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sabertoothwalrus · 26 days

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I’ve seen you post some labru stuff and I’m curious what your thoughts on it are. personally I don’t see it? I can buy Kabru having feelings for Laios, but I think Laios wouldn’t be interested in Kabru, so it makes me wonder why so many people ship them. (Tbh I feel like Kabru has more chemistry with Mithrun anyway)

Sorry if this ask sounds rude, I just genuinely don’t understand the appeal of the ship, but I want to understand and I trust your analysis of characters very much :] maybe there’s something I’m missing

I really like both ships, actually!

For labru, there’s sooooo much I could talk about. The inherent homoeroticism of being narrative foils. The inherent homoeroticism of being the king’s advisor. All of chapter 76. The fact that Kabru has mask upon mask upon mask, and Laios is the first person that made his facade absolutely crumble.

Kabru struggles with being genuine!!! Everything he says and does is so perfectly calculated, even when he sort of means it. But since Laios doesn’t get social cues, Kabru gets thrown for a loop.

I get so frustrated when people act like Kabru still hates Laios by the end of the manga!!!!! He killed those corpse retrievers for being corrupt, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to kill Laios. He has such a strong sense of justice, and knew that killing Laios would be a mistake. Because, after meeting him, he could tell he wasn’t actually evil. He’s strange, sure, but not evil.

Kabru DEFINITELY wants to be friends with Laios!! He was not lying about this!!!

But this last comic shows how much Laios wants to be friends with Kabru, too. He’s so nervous after calling Kabru his friend 😭 he doesn’t want to be presumptuous and fuck it up again.

Laios does show an interest in Kabru, at least when Laios thinks he’s interested in eating monsters too. Like,, what was up with THIS

Laios’s gaze is LINGERING. Plus, (this is before that bit at Thistle’s house when he forgets his name) he brings up Kabru when they first form their plan to eat Falin.

And maybe this is just because of my own personal experiences, but Laios reminds me a lot of my own girlfriend. I think they have a similar flavor of gay/aspec & autism combo where, had I not asked her out first, she probably never would have considered being interested in me. But she was very down when I did.

The tricky part about labru is more the political aspect. Regardless of whether you see Laios as aroace or not, he’s in a situation where he will probably get married. He had a fiancée before he was age 13, likely betrothed since he was a baby. He’s already comfortable with the idea of getting married because He’s Supposed To.

However, Laios is king, and could make gay marriage legal if he wanted to (He would probably do this for his sister and Marcille before considering it for himself ). But at the same time, I think Kabru would object to Laios making whatever policies he wants without considering the repercussions of how other kingdoms might react, especially when they’re just getting Melini off the ground and need lots of support from other countries. Laios and Kabru getting gay married anyway and dealing with the aftermath could make for a really compelling story.

I do think Kabru would be a good ruler. He’s already fit for it. He speaks a dozen languages, he knows people and their motivations, and likes politics. The manga already joked about Chilchuck’s daughters trying to marry a king, so it seems like noble blood isn’t too important, but Kabru’s foster family IS nobility. When it comes to heirs, I do like trans Kabru headcanons, but at the same time, I think it’d be cute if they adopt anyway. Kabru seems like he’d have strong feelings about adoption given,,, yknow.

The alternative version of labru to this is Laios gets straight married out of obligation, and Kabru is his mistress hdhdhshsj. I don’t know if I could see Laios doing that? or if Kabru would risk the scandal of being outed as Royal Advisor and Regent trying to seduce the king. It could go SO downhill. but maybe that would be fun.

NOW FOR KABUMISU.

I knew people shipped them, and I could see the basis for it while reading, but I wasn’t really sold on it until the very end. There’s something about “I had no desires left. I decided to create new desires, and one of them is you” that’s really charming.

There’s also something funny about “the demon ate my heterosexuality so I’m gay now”

I think it’s interesting that Kabru hates elves. He was raised by them, and he hates them. He hates feeling patronized by them. He made absolutely sure that elves wouldn’t take control over Melini, not just for his sake, but for Rin’s.

But Mithrun’s interactions with Kabru are founded on more mutual respect. Though, that’s not to say that Mithrun doesn’t still have his biases towards short lived races..

Where Laios doesn’t understand social cues, Mithrun does but just doesn’t care. For that reason, I think Kabru would enjoy spending time with Mithrun. It’d give him a break from his compulsion to calculate all of his social interactions. But at the same time, Kabru is the KING at bottling his emotions. Mithrun is blunt, but also doesn’t care enough to pry. If Kabru had anything bothering him, I could imagine him seeking Mithrun’s company to avoid thinking about it. Could make for a fun dynamic.

I do think it’s funny that Milsiril 1) took care of Mithrun for potentially 20 years and 2) is only four years older than him. I imagine this could lead to funny situations.

I don’t ship things for no reason! I think both of these could work platonically, romantically, one-sided, or even “requited but they don’t do anything about it.” Their relationships compel me and I think it’s sort of bad faith to brush off either like they’re nothing more than baseless yaoi pair-the-spares. To me, I see just as much of a foundation in the source material as farcille.

After all, dungeon meshi isn’t a story about romance, but it IS a story about love. It’s a story about life and death and grief and the love that comes with it. Regardless of shipping, these characters love each other!!! And I love talking about it!!

#long post #dungeon meshi #laios touden #kabru #mithrun #labru #kabumisu #dungeon meshi spoilers #photos

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Taking Care of a Drunk Valeria and Laswell

Somehow, Tumblr botched this upon me having posted it, so I'm posting it again. I'm genuinely sorry about this, I really don't know why it happened!

Valeria: Valeria isn’t exactly a lightweight, but she certainly can’t outdrink everyone either, meaning it’s not too hard to find her drunk when she’s out with you. While she can normally drink quite a bit, if it’s good and expensive wine she’s drinking, she’s a goner fairly quickly. Despite normally already having quite the temperament, she gets fairly aggressive when drunk, picking fights with just about anyone who looks at her the wrong way. Most people don’t expect someone so pretty and cute to get this mad when drunk, much less expecting them to be able to suplex them into the ground as well. It becomes evident quickly enough that she’s had enough, with someone, pretty much always you, needing to drag her away from the bar and the booze lest she actually just kills someone. It wouldn’t be her first time, but you were hoping last time won’t be repeated like that. And thus, you put your hand on her shoulder, telling her that it’s finally time to go home.

“Don’t fucking touch me, pendejo, I’m married!”

“I know, I am your wife!”

Upon hearing that, she’d be quiet for a moment, and that’s about the best chance you have to drag her away. It’s sweet that she’s that loyal to you, especially when she’s as drunk as she is, but she really needed to stop. Putting her in the car, you drove as you had had much less alcohol than she did, but Valeria, having “regained” her composure, wouldn’t shut up, questioning you about things only her wife would know. Naturally, you knew the answers to all of her questions. Why wouldn’t you know about her love for the stuffie you gave her all those years ago? Again, she’s stunned a bit, but won’t shut up either, starting to flirt with you instead. If you can speak Spanish, congratulations, you’ll hear the worst pickup lines in existence that aren’t standard. Most of them won’t even make sense since she comes up with them herself and she isn’t exactly the most creative person. If you don’t speak Spanish and tell her such, she’ll try to speak English with you, but fails horribly and either speaks Spanglish, or simply reverts back to her native tongue. Her accent, too, becomes very thick when she’s drunk.

Once you’re out of the car and back home she’ll be more inclined to touch you. Putting her arms over your shoulders, trapping you between her and the wall while stumbling over both her feet and her words, looking for the worst excuses to simply touch your hand. If you wear your ring, then you can be certain she’ll be looking for and at it. Still can’t believe she’s your wife.

If you wanna take care of her, now’s your chance. You can put her head in your lap without her protesting, but she will have to leave fairly often for the bathroom, so the joy isn’t very long lived. But she will always come back to you and demand you run your fingers through her hair. Actually thinks she’s 0.5% weaker than she actually is while drunk, giving her enough of an opportunity to want to be spoiled rotten by you. Give her the princess treatment and she’ll return it tenfold. And yes, she will remember, she’s never forgotten anything just because she was drunk at the time. Draw her a bath and help with washing her. If you gently rub in the shampoo she’ll go very quiet, simply wanting to enjoy your presence. While she does want to tease you still, it’s not nearly as mean and venomous as it usually is. Her words are slurred, so there’s a chance you can’t understand everything anyway. I know they say “in vino veritas”, but I think she also gets a bit more cuddly. Not particularly emotional still, just slightly more mad than she usually is, but definitely more cuddly. Yes, she hates PDA, yes, she wants to hold you close so you won’t run away from her anymore.

While she will lay down for a few hours, she won’t be able to sleep all that well after drinking a lot of alcohol, so if you’re down for an all nighter, she’ll appreciate it once she’s sobered up enough after those few hours. Doesn’t need to be taken care of in the sense that you need to hold her hair back while she throws up, she rarely ever does after an intense night, but if you make her some toast she’ll definitely show her appreciation. Get her some aspirin while you’re at it too. Valeria might not be the most traditionally affectionate person normally, but she’d fight tooth and nail for you if you ever got drunk like she did.

Laswell: Laswell isn’t a lightweight in the slightest, she can hold her liquor quite well due to larger alcohol consumption when she was a lot younger. While she still wouldn’t be able to outdrink someone like Nikolai, it takes quite a bit to get her drunk. She’s a classy woman as well, but she does like stronger things such as tequila or some cocktails. Not one for too much vodka, but not above drinking the good and expensive kind upon being offered. As mentioned, she can take quite a lot, but she only really drinks the strong stuff, so it doesn’t take too long for her to properly get drunk either if she’s had a few too many drinks. Most of the time you couldn’t even tell she was drunk in the first place since she acts just about the same. Aside from her breath, it’s hard for just about anyone to tell she’s drunk, so if she ever wears a mask, no one would know she even drank anything in the first place. Yes, her judgment is just a bit clouded, but she can still make some good decisions. However, she loosens up a bit more while drunk. It’s not too often she tells jokes while sober, but you’ll hear one pretty much every other hour when she’s not. Laughs at them a bit too, she thinks she’s a comedic genius. Her jokes are just what you’d expect from someone of her age. They don’t always make sense, but she likes them. A guy walks around the corner and the bus is gone. The bus drives around the corner and the guy is gone. Both round the corner and the corner is gone. It’s a real knee slapper to her and she’ll laugh every time. Don’t ask me what it means, though, I couldn’t tell you.

While usually not a very touchy person either, she’ll keep her hands on you just the tiniest bit more. A hand on your thigh, a hand on your shoulder, a hand on your arm. She’s not touch starved, but getting to feel you, getting the reassurance that you’re there, it’s a good feeling to her. Unlike Valeria, Laswell is usually the first one to suggest you leave when she’s had a few drinks, but when she’s with Price and Nikolai and having a very good time, she might forget about her drunken state and needs to be reminded of how she’s going to get home. And thus you tug at her arm.

“I am a happily married woman, stop trying to get my attention.”

“Kate, my love, I’m your wife, please let’s just go home.”

It’s the first time something like this has ever happened, but you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. She’s so cute when she’s drunk. It takes a bit more convincing to get to her, but eventually she’ll remember you and agree to go home with you, begrudgingly. Saying her goodbyes to Nikolai and Price, she’ll trot alongside you, her hand in yours. I know, she’s not a fan of PDA either, but there’s nothing wrong with holding hands while it’s pitch black outside. Most of your time driving back home is spent just chatting over this and that. How nice it was to see her old friends again, how she hoped you and them would get along as well, that sort of stuff. As well as thanking you for taking one for the team and driving home.

Once home, the first thing she always does is ask you for a glass of water. She’s thirsty, alcohol doesn’t hydrate as much as it dehydrates. But other than that she’s really just content playing UNO or Sorry! with you. Despite her being very drunk, she can keep her cool, she’s just very low maintenance in that regard. In fact, you could leave her as she is and she’ll be just fine. However, that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t want your company. When it’s very late and you’re both still up, Kate opens up a lot more about herself than she usually does, regardless of whether you’re having an impromptu therapy session among yourselves or you're wiping the dishes. Those are things she genuinely doesn’t tell anyone aside from the people closest to her, the things that, from time to time, do weigh on her. She knows she can’t particularly tell you everything she does at work, but nothing prevents her from telling you personal anecdotes she thought she’d take with her to her grave. You don’t need to always respond to her, simply listening is more than enough. Usually, she remembers your late night deep talks, but sometimes she does forget about a topic or two you talked about. But she’ll always remember you giving her the time of your day to listen to her. And for that she’s truly grateful.

#cod #cod x reader #fem!reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #no tag-rambling this time since I'm so incredibly tired #sorry!#and sorry for posting this again!#i hope you'll see it still! thank you for the lovely request though!

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idkiwasntsupposedtobebackhere · 2 months

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my unpopular gilmore girls opinions (like actually):

-i don’t mind lane’s husband zach. like i think he was kind of a moron but he stepped up to the plate and was consistantly there for lane. why do people want lane to pine for dave 10 years later like he was her one and only soulmate instead of a really cool guy who was a really cool guy bc he wasn’t on the show long enough to get a villain arc. i think the problem with lane’s storyline is that she didn’t get to go out on an adventure, not that she settled down with zach instead of dave. i would have been pissed if she got pregnant and stayed in SH for life even if it was with dave.

-i don’t think everything that went wrong with luke and jess was jess’ fault and that he only had himself to blame for getting kicked out. like luke taking jess in no questions asked was a really great gesture but he didn’t know what he was doing from that point on. him doing a nice thing doesn’t mean he’s somehow abow getting slightly critisised for handling a lot of things wrong. like i do think a 17-18 yo is entitled to a place to stay without conditions and despite screwing things up and luke needed to either fully be that person or not at all

-i often hear ”rory said no to logan’s proposal just to be his mistress later, she should have just said yes”, which… no, it’s ok to want something at 32 that you didn’t want at 22 (disclaimer: it’s not ok to sleep with someone else’s fiancee). i even hear a lot of people say rory should have said yes to logan even without bringing up AYITL and i really don’t understand why this is the general opinion. and i’m not saying this because i’m team jess over logan, i wouldn’t have wanted jess and rory to get married at 22 either. we’ve known since season 1 that rory has dreams and plans to travel and when logan proposed and they presented it as kind of a 50/50 thing i was baffled because ofc it’s a no. also if someone tells you ”either we get married or we break up”, always break up!!!

-luke and lorelai… are not compat- i mean initially they were cute, but just on a fundamental level- i mean… ok actually i’m not brave enough to go there, maybe in the next post. all i’m saying is that i rooted for them as much as the next guy and that they probably wouldn’t have been truly content if they never gave a relationship a go and they’d probably always be jealous of the other’s romantic relationships a little bit BUT that they’re too different (both personality wise and in handling stuff in general) to actually create a life together. they work in the diner setting but seeing each other 24/7 and agreeing on day to day decisions? idk. oops, looks like i went there anyways. also i’m not saying i don’t like them together, in fact they’re together in every single gilmore girls universe i have in my head but yk

-jess wasn’t the best boyfriend but a lot of their issues was rory subconsciously comparing what jess did with what dean would have done and their relationship was never going to work with such a fresh breakup hanging over them like that. the issue of jess not calling rory and making a plan and rory being mad that she had to sit around and wait for him to do it for example is not jess being malicious, it’s just them genuinely having different expectations and ideas of what a relationship is which could have been solved with a) some communication and b) dean and lorelai not breathing down their necks and preying on their downfall

-i think lorelai could stand to butt out of rory’s life and be a bit nicer to her step-nephew but i’m always gonna back her when it comes to her parents. i have no patience for the ”richard and emily weren’t that bad”-crowd. i’m tired of hearing ”lorelai is pissed because she gets thousands of dollars in exchange for a free meal, is she stoopid?” when it’s so much deeper than that. her sacrificing her own boundries for the sake of rory’s education is actually quite admirable (would emily swallow her pride and values and do something like that?). bc now i actually love emily as a character and enjoy her more than the gilmore girls sometimes. and as an audience we can obviously see that she cares about lorelai. but it’s emily’s responsibility to actually make lorelai feel that. because even tho emily thinks she did what was best for lorelai, it clearly did not make lorelai feel loved, because it was all according to what emily herself wanted.

-i don’t think this is that unpopular but i’ve heard many different takes on this. if lorelai wanted to be overdramatic about rory fracturing her wrist that is within her right, her kid was in the hospital after all and that is scary. however, where she was absolutely just objectively in the wrong is where she went ballistic at luke who’s supposed to be her best friend when he got the tiniest bit concerned over his nephew’s whereabouts after he had also been in that car accident. her screaming at him that he had more of an obligation to herself and her kid than the kid he’s literally in responsible for? this is just one of those situations where i feel like she wasn’t being an adult. it would have been understandable for like lane to barge into luke’s and yell jess’ name and scream that he should never have been allowed in this town but lorelai is 33.

part 2 soon?

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #most of my unpopular opinions is just me being jess’ lawyer

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millie-multifics · 26 days

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Though I Yearn • Part 4

Masters of the Air

Secret Admirer x Reader

A string of anonymous letters causes a stir at Thorpe Abbotts. Who could be the author of the tender correspondence you have been receiving?

Warnings: Love Letters, mentions of stalking and cheating.

Word Count: ~1k

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“Though we face a perilous fight in the sky, I am most afflicted by you when my feet are on solid ground. Try as I might to evade your presence, I am only a man plagued by my jealousy and affections.”

His knuckles cramped as he gripped the pen, the words pouring onto the page, this time his printing was messy less concise. It obviously hadn’t worked the first time, writing a letter to relieve his thoughts, they still overwhelmed him. He was sure no one else had noticed you had been acting strange lately, maybe your friend but none of the men you interacted with. There was a curiosity in your gaze, as if you were always trying to decipher if they were him. He had left his last letter on your pillow, nearly getting trapped in the cabin as your group returned to base, being in there felt wrong, he would find other ways to leave any future letters. The letter he currently wrote would never be met by your eyes at all.

He knew he was being foolish, he could not feel such jealousy while he hid himself behind paper and ink. Yet, there you were in the window, simple but ever so captivating and unknowingly fuelling the growing fire. The letter he had tucked in his jacket pocket in a rush now felt like it was burning the skin underneath. You were distracted by the coffee, he tucked the paper beneath the ledge without you or anyone else around noticing.

Another party was in full swing, their mission had been successful- they had lost only one plane but they had made it to Scotland for Curt and his crew to land safely. You sat in an armchair in the corner, once again alone. Half of your job was to converse and boost morale so sometimes it was nice to have a little serenity; the girl wouldn’t let you stay alone in the billet, you had tried that. You had not noticed that Major Cleven was seated in the armchair beside you until you heard him chuckling along to the boisterous, out of tune ‘singing’ of John Egan.

“How does does a stoic man like you befriend someone like Major Egan?” You genuinely questioned, their difference more apparent than any similarities besides both men were talented pilots and great leaders.

Cleven glanced over to you, never really having an interaction unless he was getting a coffee in the morning. “He didn’t really give me the choice.”

“He is very social, especially with women yet you sit here alone. Are you married?” You knew that you were potentially overstepping but your curiosity had bested you.

“Not yet.”

The small longing smile and his tone told that he was thinking of someone back home fondly. “So there is a lucky lady awaiting you back home?”

“Marge.” He handed you the small photograph that he kept in his breast pocket. You studied her beauty, clear skin, perfect curls and joyous smile.

“She’s real pretty Major.” You returned the photograph, “And lucky to have someone so dedicated to her. I’m betting you that most of these men dancing around here tonight all have unsuspecting sweethearts waiting for them at home.”

The Major nodded, his eyes meeting those of his approaching friend, “I am not a betting man.”

Egan occupied the empty armchair on the other side of Cleven, wiping the sheen of sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, “Your bombardier is one of those men if I do recall.”

“Dougie and I are merely friends, sir.” You once again defended yourself, feeling less embarrassed and more adamant.

“No fella waiting at home?” Egan asked, having overheard your previous comments about the ever so lovely Marge.

“Not at home,” Suddenly the men’s gazes felt heavy on you, or maybe it was your heart in your chest that felt heavy. “I believe he’s across the continent now, and I am no longer his to consider.”

“Just means you can dance with any man here.” Egan shrugged it off, sensing the tenderness of the subject. “Say Brady, why don’t you take our girl for a spin around the floor?”

John Brady looked up with his wide eyes upon being volunteered.

“Oh, You don’t have to John, I am perfectly capable of finding my own dance partner.” You assured him but he was already tucking away his pipe but then you were interrupted by a frantic Douglass.

“Helen was telling me about some letters?” His voice was low but not quite a whisper, attracting the curiosity of the men around you.

“Please, excuse us.” You sent the group a tense smile before dragging the bombardier by his elbow into the quiet night air.

It seems like he’s trying to give you a stern look but it comes off more as concerned. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “They are just letters of admiration.”

“Are you positive about that?”

“Dougie, they’re just from some harmless airman who had nothing better to do.” You simply brushed off his concern over the matter.

“They are clearly depraved, watching you like that, taunting you.” He insisted, his voice lowering to a whisper as a small group approached to enter the hall. You led him further away from the entrance to keep anymore of your conversation away from prying ears.

“And when you were gonna tell me that you have a sweetheart at home?”

It was his turn to sigh, fidgeting uncomfortably at the topic. “That is complicated.”

He was not expecting your heel to harshly slam against his booted toe, pain exploding throughout his foot. “Ouch. What the hell was that for?”

“Stop being an idiot.”

“This isn’t about me, it is about these letters.”

“Which everyone knows about now, thanks to you.” Your voiced raised louder than you had heard it in months, your frustration with the situation reaching its limit. “Good night, Dougie.”

You left no room for the conversation to continue as you wandered off into the darkness. Your night had been ruined and no one could stop you from your serenity now.

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Tags: @canyousmelltheflowers @jointherebellion215 @gretagerwigsmuse

#masters of the air #mota fanfic #mota #mota spoilers #bucky egan #james douglass #major gale cleven #john brady #everett blakely #major john bucky egan #curtis biddick #apple tv #austin butler #callum turner #benny demarco #mota x reader

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littlemisssatanist · 2 months

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on the topic of me being team green

a bit of a different post for me, considering what my blog is, but i was honestly so offended at being called a misogynist i made a fresh google docs page and typed out 1634 words of me ranting.

is there a real reason to post this? probably not, but i felt the need to establish myself as team green, considering all the posts i've been liking and commenting on lately. (if you are team green, and you see this, feel free to be my friend. in fact, i am begging you to be my friend. i have no tg friends and i need to see the light).

beware, typos and repitition are probably aplenty.

Whenever I see people talk about being TG, I always will see TB stans in the comments saying something along the lines of “Oh, you must be a misogynist, then.” And you know, it never happened to me until a few days ago when I commented on a TikTok post about Rhaenyra beefing with two-year-old Aegon. Someone replied to me, saying that I only brought it up because I’m a misogynist.

And. You know, I’ve been insulted before. I’ve been called ugly, stupid, immature, whatever whatever. But I honestly can’t think of a worse thing for someone to say to me, that I’m a misogynist. I know this isn’t that commentator’s fault, because they obviously don't know me. But the irony of calling me a misogynist when I am the most misandristic person to exist on this earth. I pray for the downfall of men daily. I make fun of them. Whenever I see an AITA post on TikTok, I am immediately on the woman’s side, regardless of what she may have done.

It’s because I distrust men to a certain degree. You know what’s different for ASoIaF, though? It’s not real. It’s all fiction. TB stans will come on the internet daily and complain about TG existing, calling us misogynists, elevating the conflict between us to that of a literal genocide. Are y'all delusional? Are you guys stuck so far up Rhaenyra’s ass that you can’t tell reality from fiction?

Y’all love to preach about how Rhaenyra is the number one feminist girlboss of Westeros, without realizing exactly how exactly you’re falling into the trap. You uphold a woman because she’s the heir, meanwhile she steals Rhaena’s and Baela’s inheritance in order to put her illegitimate sons on the throne (which, btw, is treason). But of course you guys wouldn’t care, because you like to think Rhaenyra is the exception to the rule.

That’s the thing. She’s only the exception because of her father, the king. After Viserys dies, she suddenly finds herself back in the same patriarchal world that y’all love to claim she’s trying to overthrow, that she’s trying to change.

I don’t hate Rhaenyra because she’s a woman. I hate her because she’s a stupid woman. She knew exactly what it meant to be a woman in Westeros; she gets forced into an unwanted marriage (and even in that she gets far more freedom and will to choose than other women), she is undermined for being a woman, and others view her as unfit to rule. I would sympathize with her if she did absolutely anything to change that whatsoever.

Y’all love to say that she’s so iconic with her dragon scenes, but what did that really accomplish aside from showcasing she is unfit to rule? She has three illegitimate sons who look absolutely nothing like her. Even if Viserys was on her side, everyone knows that they are bastards. Like, at least Cersei’s bastards looked like her. Rhaenyra was a white woman with white hair married to a black man with white hair, and her first three children are white boys with brown hair. Girl, if you were going to have bastards, at least do it with someone that bears at least some resemblance to your husband, or yourself. She purposefully made it harder for herself.

And for those of you guys who will bring up something about Laenor being gay. I genuinely don’t know how to tell you this, but if they truly cared about keeping up appearances, they would have had children. I say this as a queer person myself: If I were in Laenor’s shoes, I would have children with my coverup. Afterall, that’s what a coverup is for. And also: I could find nothing about Laenor being infertile.

And for those who will also bring up Laenor accepting the Strong boys as his own, I literally couldn't care less. Everyone and their grandmother could see that those boys were bastards. Laenor accepting them and Viserys being delusional doesn’t change the fact that they were illegitimate, and everybody knew it. Secondly: Rhaenyra would need to admit the boys were bastards in the first place for anybody to claim them, something she did not do. In fact, she went so far the opposite way, I wouldn’t be surprised if she managed to delude herself that they were legitimate.

And this I don’t understand. How do you shoot yourself in the foot, not once, not twice, but three times, with three obvious bastards, knowing that people would oppose you, people already oppose you, and still think yourself fit to rule? Every decision Rhaenyra makes is so stupid, it’s almost mind blowing to me. To live in Dragonstone for years while your father, the king, is sick (in which case, btw, the heir is supposed to step in to rule). Instead, we see Alicent ruling the kingdoms from behind the shadow, because Rhaenyra does nothing but live out a couple of years of bliss and comes back to King's Landing expecting everything to be handed to her. She does absolutely no politicking, absolutely nothing in order to sway the lords to her side. Should she be so surprised, then, that she is met with such resistance?

Y’all TB stands love to call TG misogynistic because we don’t worship your perfect little dragon lady, as if her uncle-husband isn’t Lord of Fleabottom and grooms and rapes her from a young age. As if Daemon hasn’t called women whores and bitches, and his first wife, Rhea Royce, ‘Bronze Bitch.’ Like, is that not disgusting to you? Y’all love to preach about how Daemon loved Rhaenyra, as if he didn’t choke her the moment she disagreed with his methods. As if his first instinct everytime is anger and death and war.

(In case y’all couldn’t tell, I am extremely anti-war. I am under the impression that if you can’t solve things by talking it out, then you are definitely not mature enough to be ruling a kingdom, and Daemon is one of the most immature rapist misogynists I’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing).

(As an aside, I am not blaming Rhaenyra for her relationship with Daemon. Yes, I do find that most of her actions are stupid, but I cannot deny the fact that she was groomed and raped by him-- yes, raped, because she was a child, and children cannot consent. That is in no way her fault, and Daemon is the one responsible for this).

Y’all praise Rhaenyra for her maternal instincts while simultaneously hating Alicent for hers. Of course, an eye for an eye is unreasonable and far too much, but a son for a son is totally reasonable and to be expected. Rhaenyra protecting her children is being a good mother, but Alicent (rightfully) assuming that her children would be persecuted if Rhaenyra ascended the throne is her being a jealous bitch. Y’all blow her “sweet sister” line so much out of proportion, saying that she wouldn’t have killed her siblings if they just came over to her side. As if Alicent’s children, Alicent’s family, would choose Rhaenyra over her. Because “Helaena was the only good green” and “if only she just joined Rhaenyra”. Why would she ever do that? Because Aegon was a bad husband? The show literally stated that he only ever laid with her when he was drunk, because he couldn't do it otherwise. Obviously neither of them sought any pleasure from it, but they are still family. Helaena only had Aemond, Aegon, Daeron, and Alicent. Why would Rhaenyra ever be worth what her family is worth to her?

On a similar note, TB stans will constantly say how “oh, I feel sorry for younger Alicent, but not older Alicent.” As if Alicent wasn’t a 14 year old girl groomed and abused, as if she wasn’t twice pregnant by 17. As if Alicent wasn’t a victim doing her best in a world specifically designed against her.

That’s the difference between her and Rhaenyra. Both were victims to a much older man, but Rhaenyra considered herself an exception. Alicent had no choice but to be the bad guy, and despite how much y’all love to ignore it, Rhaenyra should have done the same. “Oh but Alicent was jealous of Rhaenyra!” Like you wouldn’t also be jealous of Rhaenyra? Rhaenyra, the perfect little princess, loved by her rapist daddy the king, who had everything handed to her on a silver platter. Would you not also be infuriated by her attitude, the entitled way she views the world? I’m sorry, but if your “strong female character” needs every other female character to agree with her, then she’s not that strong. Or a girlboss.

In conclusion, Rhaenyra sucks and is a terrible role model. True feminists love Alicent Hightower. Also, negative comments will be deleted, bc yk what is so fun about the internet? You can block people. I know, crazy concept. If you don’t want to see me or other TG on your for you page, consider blocking them. That tends to get rid of the thing you don’t want to see. I will also be doing this to anyone who thinks they’re smart enough to argue this topic with me. I do not care, hope your day goes terribly. <3

Btw, please never call me a misogynist again. In fact, you can call me Little Miss Misandrist, because there is no universe out there where I side with a man over Alicent Hightower. Or any woman at all, for that matter.

(Except for maybe if the pickings were between Rhaenyra and Criston. If you’re one of the media illiterate TB stands who consider Criston to be an incel, you should also go ahead and block me, your stupidness is draining my brain cells).

Stay mad, xoxo.

#anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black #anti viserys i targaryen #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #team green #pro criston cole #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra #i fucking hate daemon targaryen bewarned #alicent hightower #queen alicent #alicent hightower defense squad

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Yugo and Amalia’s relationship is much more complicated than you think.

Sometimes I wonder what Amalia meant when she said “Nothing is impossible.” at Yugo’s explanation of why they couldn’t be together.

Like I know you want that eliatrope ass but he’s got a point shawty.

What do you think would’ve happened if he got into a relationship earlier on with you??? Can you imagine how it would’ve looked like?? My god there would be so much drama and rumours in the Sadida kingdom….but like really big ones to the point where it wouldn’t sound funny or entertaining anymore, but just criminal 💀

Also, how is she gonna….you know? Do anything to him? Sure, Yugo’s mentally a man but he still has a 10-year-old body.

Did Amalia not think this through when she told him “Nothing is impossible.”???? Either she said that because she genuinely only wanted to keep things pure with him besides hand-holding and kissing, or she’s just a really freaky bitch in bed.

There can’t be anything else, it’s either one of them or she just said that without thinking.

Imagine being a servant in her kingdom if Yugo did get together with her before season 3…..I love drama but I don’t wanna get scarred for life, there’s a limit.

Amalia would legit be the scariest one in the relationship though. Like it’s cute and very loyal of her to accept him even if he doesn’t look like a grown man but if you’re fine getting tongue kissed by him ON THE MOUTH when he looks like a minor AND you don’t care what others say, then you’re a menace to society. I wouldn’t even be worried for Yugo, I’d just be worried for everyone else’s sake. (Before ppl come for my ass, dw i loved the yumalia kiss cuz no one was around them-)

Some people are saying that Yugo’s reason for not being with her is bs because “love is love” and “Yugo can just explain that his race ages slowly to people”.

When in actuality, it’s all very much more complicated than it already looks.

In fact, their relationship could raise so many problems and conflicts that I decided to list them up for you. Here are the following reasons why these two being together can go very wrong:

1) Amalia isn’t a normal Sadida. She’s a PRINCESS of the SADIDA KINGDOM. Marriage isn’t just some event that happens and then ends. It won’t look like the one Dally and Eva had. Royal marriages are a bigger deal than they let on and it’s a public thing to witness.

2) Amalia is a public and authoritative figure. Meaning that if she were to marry Yugo, the whole world would know that she got with a man who’s stuck in a child’s body. Sure, even if Yugo explained the situation to the other nations, this would still look very weird and off-putting for the others to see. People would still wonder why (and especially how) Amalia fell in love with Yugo when he looks like that. They would definitely start asking questions. Not to mention that if Amalia were to showcase who she loves to the world, plenty of sick twisted people would see their relationship and feel encouraged to continue their behavior (you know exactly what kind of ppl I’m talking about here). And if those same disgusting people got caught doing immoral things with children, they would just point fingers at Amalia and say “But if she does it, how come I can’t?”. They’d start blaming her for their actions, making her look even worse to the public.

3) No matter how you look at their relationship, the only ones who would genuinely feel comfortable witnessing them together would be Ruel, Eva, Dally, Adamaï, and even Elely and Flopin. They know Yugo and Amalia on a personal level because they have all been through so much with these two that they know exactly how they are and know that Amalia isn’t the type to take advantage of Yugo like that. But if the rest of the world were to see them like this? That’s a hard no.

4) Amalia claims that she doesn’t care what other people think. That means she wouldn’t be ashamed or shy to give Yugo affection out in public, she definitely feels like the type to do public displays of affection with her significant other. Who knows who could see them together? Teenagers, adults, senior citizens, but especially the children who would pass by them and be too confused to understand why a grown woman is kissing a ‘child’ like that.

5) Her family (which currently consists of Armand and Aurora) would immediately stop her from getting together with Yugo. Because yes, her family would also be a problem. (I was surprised that I didn’t see a lot of people mention the Sadida family to be another factor against their relationship.) Armand is too much of a strict brother. He won’t be easy to sway and he always says what he thinks. He’d immediately (and clearly) explain to Amalia that this decision of hers is a very disgusting and shocking one. The idea of throwing harsh words at her wouldn’t seem very far-fetched for Armand to do. Not only that, but he’d also start to become very strict on her, wanting to know her whereabouts at all times and make sure that her time outside of the kingdom is limited since he now knows he can’t trust her when it comes to what types of men she loves and especially who she’s friends with. Aurora, on the other hand, is already very manipulative so she’d most likely side with her husband on everything that he says when it comes to Amalia.

6) And last but not least, her relationship with Yugo would make the royal Sadida family look extremely bad in front of the other kingdoms and nations. Like I said before, since Amalia is a public/authoritative figure due to her royal status, her choices to inflict any action has a chance to make her family look bad. The same can be said for Armand too if he did anything without thinking.

So in short, not only would Amalia and Yugo’s relationship look weird and wrong to the world no matter what Yugo says, but their relationship could also affect and hurt a lot of people if these two are not careful or aware of how they’d look like, especially Amalia.

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arc-misadventures · 11 months

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New Family Dynamics

Willow: Hmm, hmm, hmm~!

Winter: Hello, Mother.

Willow: Huw?! Oh, hello, Winter. You startled me.

Winter: My apologies…

Willow: …?

Willow: Is something wrong, dear?

Winter: Mother… How are you dealing with… all of this…?

Willow: This?

Winter: This new family dynamic?

Willow: Ahh… Well… for the most part I am happy. For the first time in years I can feel genuinely happy.

Winter: You feel happy?

Willow: Yes, inmeasurably so. No more hiding my feelings behind a bottle, being surrounded by those that care little for me, and having a husband that married me for my family’s company, a man who married me for money. You ran from the family, Winter, you managed to get out, and free yourself from our horrible family. I, and the rest of your siblings are still trapped there, in that house, trapped with that monster. Here I am free, here I am happy.

Winter: Do they really make you feel that happy, Mother?

Willow: Well, when it comes to the, Arc’s compared to, Jacques: Would your rather be embraced with a hug, or a slap?

Winter: What?! Has father slap you?!

Willow: Yes… Several times at that… I suppose that is another reason why I went to the bottle…

Winter: I-I didn’t know…

Willow: Well… I didn’t want you to know. You were only a child at the time. Perhaps if I let someone know…

Winter: I’m sorry that happened, I didn’t know this was happening…

Willow: You were already gone by the time he first hit me. You weren’t there on, Weiss’s tenth birthday where he told me he married me for our families legacy, he never loved me, he just wanted money, and power.

Winter: I… I didn’t know…

Willow: Of course not; I never told you any of this.

Winter: I just thought that you… that you didn’t love us. That you didn’t care about us anymore.

Willow: No! Nononono… It was never like that, Winter. I just… couldn’t do anything, and I had no idea how to handle it. I married a man that I thought who loved me, and he gave me two beautiful children. But, even that he seemingly stole from me…

Winter: Stole them? Jacques didn’t steal, Weiss, and Whitely from you.

Willow: Well, not, Weiss, I have more, or less pushed her away from me. Whitely however, I fear he is becoming a mini version of his father. So long as, Jacques is near him I fear I will lose him forever.

Winter: Do you… Do you have any ideas on how to get him back?

Willow: I have been thinking about that since I came here. I want the family life, Juniper, and Acheius have with their family: Being so open, and capable of expressing their love for one another. And, to do that, I have to remove, Jacques Gelé from the, SDC. Permanently.

Winter: Y-You’re not referring to… Killing him?

Willow: That would be the quick, and the efficient route to take. But, I wouldn’t do that… I want to crush him, to kick him out of the family, to leave him destitute, and penniless, to slowly die as the bitter worthless bastard that he is out in the cold of wastelands of, Mantle.

Winter: Oh… That is the better route to take.

Willow: It is; I have a few ideas on how to get the ball rolling, but his taint runs deep. It will not be an easy feat to accomplish. I have mentioned this to, Juniper before, and she been offering me a rather odd bit of advice. Care to hear it?

Winter: What is it?

Willow: Sic, Jaune after him.

Winter: Jaune? Why did they recommended that you should sic my little brother after him?

Willow: Little brother? D-Do you see, Jaune as your little brother?

Winter: D-Did I really just say that?

Willow: You did.

Winter: I just said it without even thinking… I guess I do see him as my little brother. Huw… Isn’t that something.

Willow: What about the girls; Do you see them as your sisters?

Winter: …

Winter: Yes… Yes I do.

Willow: That’s wonderful to hear, Winter. I’m glad you can see those kids, as your siblings. Now, as for, Jaune being sic on, Jacques. They only said this: ‘That smile hides a devious mind.’ I… I don’t understand what they mean by that.

Winter: Hmm… I’ve been sticking around the twins a lot since we got here. And, Jeanne challenged me to a game of chess, she is quite good at chess, we managed to settle for a nice win/loss ratio. 5/4, my favour. But, Jaune… Jaune beat me flawlessly for all nine rounds we played.

Willow: Little upset that your little brother showed you up?

Winter: No…

Willow: Oh really now?

Winter: Okay I am! I have never been so thoroughly beaten before in all my life! It’s so frustrating! And, he was playing blindfold chess on top of it?!

Willow: Blindfold chess? He can play chess like that?!

Winter: They both can! But, Jaune is so much more better at it! He beat me in seventeen moves, seventeen moves!

Willow: Well, It seems like your having fun bonding with your new siblings~!

Winter: The two are really sweet to be around. But, they are quite devious, especially, Jaune. Together they are a menace, on their own. Well, if you messed with, Jeanne, she would shove your head through a wall. If you messed with, Jaune though; Well he would spike your drink with laxatives, lock the door to the bathroom, and by the time you finally manage to get unlock the door, he smashed the toilet to bits.

Willow: R-Really?

Winter: Yes, Jaune is quite… Vindictive…

Willow: Well, if that’s how he fights, he might be able to deal with, Jacques quite swiftly… and, brutally…

Winter: Quite so. I can see why your so happy now, Mom… They make me feel quite happy to. Jeanne’s actually coming with us to, Atlas when we leave.

Willow: Really, why is she?

Winter: Well, Jaune is leaving soon to, Vale for an internship. So, Jeanne is coming with me to, Atlas where she will be my protégé for a few years. She will be training with me to become a, Huntress. I’m looking forward to it actually.

Willow: I’m happy to hear that. Coming here to be with the, Arc’s… Makes me wish I told them years ago I was pregnant with you. Acheius would have stolen me away, and brought me here, and made me his second wife. Where would have raised a large family together. I would be so happy together with them.

Winter: Yeah… Speaking of having a large family… You’re not… You’re not planning on giving me a little sibling any time soon, are you?

Willow: Oh, Winter. Nothing like that is happening. You don’t have to worry about that.

Winter: Mom… I know you’ve been sleeping with the, Juniper, and Dad.

Willow: …

Willow: Eh…?

Winter: We can all hear the three of you going at it.

Willow: Beg pardon…?

Winter: We’ve been camping in the woods because the three of you are so loud for the past week.

Willow: W-We’re that loud…?

Winter: So… Yeah. Are you really not planning on giving me a new sibling?

Willow: …

Willow: Well no… But, if another happy little accident happened; Would you be upset if that happened?

Winter: …

Winter: I wouldn’t be upset…

Willow: Oh… That’s great to hear!

Winter: I just hope I win the betting pool they set up though.

Willow: B-Betting pool? What betting pool?!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #jacques schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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the daphlonso scandal

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daniel ricciardo talks formula one, the met gala, daphne jones, and more

isabella stands behind a counter, holding up two ingredients in her hands. she leans closer to her phone reading instagram live comments, one catches her attention, "what do you guys think about the daphne and fernando rumors?" she laughs loudly as oscar snickers and bailey smiles from behind isabella, holding a clear bowl in her hands.

lando ever the ignorant to what was happening, and simply thought his friends and girlfriend were having a conversation, speaks from behind the camera, "unless she's broken up with daniel, no way in hell is that ever happening, we all know it."

"lando!" bailey shouted as isabella rushed to shut her live off.

lando paled, "oh fuck. no. tell me it wasn't me. oh god, they're going to kill me."

"we kept this for 6 years and you just-" isabella was cut off by her phone ringing. they all stared at each other, they sigh when they realize it's only mae. isabella put her phone on speaker, "hey mae."

"where is he?" mae questions, "where the hell is norris? i’m going to break his trophies.”

“please don’t, i don’t have many,” lando said, taking the phone from isabella, “it was an accident i swear! i didn't know she was live, i promise! mae please don't kill me!"

daphne jones answers the internet's most pressing questions

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username she handled this better than i ever would’ve.

username the way she talks about lando and the other kids, it warms my heart. they all truly love each other. you don’t see many genuine friendships these days in hollywood,

username props to the interviewer for asking daphne if she was uncomfortable answering questions about that.

username it’s surprising they kept this a secret for as long as they did. no one suspected these two were even dating.

username everything after 1989 has been about daniel, and i can see why. he seems like a sweetheart and she does too. it warms my heart that these two sweethearts found each other, and are happily in love.

username omg! she tried to break up with him back when shit hit the fan in 2016-2017 and he refused to. daphne said he gave her space but still checked up on her and made her move in with him in monaco so she wouldn’t be alone.

↳ username when did she say this?

↳ username in miss americana, her documentary from 2020. she spoke about her relationship without saying who her lover was. we saw glimpses of him but that was it. i never put it together that it was daniel and looking back on it the signs were all there.

↳ username it’s surprising no one in monaco ever caught them or told a news outlet then. it’s such a small place

↳ username depending on where they lived. daniel said he had a home in the outskirts of monaco, but he also has his farm in australia. i assume they traveled back and forth between the two.

↳ username and new york, reputation was being recorded around this time too.

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danieljonesricciardo a little over a year ago i got to marry the love of my life. this was also around the same time i decided to take a year off racing, not because i everyone said i was a failure but because i wanted to enjoy my first year as a newlywed. i did enjoy it. i enjoyed waking up in the middle of the night to find daphne writing a new song or in the morning to her singing in the kitchen. i enjoyed traveling with her as she performed sold-out arenas night after night. i fell in love with magnificent woman as the whole world was against her, or at least that what it felt like, and i never fell out of love. many tiny little moments that were just ours led us to this moment, now i get to shout from the rooftops that i love my wife. i get to brag that my wife is more talented than me and that she picked me. she picked me when she could’ve had anyone else. for me it was always her and it would always be here, it’s a relief to know she thinks the same. i can’t wait to show the world what daphne j. ricciardo is like from my point of view.

daphne j. ricciardo is warm milk and cookies after a day out in the snow. she’s sunshine but also moonshine, light and dark. she’s human. she’s the embodiment of a strong, confident woman. she’s perseverance. she’s the calm after a storm but also a force to be reckoned with. she’s my daisy but also my poison ivy. sweet and sour. all the good things in my life. she’s a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, and an inspiration. she’s the love of my life and the mother of our future children. she’s everything to me.

the joker and the queen, forever & always.

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fernandoalo_oficial this is where i say goodbye to my other half, according to the internet. it was nice while it lasted daphne.

maejones was me sobbing at your wedding not enough? now you’re making cry over an instagram post? curse you daniel.

charles_leclerc glad we don’t have to worry about lando spilling this secret

taylorlautner congrats you two! it was a beautiful ceremony and glad to have been invited!

landonorris sorry i made you post about this but one less problem for me to worry about.

selenagomez take care of my best friend ricciardo!

↳ danieljonesricciardo always have gomez. always have.

alex_albon THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN? ARE YOU SHITTING ME RICCIARDO? I CANNOT SHED ANY MORE TEARS OVER YOU TWO!!

baileywinters mama y papa got married and i’m still not over it.

vancityreynolds vroom vroom man's wife stole my wife now i have to steal her husband

↳ danieljonesricciardo name a time and place

↳ vancityreynolds daphne i adore your husband. he's mine now. you can keep my wife and kids.

↳ daphnejonesricciardo ‘guess i just lost my husband’

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daphnejonesricciardo to my sunshine, my muse, my eternal lover. i will forever be grateful you walked into my life when you did. you were my shoulder to cry on and my best friend before you were ever my lover. you’ve held me at my highest high but also at my lowest low. i want all of your midnights forever. i want to be able to tell you that i love you forever. i want to be able to tell our future children that their father is the kindest man i’ve ever met. loving you has been an adventure of its own because there’s always something new to do. i’ll always remember how you dragged me out of bed to watch the stars from our roof or how you wake me up at 3am to eat ice cream. the memories you and i make are forever and i can’t wait to tell them to our children someday.

daniel j. ricciardo is the embodiment of sunshine. he’s a warm hug on a cold day. he’s daylight. he’s comfort. he’s everything to me. there’s in no one else i would rather sit with and watch grey’s anatomy with. there’s no one else i’d rather cry to when life throws another unexpected event at us. there’s no one else i’d rather sing all my songs too first. there’s no one else i’d rather love than you. there's no one else i would want to be the future father of my children. here’s to forever daniel.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince, forever & always

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alex_albon ARE YOU SHITTING ME? YOU TWO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!! THE JOKER & THE QUEEN? MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE? OH LORD DIG MY GRAVE!

vancityreynolds lost my future husband before he could ever be mine

maxverstappen1 i call godfather of your first spawn!

↳ charles_leclerc no way! i called dibs first!

↳ carlossainz55 i was here from the start it should be me!

↳ maxverstappen1 i was too! besides charles already has the cat!

↳ charles_leclerc a cat is not the same as a human maxamilian

↳ maxverstappen1 THAT'S NOT MY NAME!!!

↳ danieljonesricciardo seb gets the first child. he's literally the reason we're together in the first place. ryan gets the next, you three can fight roman empire style for the third.

isabellaperez i won't fight for godmother because i know i am not responsible to take care for another person.

daniel jones-ricciardo gets interrogated by max verstappen and sergio perez (featuring special guest isabella perez)

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username he hyphenated his name! omg! i love this! i love them!

↳ username they both did! it's adorable

username i wanna know what the smoothie inchident is!

username max with daniel and isabella brings out the child in him.

↳ username this whole video seemed like tired dad (checo), fun uncle (daniel), little sister (isa), big brother (max)

username it’s surprising that checo brought up the 2021 scandal. but max was right, if he would’ve said something then the situation would’ve gotten worse. it’s nice to know all her friends were supportive.

username but what is the smoothie incident?

username props to daniel for deciding that the master’s situation should’ve been about daphne and not them as a couple

↳ username he should’ve said something. what kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his girlfriend?

↳ username he still supported her as a ‘friend’ all the time. he did what he could without exposing their relationship. he even came to her defense when daphne was getting shit on by the entire internet. daniel is literally the blueprint.

username i wasn’t expecting checo to be the one with the hard hitting questions.

username this was a group i didn't know i needed

username they all seemed relieved that daph and daniel's relationship is out there in the world. i can't imagine helping two people keep their relationship a secret for over 7 years.

↳ username this friend group has proven time and time again they would do anything for each other. i think it's only a matter of time before someone *isabella* marches into the ferrari garage and demands they fix their shitty strategy.

¡leclerc-s speaks! honestly this one started off as a complete joke and then it became something i fell in love completely. it's super long because i just kept adding more and more to it. firmly believe that if lando wasn't the one to spill it stone-cold sober pierre would be the one to do it in an instagram story (iykyk)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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Crewle daughter made lunch for ( Ruggie, Silver, Deuce, Azul, Epel, Kamil, and Idia ) to try out as she have cooking class in the princess school and wanted them to be the first to try them out as it's the first time she makes beef Wellington, butter bread, and steamed veggies

Since she not too confident about her cooking something difficult but in the end her food tased good

( I'm a big foodie and what way to get friendship is by food )

Cooking Lunch | Yandere Twisted Wonderland x Restoration Crewel Daughter Reader

The sentiment to share something with your friends is there but the lack of confidence in your work would not be. OG crewel daughter is confident in everything she does because she’s just that good (As her father says so). If she wanted to have her friends taste her cooking she’d do it without any fear or insecurity.

“I know it’s good because I made it.”

Now Restoration daughter isn’t as sure as the original. Her expertise is in restoring, building, and architecture not cooking. And since your not as…outspoken as the original it’d make plenty of sense that you’d turn to your Night Raven friends:

Ruggie Bucci

“So...What do you think?”

“What do I think? I think you should make me lunch more often!”

He’s not just saying that to be encouraging

He genuinely would like you to make this for him during lunch

Especially if your going to sit there staring at him

Means your not running off somewhere feeding someone else

That’s good, means he doesn’t have to force others to throw it away

“Mmmm this wellington makes me want to marry you.”

“Whoa really?”

“Yeah so does your smile but this helps.”

Silver

“Is it…good?”

“Yes. It’s very good. Did you make anymore?”

“Oh uh yeah but I was going to give it to–”

“Thank you for the food.”

He doesn’t mean to hog your food

He does

He just was so hungry from napping he’s practically still half-asleep

And that will be what happens whenever you bring more for your other friends

Silver tiredly ate through all that you made this time and the next

But if you haven’t eaten yet no worries

You can have his lunch

But it seems his half a sleep self just won’t let anyone else taste anymore of your goodness

“Let’s exchange lunches next time you come to visit.”

Deuce Spade

“This is–! Amazing! As usual but still, this is really good!”

“Th-thanks!”

He’s digging in with a blush on his face

He’s hardly getting past the thought that you made something that’s becoming a part of him

He might take the opportunity to return the favor

But he’s just so happy that you’ve come to him

It makes all the things that’s the exact opposite of what honor students should do super worth it

“N-next time I’ll feed you! I doubt it’ll be as good but I’ll try!”

Azul Ashengrotto

“You…want me to try this?”

“Y-yeah it’s for a class…so?”

“I-i would put it in the Monstro Lounge!”

“R-really!?”

He’s trying his hardest not to let his mind wander

As he breaks his diet for you

By the way what he said was a lie

He wouldn’t want any but him having access to food you’ve toiled over

If you really still don’t believe he likes it though he has an idea

“How about a contract? Just something that promises that I get your delicious creations while your here, and anyone else who partakes in them is at my disposal”

Epel Felmier

“Mmmm! Mmmm! It’s really good but I’m sure my lunch I will fill you better!”

“A-as if! I’ll show you right now!”

He loves it when you cook and he’s happy to be eating it

But he thinks it only fair if he’s filling up on you you’re creation you should be filled up on his

So eat his apples and whatever he grew into them

“Whoa you looked like you enjoyed it! I did to!”

Kamil Al Asim

“WAAH SO GOOD! You should make more for dinner later!”

“B-but I have to g-go home before–”

“PLEASE ITS SO DELICIOUS!”

He’s insistent that it become part of the regular dishes he feasts on

Not because he likes the food specifically It’s because its made by you

And everything made by you is delicious

So delicious he has no choice but to make you make it for him all the time

You can take a break from restoring can’t you

So you can spend more time with him

“Next time I want to make it with you! I bet you look so cute when you’re focused.”

Idia Shroud

“W-what!? Y-you’re not supposed to be making Waifu moves until level 70!”

“H-huh?”

“Er–y-you made this, right? I-I promise to eat all of it. BYE!”

He regretfully will retreat back to his room before you can witness this man lose his mind over it

He drools over it

He squeals while pointing

And he’s letting the infamous scenario play in his mind as he takes a bite

“ ‘Would you like dinner? Or a bath? Or me? Keeee! Just like that! I can’t believe that’ll be us in a few years! I can hardly wait!”

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A Dragon's Love

Warnings: violence, threats of violence, mentions of kidnapping

Chapter 14: The Wrath of Aemond Targaryen

After returning to King’s Landing, and informing the council of Lucerys’s death, he wanted nothing more than to be in Daenys’s arms. He longed to inhale her scent of jasmine and lilies, to hear her soft voice comfort him, after being screamed at by his mother, and yelled at by his grandfather. Thanks to him, the first strike of war had been landed. The greens made the first move.

He took the tunnels to her rooms, and when he entered, he stood there briefly, stunned. Her dresses, her books, her parchments and perfumes, all gone. Nothing of hers was left, except the lingering scent of her in the sheets. With a rage he was becoming more familiar with every passing second, he stormed the council room for the second time that day, jolting them all in surprise, and asked darkly, “Where is she?”

Aegon looked at him confused, while his mother and grandfather exchanged a look. “Where is she?” He yelled, slamming his fists onto the table, as his eye darkened with anger.

“Where is who?” Aegon asked, genuinely puzzled. “Our sister.” He spat, and Aegon sat up in concern. “She isn’t here?” Aegon paled as he said the words, no doubt thinking the worse.

His grandsire rose, and said, “She is safe. She is off acting on behalf of the crown.” Aegon stood, his face serious. “How can she be acting on behalf of the crown? I certainly haven’t sent her anywhere.” He said to the Hand. “Where is my sister, Lord Hand?” Aegon asked again.

“Clear the room.” Aemond addressed the council. They hesitated, glancing back at Otto, then Aemond. “You heard my brother. Clear the fucking room.” Aegon said harshly, his gaze never leaving their grandfather. The men of the council scrambled out of the room, leaving the brothers alone with their mother and grandsire.

“Tell me where she is. Now.” Aemond drew his sword, much to the horror of his mother. “Aemond, please!” She cried out, looking to Aegon desperately, but he ignored her. “She’s on her way North. To wed Cregan Stark.” His grandsire finally said.

Aemond felt his blood run like fire. No, no, he wouldn’t let this happen. She was his, no one else’s

“You grant yourself the power to decide my sister’s marriage without so much as my input? She is sister to the King, and you do not even deem it necessary to inform me of my sister’s departure?” Aegon shouted angrily.

Aemond stood there, in silent rage, his mother watching him fearfully, no doubt praying for her father’s life. Good. She should be. “Your sister knew what she had to do. We need the north’s support, she will do her part to get it for us. I made her understand this, and she is willing to do her duty. As we all must.” His grandsire said stiffly. “Your forget which of us sits the throne, and wears the conqueror’s crown. Get out.” Aegon said lowly. His mother and grandfather looked at him, no doubt in shock to see him actually act like a King for the first time since he was crowned. “Both of you. Get out!” He yelled.

They both walked out briskly, and when the brothers were alone, Aemond said, “I won’t let her marry Cregan Stark.” “I know.”

“Someone else must have known she was leaving.” Aemond mused. They both seemingly thought the same thing, and quickly made their way to Helaena’s rooms.

As they burst through the doors, they saw Daeron, who just arrived, sitting with her, as they talked and played with the children. “Did you know?” Aemond cut them off. Helaena shook her head. “My maid gave me this letter the moment you were spotted returning on Vhagar. It is for me, Aegon and Daeron. This one is for you.” She handed him a letter, where he recognised his sister’s familiar cursive scrawl.

His heart pounded as he opened it, and Aegon sat with their sister to read the other letter. My love,

By the time you read this, I will be on the roads to Winterfell. I want to apologise, for leaving without saying goodbye. I was ordered by your grandsire to not tell any of you, I sense he knew our closeness would prompt unwanted resistance, and he wanted me to leave and secure the North’s support through a marriage alliance as soon as possible. As much as it pains me to admit, he is right. Aegon needs as much support as he can get from the noble houses. I have spent the days since his coronation flooded with nothing but worry and fear for all our lives, helpless to do anything. Do not for a moment think that my leaving has to do with the feelings in my heart changing. This couldn’t be further from the truth. You spoke the truth, brother, when you said the gods made us to burn for each other, together. I realise that now. But I cannot bear the thought that me forsaking my duty means a greater chance of losing our family. Although I am to be Lord Stark’s wife, my heart, my soul, my desires, are forever yours. I pray that the passage of time allows you to forgive me, so that when we meet again, you hold no ill will against me for leaving. I would rather us be apart, but know you are alive, than watch you die knowing I could have prevented it. My darling brother, my love, my dragon. We will meet again soon.

-Your beloved sister,

Daenys.

Aemond let out an angry shout as he punched the wall, making his niece and nephews jump in fear. He didn’t even hear Helaena instruct her maid Diana to take them out to the gardens. Aegon sat across from Daeron and Helaena, the conqueror’s crown off his head, and on the table between them. “What did yours say?” He asked them. “That she’s sorry she left without goodbye, that she loves us all, and is doing her duty to make sure Aegon’s claim is stronger against Rhaenyra. To keep us safe.” Daeron answered quietly, as Aegon seemed to be staring into space.

“She’s always been looking out for all of us. Our whole lives.” Aegon said suddenly, breaking the silence that had descended upon them.

None of them responded. The truth hung over them all as they realised that she was gone, off to marry to try and keep them safe, something she had tried to do all her life. While their grandsire used them as pawns, and their mother often followed his stead, she was there, since they were children, at for every injury in the training yard, every argument, every flight atop their dragons, always with her kind smile and loving heart, even when some of them didn’t deserve it. He remembered when Daeron was first sent to Oldtown, how his little brother cried, and Daenys soothed him, promising to write to him as often as they both could, for just because he would be somewhere else didn’t mean she would forget him. And she never did, writing to him all the time.

Helaena sniffled, crying silently at the reality of their sister being gone all the way North, not knowing when they would see her again, knowing they wouldn’t see her smile everyday, or hear her laugh, watch her fly Meraxa, or play with the children.

Daeron wrapped his arm around their sister, quietly soothing her, and Aemond heard Aegon say, “I couldn’t give a shit about the North’s support. She doesn’t want to marry Stark. Her place is here, and that is where she must stay.” “I’m going to get her back. I won’t entertain this for another moment.” Aemond said, and as he was about to leave and go to mount Vhagar, their mother entered, with a seemingly battered and bruised Ser Arryk.

“Something’s happened.” She said quietly, unable to look at them. Aemond felt his heart clench.

Ser Arryk looked between Aegon and Aemond nervously, as Aegon instructed the man, “Speak.” “My King, I was with the guards escorting the Princess Daenys to Winterfell. We were ambushed, and I was knocked unconscious. When I came to, the Princess was gone.” He revealed.

Aemond drew his dagger, and had the man backed into the wall, his dagger pressing against his throat in a flash. “You mean to tell me, the Princess was kidnapped? Under your watch?” Aemond growled, pressing the knife in deeper, feelings great satisfaction when he saw blood begin to seep through. “Aemond!” His mother shouted, pulling him off the knight.

“This is all your fault!” Aegon shouted angrily at her. “You sent her away, without even telling your King, and now, my sister might be dead, or gods know what else!” He continued.

“Leave, mother. Aegon and I will decide what to do from this point on. If our grandsire so much as lifts a finger, I will cut it off myself.” Aemond warned her. She nodded, and quickly left the room with Ser Arryk behind her.

The siblings were left alone again, nothing but the sound of Helaena’s sobs muffled as she wept on Daeron’s chest filled the room. “I will find her.” Aemond vowed.

As he spoke, the siblings heard Meraxa screeching and roaring out painfully into the sky. “I will rain down Fire and Blood on every man, woman and child in this Kingdom, but I will find her. And whoever took her from me will know my wrath.”

Daenys awoke with a pounding sensation in her head, and she groaned as she sat up in the bed. As her eyes opened, she took in her new unfamiliar surroundings, the walls grey and carved of stone, with rich tapestries adorning the wall. She could hear the waves crashing into rocks outside, so she knew she couldn’t be in Winterfell. Her dress was slightly torn, and she looked in the mirror, and saw bruises on her chest and a cut on her forehead. Where was she? She went to the door, and tried to open it, but it was locked, and she banged on it with her fists, shouting at her unknown captor to let her out. There was no response, and after shouting and screaming for what felt like hours, she gave up, with nothing to show for her efforts but a hoarse throat. She ran over to the window, and saw the ocean stretching out into the distance, and black, sharp, jagged rocks on the ground below her. The door opened, and she turned around to face her captor. “Rhaenyra?” She gasped. “Sister.” Was her cold response. Her sister seemed to have aged rapidly in the days since she last saw her. Her eyes bore dark circles, her eyes red, her skin dull and tired. She wore their father’s crown. “What am I doing here? Where am I?” She asked. “You are on Dragonstone. You are here, because you are a traitor to the crown.” She answered. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your plot to wed Cregan Stark on behalf of our traitorous brother, and win the North’s alliance?” “Sister, please understand-“ “No!” Rhaenyra shouted, angry tears brimming her eyes. “Any kindness and understanding I might have extended to you for our father’s sake died when you stood by our half brother’s side when he stole my crown. They killed my baby, then they took my son!” She yelled, and Daenys just realised the bump of Rhaenyra’s belly had disappeared, and tears filled her own eyes as well. “I’m so sorry, Rhaenyra-“ She began but her sister wouldn’t hear it. “I don’t want your apologises. They took my daughter, then my son. Aegon will pay for this, they all will.” “Your son?” Her mind immediately went to Jace.

Her sister laughed almost manically. “Oh have you not heard? The brother you love so, who dotes upon your every word for all to see, he and his dragon killed my son in the skies above Storm’s End. My son, my Luke,” Her sister wiped away her tears, willing herself not to cry. Daenys approached her carefully, and said as she too wept, “I am sorry for your loss, sister.”

Rhaenyra looked at her with angry eyes, as if stunned at her words, then raised her hand and slapped her, and Daenys felt the stinging sensation as she heard the sound echo throughout the room. “You do not get to mourn him. Or cry for him. You love our traitorous brothers so much, perhaps I’ll send your head back to them. Either way, get comfortable, sister. You aren’t going anywhere.” Rhaenyra said cruelly as she got up and shut the door behind her.

Leaving Daenys alone, with nothing but the pain in her heart and the bruises on her body.

#aemond fanfiction #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #aemond fic #aegon ii targaryen #hotd

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So I just finished Gilmore Girls for the first time and boy, do I have some thoughts:

First of all, I love this show so much. More than I ever thought I would. It’s just so comforting. I totally get it now.

Now, for specifics.

Lorelai:

I love Lorelai. She does make some dumb choices, but in the end, she’s just so loveable and fun, I can’t help but adore her.

Rory:

I do not get the hate I’ve seen for Rory! Yes, like her mom, she makes stupid decisions, but she’s so wonderful. Maybe it’s just because I relate to her so closely, but I love Rory so much.

Luke:

Ughhhh I love love love Luke. He’s so unexpectedly hilarious sometimes?? I did not foresee that when I started. Scott Patterson is also strangely one of the best actors on the show, which I also did not expect. Luke is a gem, we love him.

Luke & Lorelai:

How could you not love these two together? They’re absolutely perfect for each other and the pining, especially on Luke’s part, makes for incredible television. I do think their dynamic kind of lost the really special ‘will they, won’t they’ tension after season 1/2, but I still ship them. So glad they ended up together. When she was still with Christopher near the end of season 7, I got a little worried.

Paris:

PARIS IS GAY. I will accept nothing less. She is queer in some way, whether she’s a lesbian or bi. She had absolutely no chemistry with any of her love interests but so much with Rory. Also she’s just amazing all around. I fucking love Paris. Make her queer, cowards.

Lane:

How could you not love Lane? She’s the absolute shit. Cool, supportive, loyal, and a fucking rockstar. I didn’t mind her with Zach to begin with (even though I thought it was a bit strange how they all of a sudden liked each other), but when they got married and had kids, that was a big nope for me. Lane Kim deserved to be a famous rockstar.

Emily & Richard:

I went back and forth on these two. On one hand, they’re very entertaining characters and I do believe they’re trying to do what they think is best, but on the other, I think in the end they do more harm than good. The way they dismiss Lorelai’s trauma, and completely disregard everyone else’s opinion because they assume they automatically know what’s best, just rubs me the wrong way. Not to mention the manipulation and the going behind people’s backs. I think there should’ve been an arc at the end where they finally listened to Lorelai and acknowledged what they’d done and tried to change for the better.

Sookie:

Melissa McCarthy is great in everything, and this is no exception. She’s so sweet and lovable, and such a good friend to Lorelai. I love her. Plus her relationship with Jackson is just lovely.

Michel:

He’s such a sarcastic bitch and I love him. I think that’s all there is to say.

The Townies and Side Characters:

Kirk - Kirk is maybe the funniest part of the show and such a little sweetheart, I love him so much.

Babette - aka the best neighbour ever. We deserved even more of her and Morey than we got.

Miss Patty - same goes for Patty! We need more Patty!

Taylor - annoying and obnoxious but the show wouldn’t be the same without him. Irreplaceable.

Gypsy - again, we needed more!! Gypsy was so funny and I just wanted more!

April - I love April! She’s so sweet. I don’t, however, like what her arrival did to Luke and Lorelai’s relationship, and I fucking hate Anna.

Christopher - I don’t hate him, but he’s definitely not one of my favourites. I think it would’ve been a lot better if he and Lorelai had just been really close friends, or if he had just been fully out of the picture.

And finally, the boys:

Dean:

FUCK. DEAN. Do I need to say more? He’s a toxic, possessive, asshole and I hate him. He was okay in the beginning, but the ‘50s episode really clinched my hatred for him. Huge nope from me. What a dick.

Logan:

Man, do I hate Logan. Obviously not as bad as Dean, but he’s such a douchebag!! I genuinely cannot stand him or put up with any of his bullshit. I thought he would grow on me as the show went on but no, I only hated him more.

Jess:

Best for last. My love for this man knows no bounds. Obviously the best fit for Rory, I love them together, but also his relationship with Luke is so great. Also, justice for his and Rory’s relationship while they were dating!! Why did we only get to see it when shit hit the fan? They kept mentioning how they were going to hang out, that they were meeting up later on, so why didn’t we get to see any of it? Why did we only get to see them when Jess fucked up? I hate that. I also hate that they didn’t end up together, even when Jess grew and changed and bettered himself. Anyway, I just love him. I could talk about him forever.

A Year in the Life:

They tried to fit 22 episodes worth of Gilmore Girls into 4 episodes, and it didn’t work. The first episode did an okay job, and I did kind of love the last episode (the wedding!), but the middle two were. . . yikes. No theme song/opening titles? No transitions? NO SOOKIE EXCEPT FOR ONE SCENE AT THE END? Michel thinking about leaving the inn and Lorelai being abandoned by both of her friends? No Jackson? Rory being with an engaged Logan? Basically no Jess except for a few scenes, one of which broke my heart? I could go on forever.

That being said, they should make more after the cliffhanger they left us on. I’ll take whatever I can get, even if it’s subpar.

Anyway those are just a few of my many thoughts about this show. I can’t believe I waited until now to watch it. I need someone to talk about this show with so if you see this and want to talk, DM me.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #luke danes #emily gilmore #richard gilmore #paris geller #lane kim #jess mariano #literati #logan huntzberger #lauren graham #alexis bledel #scott patterson #milo ventimiglia #liza weil #keiko agena #sookie st james #melissa mccarthy

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separatist-apologist · 9 months

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Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

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Marry me, Elain.

Lucien’s words hung between them, thicker with each passing second she said nothing at all. Her fingers curled into fists, the engagement ring tucked against one finger. Lucien blinked at her, true fear sliding over his expression.

“Yes,” she said, heart thudding. “Of course, Lucien, I—”

He crushed his mouth to hers before she could utter another word. That was preferable to having to say actual words that were likely to destroy what still felt very fragile between them. It wasn’t lost on Elain that until very recently, she and Lucien had not been friends. In fact, they’d only just begun building a shaky sort of truce a mere day before the bond snapped.

And now everything was happening impossibly fast, backdropped by war. Lucien had gone from loathing her very existence to needing her like the air he breathed and if Elain was honest, she wondered if he’d still want her like he did without the bond.

He’d grown up with parents who loved each other more than life itself, and their mating bond was part of that. Of course he’d romanticize it. Of course Lucien would cherish it. Of course he’d want her above everything else and Elain…well, Elain wanted him too.

But maybe she ought to go to Spring without him. Now that she was thinking about it, and about her mother…Lucien wouldn’t understand. He’d be all smiles, the courtly prince of Day who was beloved by everyone. And her mother was difficult. She wouldn’t be impressed by his good looks, his nice manners, or whatever feelings he had for her.

In fact, Elain suspected her mother would respect him less for all those things. She’d think he should have chosen duty over the mating bond and married someone who furthered his own court rather than someone he was in love with. She needed to think it over—maybe talk to him about what his presence in Spring might mean for them both. Try and get him to understand.

“No,” Elain gasped when his fingers found the laces of her dress. “Lucien I can’t.”

“You can’t?” he breathed, dragging his mouth down her neck.

“Aren’t you a little sore?” she asked him, thinking of the persistent ache between her legs. She was struggling to adjust given the sheer size of him, and the fact that the bond pulled on her need so she couldn’t take a break. Tonight, though, she thought if she could get uninterrupted sleep, she’d feel clearer when she woke. Less tangled up in knots.

“No.”

“I am,” she said and all at once Lucien had released her. Running a hand through his hair, he apologized.

“Elain, I’m so sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “Get in bed with me and tell me something no one else knows about you, Lucien Spell-Cleaver.”

Lucien’s smile was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Genuine, too. Bright as the sun and warm enough to bask in, Lucien very quickly changed into nothing before turning off the fae lights and climbing into bed with her. For a moment, she thought he’d abandon her plan to just talk given he was half erect.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, angling his hips away from her body. “The mating bond…I can be civilized.”

“I know you can,” Elain replied, pressing a kiss against his palm. Lucien drew her against his chest, toying with strands of her hair.

“Something about me no one knows?” he murmured, lips against her scalp. Lucien was so, so bad at being platonic. Elain, too, given her body was responding to his nearness. Elain’s plan to lie to him suddenly felt weighty—he was trying, and she was about to go around him. “I’m afraid of bees.”

Elain turned to look at him. “Bees?”

“Yeah. Mother has a garden of them—and sometimes when you’re out there, I can see them forming a halo around your head and I just watch from afar.”

“The worst they could do is sting you, Lucien.”

He chuckled. “Yes. And I’d prefer to avoid that if I can.”

“I would never have guessed a future High Lord was afraid of a couple harmless bees.”

“Hardly harmless,” Lucien grumbled.

“Tell me something that matters,” Elain murmured, twisting again so she was on her stomach, chin on his chest. Lucien brushed a piece of hair from her face.

“You know that Eris was always after me, trying to figure out if I had the High Lord's magic?” Lucien began, his eyes only on her mouth. It made her giggle, even as Elain nodded her head.

“Yes. I remember quite well how those arguments went.”

Lucien sighed. “Imagine, if I’d never pushed you in the Cauldron, I could have begun courting you the moment you stopped putting ribbons in your hair.”

“What are you talking about? I still use ribbons—”

“You know what I mean,” Lucien said, fingers finding her ribs. Elain exploded with laughter, writhing away from him in an attempt to catch her breath. Lucien didn’t let her get far before pulling her back, his mouth finding hers. It was tempting to melt into him, but Elain wasn’t done with their conversation, even if she knew her attempt to have one quiet night was dangerously close to failure.

“Tell me,” she breathed, raking her fingers through his long, beautiful hair.

Lucien panted, chest rising and falling from the effort it clearly took to keep himself contained. Elain wondered if that sight would ever cease to thrill her. Maybe one day, when the mating bond had settled, Elain would simply laugh the whole thing off.

Maybe not, though.

“I think he wanted to know how much of mothers magic I’d inherited. If I was a threat to him,” Lucien said, flat on his back. He raised a palm and there, as quickly as it took her to draw breath, was warm, licking flame.

“Lucien,” she breathed, mesmerized by the shimmering heat, the sheer Autumn-ness of the magic. He curled his fingers into his hand, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.

“If Beron ever thought she’d given me anything, I think he would have had us both killed. Father knows, and I’m sure he told mother, but no one else. It’s always been a secret.”

“I won’t tell,” Elain promised.

A smile spread over his face. “I know you won’t. I trust you with my life.”

Words spoken so casually, with an easiness that made Elain’s whole body go loose. “You barely know me.”

“I feel like I’ve known you centuries,” Lucien said earnestly. “And it used to infuriate me. Why can’t I get you out of my head, my blood, my mind?”

“Because we’re mates—”

“Because I recognized you on sight,” he breathed, turning to his side so they were nose to nose. His lips brushed her own. “And I’m so incredibly stupid, thinking I could outrun myself. I wanted you long before the mating bond ever snapped between us and my only regret is not giving in sooner. I know what you’re thinking, Elain…and you’re wrong.”

“I’m wrong?” she asked, sliding her hand over his neck. Lucien shuddered.

“Just this one time, you’re wrong. You think I want you because of the bond, but I wanted you before it. Elain, I wanted you so badly it was all I thought about.”

“Because—”

“Because it’s you,” he interrupted softly, kissing her as if that could somehow make her see the truth of things. “Do you think my father only wants my mother because of their shared bond?”

“No,” she admitted.

“If you were awful for me—if I still hated you when it snapped—maybe I’d still want you physically. I’m sure I would. But not like this. Not in my bones, my very soul. And I’d marry you without it. I’d still be in this bed without it.”

“Who knew the Day Court prince was such a romantic,” she teased, blinking away the urge to sob ugly tears into his chest.

“Only you,” Lucien replied with that heart stopping grin. “And if you spread the rumor around, I will viciously deny it.”

“It’s too late. I tell the ladies every morning at breakfast until they’re weeping into their juice.”

“I’m going to kiss you, now,” Lucien informed her, reaching for her face. “And I won’t be held responsible for whatever happens next.”

Elain was still smiling when he made good on his promise, the languid kiss setting her ablaze. So much for a good night's sleep, she told herself. He knew what he was doing with his mouth, tongue sliding into her mouth for a taste. Lucien moaned softly, fingers curling in her hair to hold her still. His other hand found her hip, pulling her closer before laying her flat, his thigh pressed between her legs. It was instinct to grind up into him, dress ruching up so he could see she wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

He moaned again, louder this time.

Something was crowding the edge of her vision, pressing against the back of her eyes. Elain gasped, pulling away without telling Lucien what was coming on. He didn’t understand, licking the column of her throat as his fingers became frantic, tugging at the laces of her gown so she, too, would be naked.

“Lucien—” Elain tried to warn him.

But the vision washed over her and Elain lost herself for a moment.

“Look at me, look at me,” Killain whispered, reaching for Elain’s face. Holding it with a gentleness that could have broken her heart, he added, “Kiss me right now.”

“Killian, I—” Elain was crying. Crying so hard she couldn’t breathe, her heart breaking in her chest. It was a tangible thing, cracking her ribs and bending her spine until Elain had practically melted to the floor.

“Right now,” he ordered, though only desperation tinged his words. Elain looked up into pine green eyes and brought her face nearer until his mouth was mashed against her own. It wasn’t a true kiss—she wasn’t moving, though her eyes closed of their own accord. Even as her body rebelled, her mind obeyed.

Behind her, a voice she didn’t recognize, disembodied in the blackness around her, asked, “What is this?”

“Elain Archeron has agreed to be my wife,” Killian said, pressing his forehead to her own. No one could see her red rimmed eyes, and her heaving shoulders might have been joy. Killian smiled, though there was no happiness to be found standing so close.

“How very fortunate for Spring.”

Elain gasped, shoving at Lucien so hard he tumbled to his back. Scrambling up the headboard, Elain tried to get her bearings. Elain Archeron has agreed to be my wife. My wife. My wife.

“What’s wrong?” Lucien asked, eyes wild, fingers fisted in the blankets. He was crouched, his cock jutting from between his legs. Elain blinked away the urge to scream. She couldn’t tell Lucien what she’d seen.

She needed to simply change it. The future wasn’t written in stone—it was merely a collection of possibilities that could come to pass. She could fix it. Whatever her and Lucien had done wrong to bring that about, Elain could set it right again.

“Lucien,” she said, watching the muscles in his shoulders and back bunch and shift as he crawled up the bed toward her. “Let’s get married right now.”

He frowned. “Now? You don’t want to wait?”

“No,” she breathed, taking his face in her hands. That pain in her chest, her breaking heart—had that been a broken bond? What had happened? How had things gone so terribly wrong? “No, I want to right now. Right now.”

Lucien’s eyes searched her own for a long second. “Get dressed. I’ll have someone wake a priestess.”

And that was that.

Elain scrambled out of bed while Lucien tucked away his erection and began barking orders at servants in the hall.

She would fix whatever went wrong.

Everything was going to be fine.

LUCIEN:

When Lucien imagined his wedding, he’d assumed it would be under a burning Day Court sun. Surrounded by his family, his friends, his people seemed like a given. He’d certainly never imagined walking through the city in the dead of night, clutching his mates hand as he took her to a temple. Part of him wondered if Elain wasn’t pregnant and panicking.

He didn’t dare ask her what had made her want to do things now. In truth, Lucien was relieved. Marriage was far less binding than a mating bond, but still not easily dissolved. There was no way he’d lose her, not when she inked her name on the marriage contract and spoke the words before the Mother, an ordained priestess, and the Prince of Day Court.

Lucien took a breath to steal his nerves, leading her up the marble stairs. Elain didn’t seem nervous at all—in fact, Elain seemed calmer than he’d ever seen her. Certain, which settled Lucien’s fear that something had happened.

And so what if she was pregnant? Sure, he was young and not quite ready to be a father. If it was her, Lucien would raise any number of offspring gladly. He’d do whatever it took, so long as she kept that ring on her finger and announced to Prythian and beyond that he was her husband, her mate—the only person she’d ever loved.

“Ready?” she asked, turning those pretty brown eyes fully on him.

“Born ready,” Lucien lied. He was pretty sure he’d come late, squalling angrily against the bright sun. His father told his birth story that way, at any rate. Grinning, pleased to have been given a son. Lucien wished he was there, offering up advice Lucien swore he didn’t want or need. Had his father, the High Lord, been terrified too?

It wasn’t that he thought it was wrong—nothing had ever felt more right in his life. This was between them. There was no spectacle, just two people in love, and Lucien could appreciate taking this for themselves. Still, he wanted to know how his father had felt when his mother had agreed to marry him. When everything seemed to finally be working out, locking into place. Happiness felt achievable.

And even when the dark haired priestess led them to the very front of the temple, standing them at an altar where stained glass windows depicted the benevolent Mother Goddess tipping over her Cauldron to create the world, he expected something to go wrong. Someone to burst in and stop them, to convince Elain she was making a mistake.

A roaring in Lucien’s ears turned him into a disaster. This was a dream—he was convinced of it. A beaming, glowing Elain watched him with love filled eyes and Lucien kept waiting for him to wake up alone in bed, having dreamt the entire thing. He did managed to wrap that gold ribbon around their wrists, binding them together in the old tradition. And somehow he managed to get his tongue to work, too—Lucien promised to honor and obey and cherish, sliding to his knees the way he was supposed to, hands laid flat in supplication.

Elain did the same, right up until it came time to kneel. Only then did Lucien’s sense return to him. He caught her by the elbows, shaking his head back and forth. Kneeling was nearly exclusively done by females—males might, if they wanted their partners to know their marriage was equal, but it wasn’t required. But for Lucien, who needed Elain to understand that what he felt for her bordered on worship, he would not allow his wife or mate to kneel before him.

Unless, of course, she was putting his cock in her mouth.

“Not you,” he whispered, well aware that one day his father would die and his people would kneel before him. “Never you.”

And that was that. No one could tell him no—certainly not the frowning priestess, who merely continued on, likely thinking there was something wrong with him. Elain was declared Princess of Day, Elain Spell-Cleaver of Rhodes. His wife. Lucien took his time kissing her, not caring they had a witness, not caring that the scent of him was likely to linger for the rest of the day.

“Come on,” Elain whispered, gathering the skirts of her white and gold dress. Lucien couldn’t help but trail after her, eyes locked on the cascade of curls falling to her waist. Mine. You are mine and I am yours.

She grasped his fingers, leading him through the city that now belonged to her by blood and law. Could she feel it? Could Elain feel the hum the same way Lucien could, like a buzz against his skin? A hyper awareness of it, this place, the very land itself? She seemed warmer, a faint glow emanating from her beautiful, tanned skin that he didn’t think had existed before.

The palace was silent when they returned. Lucien, too sentimental for his own good, swept her up with a laugh as she squealed, clinging to his neck like he might drop her.

“This is how things are done,” he lied, though he’d seen it happen in Winter, once. Maybe he’d bring the tradition here, though there was no reason for it other than Lucien wanted to bury his face in her neck. “Are you still tired?”

“Yes,” she said, his pretty little liar. Lucien could smell the arousal coming off her in waves. “I think I’d like to go to sleep before the sun is fully up.”

Lucien made his way to their shared bedchamber, intending to have the rest of her things brought in later that day.

He wanted a crown made for her, too. Something special that belonged solely to Elain—something pretty she could wear when they went back to Winter and Summer…and that he could show off in Spring.

Look at how pretty my wife looks in gold.

Maybe he’d put her in his lap, too, head on his shoulder while he stared Killain down. Elain would kill him for it, but oh. What a way to go.

Lucien closed their bedroom door, locking it loudly. A sly smile fluttered over Elain’s lips, smothered by the time she turned to face him. “If you’re so tired, we should get you out of your dress,” he said.

Elain stepped back for every step forward he took until he had her all but pinned against the footboard. “Let me help,” he murmured, gesturing for her to turn around.

“You can’t control yourself.”

“Sure I can,” he lied, already stiff beneath his ceremonial dress. His mother was going to murder him when some busybody servant told her he’d asked to have it laundered. “I told you, though—no clothes in my bed.”

“Your bed? Dear husband—”

Lucien’s control shredded the moment those words left her mouth. He just needed to touch her, needed to kiss her.

“There he is,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his carefully braided hair. Elain had them undone almost as quickly as Lucien had her dress at her feet, lifting her by the ass so her legs were wrapped around him.

He was beginning to think there would never be an end to wanting her, needing her. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing her to the bed or climbing on top of her. He didn’t care to do anything but kick off his shoes and clothes, throwing them to the floor as the sun began to climb in the sky, drenching the room in bright, sunny gold.

Elain’s nails dug down his back, drawing a sharp moan of pleasure from him even as Lucien thrust into her body. He felt like he was running out of time, even as it stretched ahead of him for an eternity.

Fuck, she was so tight—clamped around him until Lucien could scarcely breathe. He tried, but her tongue was in his mouth, her fingers sliding up his spine to pull at his hair. This was his fantasy, wasn’t it? His mate, so desperate for him she couldn’t think of anything but him? Lucien sometimes thought it was just him so mindlessly needy while Elain blithely went about her day, forgetting he existed until he stepped back into her awareness.

“I love you,” he whispered against her jaw. He just needed to hear her say it.

Marriage wasn’t enough. Mating bonds weren’t, either. He needed her to say it back.

“Lucien,” she breathed, eyes locked on his own. “Of course I love—” her words broke off in a moan as his fingers found the little nub apexed at her thighs and began to rub. He was, as always, his own worst enemy. She would have said it had he not wanted to also feel her come, too.

“You’re mine,” Lucien growled, daring to give voice to the words he was so often thinking. Elain arched, tightening around him before he devoured her cry of pleasure. He was just behind her, pulled so deep he couldn’t remember anything about himself. Not his name, his home, or any thought outside of the writhing female beneath him. When Lucien came, his thoughts were merely a chant of her name— Elain, Elain, Elain.

“Let me cancel my plans,” Lucien breathed, still twitching as his come slid between them, staining the sheets. “Stay here with me today.”

“Yes,” she agreed, canting her hips again. Insatiable was what she was. That was lucky for him, given Lucien couldn’t help the shuddering groan that ripped out of him. “Yes, I—”

“Prince?” a muffled voice at the door sounded more nervous than anything.

“Not now—”

“It’s the…princess?” that same voice continued, uncertain what Elain’s exact title was. “Her sister is here for her.”

Elain scrambled from beneath him before Lucien had a chance to catch his breath. One moment, his cock was warm, the next it was jammed against the sheets.

“Which sister?” Elain asked hurriedly, pulling a dress from the trunk at the end of their bed. Lucien lamented the loss of her bare, flawless skin. At least he’d managed to consummate his marriage, he told himself. Small mercies from the Cauldron, if nothing else.

“Nesta Archeron?”

“Oh, gods,” Elain whispered, sweeping her hair to one shoulder. “Lucien, button me.”

He did as he was told, grumbling all the same. “Make her wait.”

“You don’t know Nesta,” Elain replied, skirting away when he tried to draw her close. “She wouldn’t come if it wasn’t important.”

Elain went to the door, halting as if she’d just thought of something. “When I return, let's finish this. I’ll make dinner. You eat it.”

Lucien’s heart leapt in his throat. “What about the ceremony?”

“We’ll do that, too. But this is just for us.”

He could only nod for fear he might start weeping if he tried to speak. Her expression softened. “I love you, Lucien. So much.”

And then she was gone.

Taking his heart with her.

#elucien #eye know everyone is worried about the upcoming plot but i think theyre gonna be fine #lmao

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mixelation · 11 months

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i dug up a scene i wrote years ago for plasticity re: itachi and shitty fiction. context is that tori is hobbling around from a hip injury while they stay in a small town to figure out their lives. this was written BEFORE i decided icha icha was a Thing which is why there is a bizarre lack of mention of it. because of that, who fucking knows what this scene will look like when i do get to this part

Tori spent the next few days laying in bed and drifting between sleep and absolute boredom. She’d occasionally stagger over to the bathroom and managed to wash herself with a wet towel a few times. The ninja mostly ignored her– Sasori disappeared for a full three days to scope out a place for the sealing ritual– but they would occasionally leave her with cartons of their left-over take-out meals. Itachi brought her a truly terrible novel. No one ever offered to help her to the bathroom, which her pride was secretly grateful for.

She decided against the soldier pills, until Sasori returned and informed her she should be getting light exercise to strengthen her bruised muscles.

“I put them back together,” he said tersely. “You won’t damage them further by walking. I’m not that incompetent.”

So Tori, unsure of how she had accused Sasori of incompetence, popped a soldier pill and went for a walk behind the hostel. It had a tiny, largely unkempt garden, with an algae-covered pond full of koi that were miraculously still alive. Next to it was a bench that looked like it might collapse at any moment, and Itachi was tempting fate by sitting on it.

“That book you gave me sucked,” Tori said by way of greeting. Itachi acknowledged her by turning his head slightly.

“You look like a ghost,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Tori, quite genuinely, and continued with her walk.

When she’d done a full loop around the garden, and then a smaller loop around the pond, Itachi was still sitting there, ankles crossed. She sat down next to him and the bench groaned.

“Do you want it back?” she asked. “The book, I mean.”

“No. I found it in a cafe.”

“Oh, so you didn’t read it?”

“No.”

They sat in silence. The day was still, with little wind to rustle the leaves, and the various conversations going on inside the hostel could just barely be heard. A woman was yelling, angry, while another room was filled with drunk laughter. Next to her, Itachi looked deceptively normal without his cloak. His baggy clothes made him seem too thin, and his posture was loose and relaxed.

“What was it about?” Itachi asked.

“Hmm,” said Tori. “A guy comes into a lot of money and moves to the country. For some reason he’s really good at hiring farm-hands to run his estate, so he makes even more money by relying on those hires. Three outrageously beautiful women fall in love with him and he has to choose one to be his wife.”

“Sounds contrite,” said Itachi, leaning back further into the bench.

“It gets worse,” Tori continued. “Almost two hundred pages in, the author remembers conflict can be fun and there’s some drama where the rich guy starts getting death threats in the mail. But then his childhood crush shows up and that plotline gets dropped for a while.”

“Is she also in love with him?” Itachi asked, the beginning of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

“Obviously,” said Tori.

“And I suppose she’s also outrageously beautiful.”

“Of course. She’s the most beautiful of them all. And we’re three hundred pages in, fifty to go, and I’m thinking– wouldn’t it be a cool plot twist if she was the one sending him threatening letters?”

“That would be quite dramatic,” Itachi agreed.

“I know, right? But then it’s revealed the threats are coming from a previously unknown character, who wants to marry one of the other girls, and he apologizes because he’s finally gotten brave enough to ask her to marry him.”

“And does she?”

“That’s the thing! She does, but first she has to have this whole thing about how the rich dude is still better, but she’s not as perfect as his childhood sweetheart, so she might as well marry someone else. Like nothing any of these other characters do is allowed to invalidate how awesome rich guy is, even if it’s something totally normal like be a woman and not be in love with him.”

Tori had scooted to the edge of the bench by then, gesticulating wildly as she described her distaste for the story to Itachi. He barely moved at all, but did turn his body slightly more towards her to ask, “And that took fifty pages?”

“NO!” She said, waving her arms. “It took like ten pages. Then the rest was their wedding, where everyone we’ve met in this story has to give a speech about how perfect the rich dude and his wife are, and how everyone wishes they could be him. Or fuck him, if they’re women.”

“Terrible,” Itachi said, now smiling. Sort of. There was a slight raise of his lips.

“Yeah,” Tori said, slumping back into the bench. “Anyway, thanks for bringing it to me, I guess.”

“I’ll admit,” Itachi said, “I was hoping it would be about ninja. I quite enjoy civilian takes on us. It’s amusing.”

“I don’t think even ninja could have made that story better,” Tori grumbled, stretching her legs out in front of her. Her hips were sore, and stretching hurt, but in the nice way where your muscles relax afterwards. “Not even ones that cry every time they have to stab someone. Are you saying you didn’t even read the back cover before you decided it was sufficient entertainment for me?”

Itachi glanced at her. “I’ve found reading tiresome recently,” he said calmly.

Tori opened her mouth to ask why, but then shut it. He was losing his vision. She knew that. Even without her foreknowledge, she’d seen him rubbing the corners of his eyes after reading cooking instructions, back at the base.

“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

They sat in silence and Tori stretched her legs some more. She wondered how she’d feel after the soldier pill wore off. If she felt alright, she could see if she could walk into town and get her own dinner that night.

“Maybe,” Itachi said, “you could tell me about the next book you read. You’re very thorough in your explanations about everything wrong in fiction.”

This time there was an actual, macroscopic smile on his face.

“Oh,” Tori said, dumbfounded. She had thought Itachi didn’t particularly care for her. He’d told her to her face to shut up plenty of times, and he wasn’t much for for friendly ribbing like Deidara or Kisame. “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll pick one about ninja.”

Itachi didn’t comment on that. He stood, the smile drifting from ‘barely visible’ to ‘only noticeable if you know the exact line of his poker face.’

“Kisame wants to try a barbecue restaurant tonight,” he said. “You should come, if you can walk.”

He left. She wondered if he realized how ominous he sounded.

#tori hasn't gotten to explain her extremely correct conspiracy theories in depth to itachi yet because he'd come back with #'i like bad romance novels where a missing-nin has been cursed to be a cat'#and tori simply isn't ready for this development and neither are you #fic: plasticity

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cocogum · 11 months

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The Afton kids adoption theory is very dumb. Here’s why.

I never understood the logic behind thinking that William adopted Michael, Elizabeth and the Crying Child for experimenting on them.

Like what makes people think that he took the time of his day to file adoption papers, buy scholarly books, toys, essentials like toothbrushes and clothes and extra food to feed them if the man absolutely despises kids????

People are trying to justify him having kids without putting Mrs. Afton in the picture and that is a load of crap. Just because that woman isn’t around and her name hasn’t been revealed to us, doesn’t mean William adopted three random kids to experiment on them. If he really wanted to experiment on kids without having to go through all the paperwork and human growth process, he would have simply kidnapped three children and kept them in his office. That’s it.

Like, think about it for a second.

The idea of William adopting kids is such a far-fetched theory that it makes William look completely out of character. If he adopted Michael to experiment on him, why would he willingly let him have friends (aka C.C’s bullies) and go outside?

If he adopted Elizabeth to experiment on her, why would he not let her get close to Baby but let other kids get closer?

If he adopted C.C to experiment on him, why would he warn him through the golden Freddy plushie to be wary of his surroundings and promise him that he’ll put him back together?

Also, the idea of the Afton children being humanoid robots (like the Charlie from the Silver Eyes book trilogy) doesn’t make any sense either since we see C.C’s head almost getting crushed to death by Fredbear (before he eventually dies from it), Elizabeth’s whole body getting squashed inside of Baby’s and Michael’s organs and insides getting scooped by Ennard.

But let’s say the Afton children weren’t robots or weren’t being adopted by William to get tested on and used. Let’s say, that William genuinely wanted kids but wasn’t able to get into a relationship with anyone due to him being off-putting (no joke he was described as being a very odd man in the books). If that was true, then how could it have been possible for Michael to have said that the Funtimes mistook him for William if he was only his adoptive son? The Funtimes didn’t know who Michael was at first but once they took a good look at him, they genuinely thought he was his father. If he got adopted by him, then that line of his would have never existed. Since Sister Location confirmed to us that Michael was biologically related to William, that detail also helps us to confirm that C.C is also related to William due to Micheal and C.C having some physical similarities like their iconic brown hair and their skin colour (grown-up Michael’s skin becomes more similar to C.C’s). As for Elizabeth, she has the same accent as her father and oldest brother which confirms that she got her looks from her mother (their accents are very important for this part since they all live in Hurricane Utah so the chances of finding other british accents in the 1980s in that area is very improbable).

The adoption theory is literally one of the worst fnaf theories I have ever heard in the entire community. And that is saying a lot if you’ve been a fan since 2014.

The man simply got married, divorced his wife after the bite of 83 and got to keep his remaining kids due to having won the lawsuit against his wife. (Proof of the lawsuit scene was in the Security Breach retro CDs if you don’t remember) .

It’s as easy as that. William never adopted for experimentations. If he did, his energy and time being wasted on three experiments wouldn’t have made sense if all he wanted from them was remnant. William also never adopted for the faint of heart since his children got his and his wife’s looks. And finally, William never built his children because their deaths proved they were actual humans.

There were no indications, proof or evidence in the games and books that suggested the Afton children were adopted by William. If anything, there were much more to say about the children being biologically related to him rather than the opposite. This theory had way too many plot holes and more questions than answers that it might as well just turn itself into a headcanon for the fans to enjoy.

#the fact that this theory only gives more proof that Mrs Afton is canon is amazing #since the people who made the theory tried to prove that she wasn’t real #of all my years of being in the fandom I have not once heard of this theory circulating around until this year #im not joking I literally just heard of this theory during this exact month that I’m writing this #but then apparently I checked Reddit and this theory has been talked about for OVER 5 YEARS AGO WHAT THE HELL-#fnaf william afton #fnaf william #fnaf #fnaf afton #fnaf aftons #five nights at freddy's #afton #william afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #crying child #the crying child #evan afton #fnaf meta #fnaf michael afton #fnaf elizabeth afton #fnaf evan afton #fnaf evan #fnaf micheal #fnaf elizabeth #fnaf afton family #fnaf rant #fnaf books #fnaf games #fnaf theory

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