pulling your body until you're settled between his legs. You sigh, arching your head until it rests on your boyfriend's strong shoulders.

"I know how important your schedule is," He runs his fingers through your hair. "And how overwhelmed you can get,"

"Tomorrow, we'll take a break from our pattern, spend a day at home, yea?" 

"What about your mission?"

"I'd drop the whole world to spend time with you, the mission can kiss my arse," 

You spend the rest of the night talking about your day to Tangerine, your boyfriend listening intently and answering if needed. He also explained the briefing with Lemon and what his next missions entails, when he's going to leave and with who. But honestly, you could care less about when your boyfriend is leaving if he's currently spending his precious time pampering you.

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[liaromancewriter]

Every Day

Premise: Cassie shows Ethan she’s ready to move past the miscarriage and look to the future.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 710

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge March prompt “Smile”. Using @choicesflashfics week 24, prompt 1 & 3 (in bold). I'm also using story starter prompts (no.9) from @creativepromptsforwriting for an anon request. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills Latest art commission from the amazing Art by Ainna on Instagram!

She had made a promise to him that she would probably break today. Cassie Valentine knew her husband was worried about her despite her assertions that she was fine. But there was a reason why Ethan Ramsey had been one of the country’s top diagnosticians. Nothing got past him.

Ever since that fateful day last month, she had thrown herself into her work. Between her responsibilities as head of Edenbrook’s Diagnostics team and polishing up the manuscript for her book, she made sure every hour of every day was accounted for.

Anything to not have time to think about what she’d lost. The baby they had lost.

But she was so tired of being sad. It wasn’t her natural habitat.

The Cassie she knew enjoyed watching panda videos on Pictagram, dancing to a fun song with the love of her life even when he grumbled, and laughing. She missed the warmth of a good laugh.

So, today she was determined to get back to who she was. Being stubborn will get you nowhere, she told herself. It was time to look forward.

As Cassie poked inside the fridge, she pushed back the long sleeves of a blue shirt she’d borrowed from Ethan’s closet. It was her favorite color on him, harking back to their first meeting. Today, she wanted to be reminded of that. And everything they were to each other.

The first phase was cooking a lazy Sunday morning breakfast they could linger over. During the week, their respective duties at the hospital kept them busy. But from the beginning of their relationship, Sunday had been theirs to do whatever they wanted together.

The morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, its rays brightening the kitchen. Music drifted from the Bluetooth speakers, the playlist set to shuffle. Cassie’s hips shimmied to the music as she plated bacon and eggs and carried the platter to the kitchen island.

She was pouring orange juice when Ethan’s hands slipped around her waist from behind. She leaned back against him, savoring the heat of his body surrounding her. Angling her head to give him access, she shivered as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“Good morning,” his deep voice rumbled, turning her to face him.

Cassie smiled up at Ethan, a familiar mischievous twinkle in her green eyes as she scanned his body from head to toe. His chest was bare; his dark blue sleep pants hung off his hips in a way that was entirely too appealing for words.

Her arms circled his shoulders, and she stretched on her toes to kiss his mouth, a soft brush of lips. He deepened the embrace, and his hands clutched her sides.

Cassie broke away first, whispering against his lips. “Thank you.”

When he quirked one eyebrow in confusion, she explained. “I know I haven’t been myself these last few weeks. I appreciate your patience despite the fact that it doesn’t come naturally to you. I love you even more for it.”

“You’re a mess. But you’re my mess,” Ethan quipped in such a deadpan manner that Cassie doubled over in laughter.

“I’ve missed that laugh,” he said wistfully.

Cassie stilled at the sentiment as much as the words. She reached for his hand and laced their fingers together.

“I’ve missed us,” she confessed. “I promise you that I’m going to work at being fine. We have each other, and that’s what matters.”

Ethan squeezed her hand in comfort, in acknowledgment, in love.

“Dance with me,” she said when the music on the speakers changed to something soft and romantic.

She held out her hand, and he took it, gracefully pulling her into his arms. Cassie looped one arm around his neck, and Ethan rested his hand on her lower back. He clasped her free hand and placed it on his shoulder, covering it with his.

And then they were dancing, their bodies rhythm perfectly matching the song. When he dipped her dramatically, his strong hand sweeping along her back, her joyous laughter bounced off the walls.

As they continued to dance around the kitchen, blue eyes locked with green, Cassie’s heart lifted at the thought of spending all her days with Ethan. Love like this was surely worth everything.

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[charlie-artlie]

opinions on cassidy five nights at freddies and the golden duo theory

anon do you realize you’ve asked me about my favorite topic?

TLDR, i dont like either of these theories! but i love talking about them, and if you WOULD like to read about it, i will ramble at length under the cut

so I’ve already spoken at length about my issues with the cassidy theory but here’s a quick rundown:

if shes real, she is one of the most important characters in the entire series and we know literally nothing about her. her name was gotten from a cypher in a word search, and her popular fanon design was just a random kid on the same page (or a different page that was also cassidy relevant? idk) (also also, i have seen a great theory that midnight motorist is actually about cassidy, and honestly id love it if that were true and this was hidden cassidy lore all along, but the character is only referred to with he/him pronouns, which leads to my next issue)

every character that refers to her uses male pronouns. the only argument i could see for this is retcon, because im not going to argue with people that republican scott cawthon made a character named cassidy with he/him pronouns. this would have to mean that sometime between the security log book and UCN scott changed cassidy into a completely new character, which to me, is a much bigger leap than the retcon from “SAVE HIM” to charlie, but, thats just me :/

her name was removed from princess quest, which signifies to me that she is not supposed to represent the princess in that game. steel wool has hidden lots of easter eggs and lore hints in the code, but to my knowledge the only one they’ve removed is the princesses name as cassidy (renaming her just ‘princess’ i believe). imo, it makes more sense if the princess represents vanessa, seeing as they follow the same path, both collect the vanny mask, both get trapped by glitchtrap, beating the game frees vanessa, etc etc etc

my honest opinion? everything she represents in the story would be better served to a pre-established character. i KNOW im biased as a charlie stan, but literally why isn’t TOYSNHK charlie? shes already established as having more control and awareness than the other spirits and likely was the only one who personally KNEW afton when she was alive, giving her even more motive to hate him. or even CC would make more sense! arguably the very first child to die to an animatronic, narratively, it’d make way more sense for it to be him. hes been stewing in agony and remnant for decades, seeing everything his father does, the one character who ACTUALLY has a connection to the golden freddy suit, and! now that we have a slightly more concrete answer to the fnaf 4 cameras from sister location, could actually be counted as one of his fathers victims!

okay, now with that out of the way, onto why i specifically dont like the golden duo theory, because, here’s the thing, even if I could accept cassidy as a Thing in the franchise (which i can! she’s been acknowledged by scott so I have to accept that shes at least real in some capacity [cassacity]) i STILL have issues with the golden duo theory for different reasons

the first and biggest reason is simply that CC is a hugely lore relevant character, who has an actual backstory, a tie to the main villain and the main protagonist (if you consider michael the protagonist, which i personally do), and makes narrative sense to possess golden freddy (the animatronic that killed him, not to mention his father possesses its counterpart, i mean come ON that is just a delicious parallel!!) cassidy, meanwhile, is a name you can find in a word search. and thats pretty much it. (not counting the yandere simulator chica mini game as actual cassidy lore. im literally just saying no. you cant make me.) im sorry, but it just cheapens CCs role in the story. there is literally no point in making him share golden freddy

its just not present in the games at all. there was every opportunity in UCN to hint/tease/confirm this but none of those things were done. the ONLY thing i’ll grant is that “The One You Should Not Have Killed” and “The Vengeful Spirit” COULD MAYBE be different characters, but why would they be? that sounds like two similar descriptions of the same character to me, personally.

the only evidence for it in the books is that, if you ALREADY believe that cassidy and CC are both possessing golden freddy, you can then reverse engineer that theory into “cassidy is TOYSNHK” by saying its a parallel to the stitchwraith plot line. feels more likely to me that TOYSNHK was originally just going to be andrew from the books? i just dont see how any of this actually ties to cassidy

the security log book. i hate the stupid security log book. everything in it is so arbitrary but its also the lynchpin for major fanon accepted theories. sorry but the “two spirits are talking to each other and also michael i guess” just doesnt hold water for me. why is the dialog on random pages out of order, and why does some of it not even line up with each other. the logbook honestly made more sense to me when the theory was bite victim=michael, the way it is now just seems like people deciding it means whatever they want it to mean

okay now this one is a little more nitpicky but im including it anyway (this is again more of problem with cassidy in general but stay with me) including cassidy in the missing children incident would mean we have five missing kids (cassidy, fritz, jeremy, gabriel, and susie), and then separate from that incident i guess, is charlie, and then also separate from that incident is CCs death, so seven dead kids in total (ignoring elizabeth since shes at SL, and also the “second missing children incident”, which is another theory i dislike but thats a rant for another anon messenger). with that math, that means someone HAS to be excluded from the fnaf 6 gravestone ending and i hate that. if cassidy is one of the missing children then shes the obscured gravestone, and then only charlie or CC could be the one in the distance, and excluding either of them feels wrong. CC is (arguably) the first kid to die in a freddys and (arguably….) what started everything happening, and charlie is the one to help the others possess the original suits. they are both more established characters than cassidy, who, again, we know nothing about.

all of that is to say this: if cassidy is a thing, why does she have to be in golden freddy? can i tell you what id prefer? what i think would be so much more narratively satisfying? what i lay awake at night staring without blinking up at the ceiling gritting my teeth wishing was real? i wish…cassidy was possessing freddy. freddy, og brown freddy, is the face of the franchise, and has literally zero lore significance. the only reason we know who possess him is from inference from the fnaf 6 gravestone pic lining up with the fnaf 3 ending head placement (does this sentence make any sense? can anyone hear me?) if cassidy is freddy, then charlie is the fifth missing child (i see no reason why she couldn’t be, theres nothing to indicate that the kids all died on the exact same day) and CC is golden freddy and the narrative is satisfying. cassidy can still be important, can even still be TOYSNHK for all i care, and CC can continue to writhe around in golden freddy in the 5020 ending.

deep weary sigh. i think…. thats actually all i have to say on the subject. if you’ve read this far thanks and also sorry. i just wanna cap this off by saying im not mad at anyone who likes cassidy theory or likes cassidy as a character, i have absolutely no problem with any of that! my problem is entirely with scott, who has just dropped this deus ex machina william-afton-seeking-missile on the table in front of us and refused to elaborate.

#charlie chatterbox #anon how could you do this to me #i had things to do tonight………. #im joking but im actually thrilled #not an exaggeration this is my favorite topic #fnaf theories in general are my favorite and this one really does keep my up at night #cuz like….as much as i hate it and dont think it makes sense #there isn’t really a better explanation?? except andrew theory but thats almost more unstatifying lmao #fnaf #fnaf neg #what’s the tag this has gotta be a tag

[cinnabar-surfin]

//Mod and character are autistic and adults, wording may seem stiff or unnatural if there's any confusion on anything I say please message me and I'll clarify! I follow off shinyzubats//

//yet another rotomblr blog from @shinyzubats //

(Character info under cut)

Hello....I'm Kiki (he/it), 30 years old, did you know there's pokemon the normal person doesn't even know exist? I am a self proclaimed 'missing number' and 'glitch' pokemon expert, having officialy and properly studied these creatures since my late teens, though ive been encountering them since i was younger. I will not be revealing where I currently live, what I have done to obtain these pokemon, nor the names of anyone i know in real life. Though I am originally from Cinnabar Island, where I first encountered a 'missing number'

I assume I should tell you about my team now.

Javascript the Charmander, lvl 85 - yes she is a Charmander, no I will not be revealing why she looks like a bulbasaur, yes she is still a fire type, no she cannot evolve.

HTML the Nidoking, lvl 100 - yes he is really level 100. He is also incredibly shy, please do not send mail with the intent to scare him. It's a shame I even have to ask that

C the Gengar, lvl 285 - he is lvl 285, why is that so hard to believe? I don't really see him often as he likes to watch from the shadows.

Mewthree the Mew, lvl 1 - I am not entirely sure this is a mew, despite what the pokedex tells me. Sounds like a zapdos and only knows transform. Rather sweet which is surprising.

Perl the ???, lvl unknown - a 'missing number' taking the form of a ghost, I don't know it's specific classification nor its level, it is not registered to me yet follows me around very closely.

BAD EGG the egg, no lvl - this was once a breloom named Python, I am unsure what happened to cause Python to revert back to her egg state, nor why she is registered as 'bad egg' but I hope to rehatch her soon.

Pokemon NOT in my battle team ;

Lola the Zubat, lvl 5 - a jolly natured zubat with a lack of teeth, shes new around the house but seems to really like to sit on my head..

Milo the Zubat, lvl 5 - a calm natured zubat, like Lola he's new, he seems to really like napping and likes to ride around on HTML to nap..

//tags and such I use under here

pelipper mail, pelipper malice and pelipper un-mail are always open on this blog! Magic anons are also fine! Hatemail is encouraged!

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[chipsncookies]

(same anon abt akio/yukiko + baby zorua, hope tumblr doesn't chop the ask) i read more abt them + ask u answered abt them being parents and adding: 1) yukiko maybe hung on to her dad's comments about her using innocent pkmn in her schemes so even tho baby zorua would be 'useful' to their act, she maybe did genuinely want to take it in?

or 2) she came across zorua and neutrally/curiously brought it with her and akio is confused bc 'why?' 'why not. it will perish in the cold' '????' and it's 'ok we will just keep it till the parents come back' to 'oops i guess we're the parents now' situation

3) alt idea: yuki is confused why akio is against it at first but he just hasn't talked abt his past with humans with her yet, can't help but be reminded of himself and that makes him sad/mad (opportunity for them to grow closer), yuki is observant enough to see that despite this, he has a real gentleness for baby zorua (also, probably in the end they don't want their kid helping out in their luring but the kid is excited oops)

sorry if it's a lot, it's all ideas ofc they're your ocs so i want to hear *your* thoughts, i'm just happy to see content of them regardless 🥺

Wahh anon u really put a lot of thought into this!!?

1) yukiko hated her dad for being controlling, but his words doesn't really bother her, using innocent pokemon is not an issue because other pokemon typically leave her alone and she doesn't want them to mess up her plans, akio is the only one crazy enough to suggest cooperating with her luring humans lol (and actually able to pull it off)

2) this is such a cute idea!! i think this could happen, she'd try to search for its parents first, failing that she'd take care of it until its parents come (but they never come oof)

3) ohoho 👀 this is such a good scenario and you got both their personalities right 👀👀 gosh this is such a great opportunity for them to get to know each other more... 💖

Also, even though akio doesn't want to put baby zorua in possible danger and yukiko doesn't want to use innocent pokemon, it would be kinda sweet if the zorua really likes them and tries hard to help them 🥹 make mom and dad proud (which would touch their hearts but also make them feel conflicted lol)

Other scenarios, my friend suggested they found an abandoned egg and before they could do anything it hatched and the zorua imprinted on them oops (ngl i kinda like this because it's the funniest 🤣)

#this makes me realise i never elaborated on akios parents before he was adopted by his friend oops I didn't think that far #doesn't matter he can't remember them anyway #it's so funny bc in the beginning i wanted them to be scary a d menacing #but now they're jusy #silly lmao #asks #chipsays #akio #yukiko #these are all so interesting thank you for sharing with me!! #these certainly activates my neurons 👀

[lemonhemlock]

Any thoughts on what would happen if stannis was there during dance of dragons? Green or black? (I know he didn't have a great opinion on rhaenyra but if he lived during that time?)Do u think he would like any of them ? He cares about honor and stuff so i feel like if he can tolerate targs he would be a green. Also him and otto feels like they could be buds against daemon atleast to me.

Shireen was smart enough to realise that both of them egg and rhae were terrible. Do u think stannis would want to betroth his child to one of their teams?

Just weirdly thought of him since I agree with u that got starks and green/black targs won't really mesh well.

One more thing do you think any of got starks would like rhaenyra? Arya, jon, ned etc

The thing is, anon, Stannis already makes his opinion on Rhaenyra abundantly clear in the text; there is no reason for us to make guessing games.

"Rise, Ser Davos," Stannis commanded. "I have missed you, ser. I have need of good counsel, and you never gave me less. So tell me true—what is the penalty for treason?"

The word hung in the air. A frightful word, thought Davos. Was he being asked to condemn his cellmate? Or himself, perchance? Kings know the penalty for treason better than any man. "Treason?" he finally managed, weakly.

"What else would you call it, to deny your king and seek to steal his rightful throne. I ask you again—what is the penalty for treason under the law?"

Davos had no choice but to answer. "Death," he said. "The penalty is death, Your Grace."

"It has always been so. I am not . . . I am not a cruel man, Ser Davos. You know me. Have known me long. This is not my decree. It has always been so, since Aegon's day and before. Daemon Blackfyre, the brothers Toyne, the Vulture King, Grand Maester Hareth . . . traitors have always paid with their lives . . . even Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was daughter to one king and mother to two more, yet she died a traitor's death for trying to usurp her brother's crown. It is law. Law, Davos. Not cruelty."

"Yes, Your Grace." He does not speak of me. Davos felt a moment's pity for his cellmate down in the dark. He knew he should keep silent, but he was tired and sick of heart, and he heard himself say, "Sire, Lord Florent meant no treason." (A Storm of Swords, Davos IV)

Stannis is a legalist if there ever was one. He follows the letter of the law; that is why he spares Davos' life, but cuts off his fingers for being a smuggler. Rhaenyra is legally in the wrong here, so Stannis would never support her, since Aegon has the better claim in accordance with the laws of the time, King Viserys' whims notwithstanding. Stannis obviously doesn't interpret oaths taken before Aegon's birth as having legal value.

Furthermore, the second reason why Stannis would never support Rhaenyra is because she is trying to place her bastard children in the line of succession. Stannis' entire war for the Iron Throne is predicated on Cersei's children being bastards and, thus, very much not Robert's heirs. To think that Stannis would accept Jacaerys as King is preposterous.

Shireen was smart enough to realise that both of them egg and rhae were terrible.

Shireen, as sweet as she is, interprets the civil war through the lens of human suffering. However, the unfortunate practicalities warrant that one can't not choose a side, since someone has to occupy the hollow of the crown, as the very foundations of society demand it. Leadership vacuum leads to political instability leads to lawlessness and violent conflict. The breakdown of the state is never a peaceful time, as so many failed/fragile states in our own history have demonstrated. "Not choosing" would not spare Westeros from the suffering of its most disadvantaged.

This is a much more complicated discussion and people can choose to disagree with me on this but I personally and philosophically do not believe that societies can prosper outside of the social contract and for that you need a structure in place to enforce it. Call me a white bitch brainwashed by the European conceptualization of the state, if you want, but I'm not going to be suggesting that the answer to Westeros' problems is to transform overnight into an anarchical utopian society.

Therefore, IMO, an alternative universe in which neither Rhaenyra, nor Aegon make a play for the throne is a foolish scenario. When in history did that ever happen? When has that ever been believable in the slightest? So how do we make the transition of power if we do not follow the law? The answer is seizing the throne by conquest. If Rhaenyra wants it so much, she'd better come and get it with fire & blood.

All of this, of course, begs the question of how do we achieve a better, more egalitarian society, when the law clearly isn't the fairest it can be? Well, how did it happen in real life in the first place? The answer that nobody wants to hear is through incremental progress, slowly, with difficulty and constant struggle.

Do u think stannis would want to betroth his child to one of their teams?

IMO if Stannis would have been Lord of Storm's End during the Dance, he'd probably accept Aemond's betrothal to Shireen.

One more thing do you think any of got starks would like rhaenyra? Arya, jon, ned etc

Rhaenyra's rule is predicated on a dozen norm-transgressions, so no. :))

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