#i was looking at got scene with either him or dany in it

[littleadaline]

Broken Record [P.G6] [Part II]

Warning: previous mention of infidelity?

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m finding it a bit wordy and lengthy, so I’m sorry if it is lacking clarity in some parts.

Part I

——————————————————————————

A year had passed since your breakup. Things had changed, you had changed, but most importantly, you healed. Your internship turned into a full time job, at a place where you felt yourself grow professionally and creatively.

“Got a minute?” Andrea, your team manager knocked on your door.

“I was just heading out for lunch. What’s up?”

“Dani called out sick for the next few days, so he won’t be the one to cover today’s photoshoot. I was wondering if you would like to give it a shot. Your task shouldn’t be too different than what you do on paper.” Andrea handed you a file.

“Yes! I’d love to give it a try. What time is the shoot?” You took the file from her, skimming through the general details.

“From 14:00 to 16:00. There will be an interview part in the middle, so count this as your lunch break. The company will have a buffet on set, unless you wish to buy your own food, which shouldn’t be a problem. With that said, the shoot starts in 30 minutes, so I advise you to head down to the 3rd floor to make sure everything is going accordingly.” Andrea said to you, closing the door behind her.

Grabbing the file previously left in your hands, you left your office towards the 3rd floor. The subject of today’s shoot wasn’t mentioned on file, which only meant it was either going to be a group or a high profile person. The door of the elevator opened, and a scene of chaos welcomed you.

“What is going on?” You asked on the technicians, setting down your bag on the table.

“The backdrop won’t hold, it keeps falling down. Some of the makeup artist’s makeup has been damaged in transport. And Marta can’t complete the makeup without the product.”

“What kind of makeup?” You rummaged through your bag.

“Some face powder. She says Pablo Gavi will be too shiny without the powder.”

Your blood ran cold upon hearing his name. You clutched at your powder before walking over to the makeup station. There he was, sitting his back to you. His hair was longer, his arms bulkier and his shoulders broader. He had definitely changed in that year.

“Marta, here’s the powder you inquired about. Just slip it back in my bag once you’re done.” You handed her the container, avoiding eye contact with Gavi. “Javier, for the backdrop, just use the sandbags in storage to tie it down. We’ll have the players stand on a platform instead. Everything should be in storage. Have Omar help you out.”

You shot a text to Andrea, informing her of the issues you ran into and how you fixed them. You wished she had warned you that Gavi would be at the shoot.

“Y/N…” An all too familiar voice disrupted you.

“What can I help you with?” You tried to keep a professional attitude.

“How have you been? It’s been a year.” You didn’t want to face him.

“Really, Pablo? You want to do this now? At my workplace?” You said through gritted teeth. You finally turned back to face him. You had to contain your surprise when you saw his face. He looked different…better. More mature to be exact.

“We never really got the chance to talk things out. You just… left.”

“I left for a reason, Pablo. I left because you couldn’t be bothered to treat me as an equal in the relationship we had. I left because I was tired of being treated liked a maid in my own house. I left… because despite everything I did to save our relationship, you still went out and cheated. I left because your sister and your friends defended your behaviour instead of calling you out. This…us wasn’t working out.” You sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was explain your decision.

You left Pablo unable to answer and headed back to the table where you had left your bag. Soon, the rest of the scheduled team for today’s shoot rolled out. You recognized Pedri and Frenkie, shooting them a quick smile before focusing back on your computer screen. The first hour rolled by and you were packing up your things for lunch when a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry. That’s what I’ve trying to say,” You turned back, surprised at the words. “I promise you this isn’t an effort to get back together, but I felt like you deserved an apology… for my lack of involvement in our relationship, my dishonesty, and lack of faithfulness. After you left… I mean you must’ve seen the headlines-” You had read the headlines about Gavi’s behaviour. Slacking at work, always late, uninterested.

“I thought I would be able to deal with it on my own, but I was wrong. Pedri made me go see a therapist, he forced me.” You chuckled, sitting back down in your chair. “She taught me how my behaviour was causing distress to you, and why it led to us breaking up. I channeled the anger of my injury on our relationship. I am…sorry. You deserved a partner that showed up for you, listened to you, treated you with respect. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person.”

“Gavi, I… Thank you.” Was all you could come up with. You hated that it took you guys breaking up for him to wake up, but you were glad to have this closure after all this time. Your heart softened at the sight of him after his confession.

“I’ll…um leave you be.” Gavi awkwardly said, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Unbeknownst to you, Pedri and Frenkie had caught the scene. After your lunch break, something inside the room had shifted.

“Is everything alright for the second part of the shoot?” You asked Javier. The man’s face soured at your question. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What?”

“One of the models fell sick during the players’ interview. We’re going to have to change the whole sequence of the pictures, which is going to take some time to figure out. And the boys can’t stay too late either.”

“One thing! I need one thing to go right today!”

“Why don’t we have Y/N do it?” A voice spoke up behind you. Pedri was standing there, water bottle in hand and a smug look on his face.

“What? No. No. I am not made for modelling.” You rejected his idea.

Marta, Javier, Oscar, Pedri, and Frenkie gave you a look that suggested otherwise. You were made for.

“I can have you done with hair and makeup in 15 minutes.” Marta suggested.

“What will I lose aside from my personal integrity?” You sarcastically answered. “Fine, but I want to be done with this as soon as possible.” Marta whisked you away as soon as you were done talking. She sat you down in her chair before pulling your hair out of its bun. She played around with the curler until she was satisfied, showing you the final result with a huge grin on her face.

“You look so hot with this.” You blushed at her compliment, getting ready to get out of her chair, when she pushed you back down. “Uh uh, we’re not done yet. We’re missing a few touches of makeup.” Marta had you done in under 15 minutes, as promised. Looking at your reflection, you couldn’t recognize yourself. Your eyes nearly shined, your cheekbones and eyebrows features beautifully highlighted by Marta’s skillful touch. Marta led you to the changing rooms, handing you the silk dress and heels for the shoot.

“Que linda…” Marta said as you emerged from the changing room. She walked you back to the shoot, the crews’ jaw dropping as you walked into the room. Pablo couldn’t help but stare at you.

“Alright Y/N, I just need you to step on the platform right here. Oscar help her out please.” Oscar held your hand as you walked to the platform. “It was Pablo’s turn, so please step forward on the platform.”

“Oh wait, no-” but Gavi had already walked up to the platform. He was standing in front of you, shoulders back, a small smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. If you’re not comfortable you can step out of this. No hard feelings.” He said apologetically.

“It’s fine, Gavi. I can be professional.”

Oscar helped you pose for the first pictures, manipulating you and Gavi’s bodies. As the minutes went by, you felt yourself relax, the thought of the shoot being almost over comforting you. That was… until the photographer asked you and Gavi to be more intimate. Given your history, you were conflicted. To your surprise, so was Gavi.

“I don’t know if Y/N is comfortable with this.”

“I… Can we keep it low-key? Like maybe just like posing together… really close?” You suggested.

“That works fine. Pablo, place your left hand on her waist. Your right hand on her jawline, below her ear.

Y/N, both your hands will go on his chest, your left one slightly higher please.” Posing along, you could feel Pablo’s abs underneath his shirt. You could cut the tension with a knife, your heart rate quickening by the second. Pablo’s grip tightened on you, a breathless moan leaving your lips. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, the faint layer of gloss Marta had applied mesmerizing you. You missed the taste of his lips, how they moulded with yours, their warmth.

You were ready to throw your morals out the window if it meant kissing Gavi one more time. His eyes shifted to you, his gaze drawn to your painted lips. He wanted to smudge the lipstick; wishing to see your makeup ruined by tears as he tore into you.

“Gavi…” you sighed.

“Y/N…tell me I’m not alone.” He begged, his voice quivering.

“We can’t, Gavi. Not with our history.” You looked down. The faint smell of his perfume was messing with your mind, your thoughts racing like a free horse. “Fuck it.” You said before grabbing Gavi by the neck, crashing your lips into his. A wave of gasps could be heard across the room, along with Frenkie and Pedri’s chuckles. Pablo pulled you in closer, one hand settled in your hair. His other hand pushing you flush against his chest.

After your stunt, the photographer showed you the pictures, glazing over the one’s of you and Gavi’s kiss.

“We obviously will not print these ones, but if you want a personal copy, send me an email. I didn’t know you were dating Pablo Gavi. Congrats on keeping it as tightly secured as you did.” The photographer told the both of you.

“Oh we’re not-” Pablo started, but was quickly interrupted by your words.

“We’re giving each other a second shot.” You shot a playful glance at Gavi, who was starstruck.

#pablo gavi #barca #barcelona #fc barcelona #gavi #gavi imagine #gavi one shot #gavi x yn #gavi x reader

[writingsofwesteros]

Daenerys begins to wonder why their brother would request Aelyra's presence every night because of "his room being cold", when he could simply put on a fire. She denies the thought that her sweet older sister could be warming him in other ways. He hates them and her twin's a proper lady... right? Perhaps it's Viserys trying to show some kindness towards her because of Daenerys's impending marriage...?

Her delusions come crashing down when she decides to bathe a bit earlier before the Khal arrives, wanting time to prepare herself and mask her emotions. She's so lost in her mind, she doesn't hear the sound of water splashing nor the low moans from the already occupied room. Daenerys walks in to see Aelyra's top propped up on the ledge of the in ground tub while Viserys shoves her lower half against the wall with every thrust from behind. Aelyra's sure to be sore later, but she can never refuse Viserys these things, especially when she enjoys it so much.

Dany's mouth just falls open as she watches her twin's face and sees how rough Viserys is being with her. Her face warms as she listens to their loud moans and grunts, along with the sound of the water splashing around as their hips meet frantically. She quietly steps back to observe the situation, feeling jealousy start to cloud her mind. Daenerys watches Viserys pound into their sister, her beautiful breasts Dany got to see less and less often scraping against the stone, drawing louder noises out of her mouth.

Viserys surprises Dany when he pulls Aelyra up by her neck, making her back straighten against his front as he continues working his length into her as deep as he can. He smiles at her before kissing her deeply and spitting in her mouth once he pulls away. Dany watches in disbelief as Aelyra seems to like it, swallowing it down and shrieking as it somehow helps bring her over the edge. Daenerys's hungry eyes zero in on her twin's spasming body and tits that continue bouncing from the depravity down below. Dany can't help but feel lucky for stumbling upon this scene, particularly when she thinks about how this might be the first and last time she gets to see Aelyra's body on display like this.

Viserys continues to hold her to him as he chases his own high, slapping her ass to feel more vibrations against his cock. Aelyra throws her head back on his chest, their eyes meeting and he just absolutely explodes inside her. He lets his dick pump her full of cum before slapping her ass playfully. "You were being such a good girl until the end, you know how i get when you look at me like that..." he nuzzles his face against hers softly, resting his head on her neck now. "What do you say? Have we "filled this tub with luck" as you'd hoped? I don't see how this will help your sister, but I won't complain."

Aelyra just nuzzles back against him before her face flushes even more. "I may have made that up, but perhaps it will bring her fortune in her own future pregnancy." Daenerys can feel her heart stop when she hears that. Aelyra is pregnant? Right when Dany has to go away and she hasn't even told her? Daenerys can't stand another moment of her cruel brother being sweet to her twin, as if he didn't mistreat up until them just months ago. It almost feels soemewhat sacrilegious seeing him behaving this way. It was almost like he loved and cared for Aelyra, his smile bigger than it's ever been.

👑👑👑

Dany refuses to speak to either of her siblings, beyond what's necessary, though she feels bad for Aelyra. It's not her fault Viserys forced himself on her and corrupted her in the process. They leave all with the Dothraki and Dany can't help but feel happy that Viserys traded her for a crown. At least she can see Aelyra for now... prehaps even meet her sister's child, though she's not too eager about it still.

On the third day of her being wed, Daenerys hears louder cheers than normal from the Dothraki. She leaves her tent, only to find a circle forming around Aelyra as she bounces herself on Viserys's cock right next to the other Dothraki fucking & fighting on the ground. Khal Drogo makes Dany sit on his lap as he watches the Targaryen siblings and laughs loudly when one of his men jokingly tell him they gave him the wrong sister, as Aelyra "is likely as good at riding horseback as she is riding dick". Dany can't help but feel amazed as her previous thoughts about her siblings' relationship are proven wrong in front of everyone.

Daenerys feels like a pervert when her hips begin moving around and nipples harden from the sight. Drogo just laughs more, teasing her in his own tongue about how she's "hot for her twin sister." She may not understand a word he said, but she got the gist and though it shamed her, it only served to make her wetter. Daenerys straddles Drogo reverse cowgirl so she can keep her eyes on Aelyra, but makes no move to leave the Khal's lap. Drogo takes that as a sign and pulls her hips against his to rub his monster cock against her clothed pussy. They rut against each other, both enamored by the show being put on.

One of the Dothraki women get close to Aelyra, making Viserys almost get up to fight until he sees her attach her lips to Aelyra's protruding nipples. Aelyra cries out loudly, holding the woman's head to her tits as she starts orgasming. The woman rubs her stomach gently, loudly proclaiming the Dothraki word for pregnant to Aelyra in her excitement. Aelyra just smiles, nodding at her as she clings tighter to the foreign woman.

Daenerys watches as the tits she used to bury her own face in get sucked on by a stranger. The Dothraki woman adds to Dany's jealousy and pleasure, her hips moving faster against her new husband. She wishes she were her. It must be nice being able to fuck without shame; whenever, wherever and with whoever you want. Cheers ring out as Aelyra's news gets spread and they watch her body shudder in pleasure. The twins' orgasms hit fully around the same time, making Dany miss the view of Viserys' cream dripping from her twin sister.

Though if tonight is anything to go by, Daenerys would have plenty of chances to see it all again.

!!!!!!!!!!! OBSESSED !!! Dothraki and their public displays, thank you! I adore how Daenerys is so jealous ..oh i bet she loved the times they were sharing the bed. Poor Aelyra is just lost to the pleasure; you know he was whispering dirtily in her ear to get her to preform such acts.

#adore you #a debt to pay #i bow to you #the hottest!!! #👑💀 anon

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1C, MATCH 3 OUT OF 8!

Causes of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Tara Maclay

Cause of Death: Shot in crossfire

Propaganda:

Ok so idk if she actually counts but I'm submitting her and please throw her out if not. Here's why I think Tara was fridged: the sole purpose of her death was to further the plot and cause pain to other characters. Now, because it's Buffy, these other characters were women. So her death was only to cause pain to her girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? They were broken up but mending) Willow, cause her to relapse into magic, and then make her essentially the big bad of the season. All of this was then to cause Buffy, the protag, to have to fight her best friend and be told she needed to either stop her or kill her. So while Buffy and Willow are both women, Tara's death was solely to cause them pain as significant other and protagonist and to further the plot. (It's also bury your guys and Joss Whedon sooooo). Tara literally was killed sloppily for no other reason than as a plot device in a desperate "well we already killed our protag and brought her back to life, how do we raise the stakes from here" ploy necessitated by crappy writing. If she doesn't count, again please throw her out, but I feel like she counts as fridging esp when looking at how Joss Whedon rights Buffy in this season to essentially bc a self insert of man pain but as a woman.

this is the only lgbt example I can think of but it definitely counts imo. link to death scene here (scene starts a minute into the video, with obvious trigger warnings for death and blood and gunshots): https://youtu.be/01NxsKojYyM?si=dxZvcvOhp3x6S8ha

Stuffing a woman in the fridge is one thing, but stuffing a queer woman who was one half of a beloved same-sex couple on a TV show famous for its strong female characters for the sake of drama while enforcing negative LGBT+ stereotypes in the process is really something else.

Her girlfriend, Willow essentially plays the role of the man in the relationship. Tara dies to facilitate her villain arc. Xander is also sad about her death and he is a man.

Mako Mori

Cause of Death: Exploded in a helicopter

Propaganda:

The Mako Mori test has been proposed as a "better" version of the Bechdel Test (which I'm well aware of the bechdel tests point and common misuse) she has a full, rich arc that is not romance oriented in the first movie. Also she pilots a giant robot. In the second movie she's textbook definition fridged.

Daenerys Targareon

Cause of Death: Stabbed by her lover for becoming a tyrant

Propaganda:

I'm just. I can't believe she hasn't been submitted yet. Classic example of end game fridging, where she *had* to be killed by her male lover to bring him pain and Man Tears TM. Clearly it effects him (sad) more than her (dead). Now obv Dany had a whole plot prior to this, but her death itself is such a classic example of fridging that I have to submit her, it legit only happened for a stupid "plot" to bring Jon ManPain. It was a death so stupid that GOT, what once was a cultural touchstone, isn't talked about except in how bad the end was

#wasted women poll #round 1 #round 1c #tara maclay #buffy the vampire slayer #mako mori #pacific rim #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones #game of thrones tv #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #polls

[greenhikingboots]

Jon’s Pre-Canon Crush

Okay, Jonsa fam. I’ve seen a lot of great posts, especially in the last few months, about Jon’s reactions to Val. Among them, there’s one particular vein I like to assume everyone loves as much as I do. That is, when Jon thinks of Val’s hair as silver vs. when he thinks of it as the color of dark honey. You’ve seen those metas, right? They explain the likelihood of Jon’s future connection to Dany being negative — The air tastes cold. / My tongue is too numb to tell. All I taste is cold. — while his future connection to Sansa will be positive — It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Well, in this post I want to expand on the angle of Val-is-sometimes-a-stand-in-for-Sansa. Only, I don’t want to speculate on what will happen between Jon and Sansa in the future, if we ever get GRRM’s last two books. Enough people have already done that, and they’ve done it so wonderfully that I have little to add. Instead, as the title of this post says, I want to focus on Jon’s pre-canon crush. More specifically: I want to focus on what Jon’s thoughts and feelings about Val say about his thoughts and feelings about Sansa.

But let me lay some groundwork first, okay? Until a few weeks ago, I went back and forth on pre-canon crush theories. I agreed they held a lot of potential and were a lot of fun to daydream about — a great premise for a one-shot, to be sure! Oh, and I’ve always loved it when people said things like, “Hey, Jon, your Targaryen is showing.” That’s classic stuff. But did I really think GRRM meant to hint at prior feelings rather than just laying a foundation for future feelings? Again, until a few weeks ago, I wasn’t totally convinced either way. But now I am fully committed to the Pre-Canon Crush Camp, assigned to cabin Jon-Had-Feelings-for-Sansa. [Did Sansa have feelings for Jon too? Ummm maybe? I think there’s some evidence to support that, but not as much. But, hey, that’s not the point of this post. Sorry. Moving on.] So what changed? Well, basically some ideas I’d previously had sunk in on a deeper level. It started with this post from @sherlokiness. It talks about GRRM commenting on a discrepancy in the books, two occasions where Jeyne Westerling’s physical descriptions do not match up. GRRM said the discrepancies were a mistake, a really unfortunate one because it distracts from the times when he intentionally included discrepancies of physical appearances. And basically us Jonsas loved it. Like, “Yep! Make sense! We assumed as much already, Mr. Martin.” And that’s because of the canon line mentioned earlier, right? You know the whole thing, don’t you? Oh, but you want me to quote it here anyway? Okay, fine, I’ll oblige.

They [Ghost and Val] look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white [bleh, bleh, bleh] …but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Direwolf. Lots of white. Suspicious ellipses. Blue eyes. Long braid the color of dark honey. Right, okay, got it.  [BTW. Did you know there’s also a point, early on, where Val’s described as having high cheekbones? You know, a feature Sansa has as well!?!?] Anyway, when I saw sherlokiness’s post about GRRM’s comments and the Jonsas relating it to that canon scene with Ghost and Val, I reblogged it. Naturally. And in the tags I said something like, “I’ll have to double check but I’m pretty sure the willowy creature line comes after this line. As in, maybe Jon knew exactly who Val reminded him in that moment and he was trying to talk himself out of his pre-canon crush coming back to the surface.” I’m paraphrasing here. My tags were probably not as clear as that. Also, I was being a bit facetious. It was a thought I’d had before, but just a passing one. Again (AGAIN! Do I say that too much?), I’d been going back and forth about pre-canon crush theories for a long time. But @agentrouka-blog saw my tags and was like, “You might be onto something there.” And then @zimshan saw my tags too and did the double check for me. Thanks! And guess what? GUESS WHAT, JONSA FAM!? I was right about the order. First, Jon sees Ghost and Val, thinks her eyes are blue and her hair is like dark honey, and it is a lovely sight. Second, this line:

Val looked the part [of a princess] and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

But guess what else? The order isn’t even the most striking thing. The most striking thing is how closely these two lines appear to one another — within just a few pages!!! That's what zimshan said. So I went back to read it myself. Not just the two lines to check the order, but a little before, and a little after, and everything in between. If you want, you can do the same. It’s ADWD Jon XI.

Want to know what stuck out to me most? The willowy creature line actually seems… so odd, and out of place, and unnecessary. I swear to you. Let me try to explain.

Basically, by that point in the chapter, Jon has already clearly established his take on Val. She’s beautiful, everyone knows it, but she’s more than that. She’s strong and capable. She found Tormund and brought him back to Castle Black when Jon’s Night’s Watch Rangers couldn’t manage it. Like, Jon’s thankful for Val, okay? 

Oh, and he also seems aware that he holds her in higher regard than the rest of the men who keep calling her a princess even though she’s not one. I think he feels smug about it, to be honest. Like, he wouldn’t use these words because it’s ASOIAF, but he knows he’s a budding feminist and he’s proud of himself for it. Like, “I’m so much better than these asshats who don’t respect women and think all Val has to offer is her pretty face.”

How great is that? I love book Jon so much.

Where was I, though? Oh! Oh, oh, oh! This next part is key. Up until the willowy creature line, Jon has not had a single disparaging thought about Val. Val being cruel about Shireen’s greyscale hasn’t happened yet. But for some reason — *Getting too executed. Brain malfunctioning!*

AH! I SWEAR JONSA FAM! If you read the willowy creature in fuller context, it comes across as if Jon’s correcting himself for having a disparaging thought about Val, like he’s reminding himself of who she truly is. She’s a warrior princess, not a willowy creature. But like, why? Why does Jon feel the need to do this? He hasn’t had a disparaging thought about Val, so why correct himself as if he has?

Just because she’s beautiful? Just because he’s tired of other men calling her a princess? I mean, I guess that could be the whole story. That’s certainly how we’re supposed to take it, if we’re taking it at face value. But I’m not convinced. Go read it again, and I think you’ll see that when the willowy creature line happens, it actually feels like a weird logic leap.

The dots aren’t connecting because one dot is missing!!!! Let me put a pin in that for a moment while I turn to other mini metas in our Jonsa fandom. Antis like to say, “Jon doesn’t like girls like Sansa. He doesn't like willowy creatures, he said so himself.” But we know that’s crap, right? The boy who liked Ygritte’s gentle side? The boy who helps Alys Karstark by marrying her to Sigorn? The boy who dreamed his mother was a highborn lady with kind eyes? The boy who wanted to show his hypothetical wife Winterfell’s glass gardens and bath with her in the hot pools?

Yeah, that boy is a budding feminist, like I said.

So again I ask (AGAIN!) why would Jon — who is not especially critical of women in general and has not been critical of Val at all up to this point — feel the need to correct himself by thinking this critical thing about willowy creatures? In other words, why does he lift up Val by putting down some vague idea of other women he’s never had a problem with before?

Well, obviously it turns out that I believe my facetious, tongue in cheek tags more than I realized when I wrote them. My position is that somewhere in the two pages between ...a long while since Jon had seen a sight so lovely… and ...not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair… Jon realized Val reminded him of Sansa, he felt guilty and ashamed about it, and then felt the need to do damage control. And because guilt and shame are icky, confusing feelings, his damage control took the form of being critical of Sansa even though he isn’t normally critical of such women. 

Am I making sense? How do I explain myself further? Like, why am I so stuck on this idea Jon’s willowy creature line being two pages after the Ghost and Val looking lovely together line must mean Jon had a pre-canon crush?

I think the crux is what I said about the willowy creature line feeling like a weird logic leap — like the dots aren’t connecting because one is missing. The missing dot is Jon being aware that he’s mentally swapped Val with Sansa. He just doesn’t acknowledge this on the page.

Let me be extra clear. I’m now differing from several others who have written about pre-canon crush theories in that I think Jon was aware of his crush. I’ve seen many say it’s all subconscious. But this stuff with Val makes me think otherwise.

I mean, I know Jon has a pattern of dissociation. For him, thinking, and speaking, and acting from his subconsciousness is a common occurrence. So, yes, he could have subconsciously thought Val looked like Sansa and subconsciously felt guilty and ashamed and therefore subconsciously decided to do damage control by subconsciously reminding himself Val is a warrior princess and therefore not a willowy creature.

But I think GRRM was hinting at an exception to Jon’s pattern with these canon lines. Because if the first part is happening subconsciously — Jon thinking Val looks like Sansa and that it’s a lovely sight — then he wouldn’t feel the need to do damage control afterwards? If he wasn’t aware of thinking of Sansa in that moment, isn’t it more likely he’d just carry on with taking Val to meet Selyse, and the odd, out of place, unnecessary line about a willowy creature wouldn’t have been included? What else, what else?

I said earlier that I think Jon’s crush is an innocent, not sexual thing. Let me expand on that. And uuuuuhhhhh... let me clarify that I think that might be changing some over time.  My guess is when Jon was younger, his thoughts were more along these lines: “Sansa is pretty, and a proper lady, and everything men are taught to want. She’ll be a good wife for someone someday. Obviously not me. That’s sinful, I don’t want it, and I’m a bastard so I can’t marry a highborn lady anyway. But objectively, Sansa’s a good catch.” Which kinda matches how Jon thinks of Val at times, right? Like, she’s a catch but he doesn’t want her. He’s not taking Winterfell and a Wife because Winterfell belongs to Sansa and he’s a man of the Night’s Watch, dammit! But hang on a second. Sometimes Jon’s thoughts about Val are more elicit, aren’t they? He thinks about the size of her breasts and she’s the hypothetical wife he pictures romancing in Winterfell. Don’t worry, I’m not saying I’m secretly a Jon/Val shipper. What I’m getting at is this other thing we’ve talked about in the Jonsa fandom. Jone projects his general desires onto Val. He’s getting older. He’s unhappy at the Wall. Winterfell isn’t Robb’s like he thought it would be, and Bran and Rickon are thought to be dead. And Stannis is offering Winterfell and Val to him. Plus he’s now been intimate with a woman, Ygritte. So he knows that sex feels nice. All in all, Jon’s becoming more in tune with wanting Winterfell, and a wife, and a family, and wanting to fu—

You get the idea. ;)

Soooooo. If you buy into the premise that A) Jon considered Sansa a good catch when they were younger B) He’s thinking more and more about romance and sex C) Val is also a good catch and easy to project feelings onto and D) Woopsies, Val just reminded me of Sansa! Well, then where does all that leave Jon? Feeling like he needs to distance himself from positive thoughts about Sansa, right? But without ever thinking her name because of his pattern of dissociation and because GRRM is tricky like that.  Am I making my point clearer, or just talking in circles?  Like, I know plenty of people have already said Val is a switch-back-and-forth-stand-in-for-other-characters. The first two short paragraphs of this post mentions those metas.  But holy smokes! If Jon is aware of A-D mentioned above, that adds a fascinating layer of subtext to his scenes with and thoughts about Val.  Let’s talk about it forever!

Just kidding. I think I’m almost done here.  Basically, I think the willowy creature line is Jon knowingly saying to himself, “Yikes, the thoughts I had about Sansa in the past didn’t bother me much because they were 99% innocent. But they are less innocent now and that’s a problem! You can’t like Sansa! Don’t confuse Sansa with Val,  dummy! Val is a warrior princess! Sansa is a willowy creature and willowy creatures are bad!”

Okay, sure, Jon.  Let me wrap up with one more canon line.

Of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

We often link this line to Ygritte for obvious reasons, but I’m now in the habit of linking it more to Val and the canon lines mentioned previously. I think GRRM wrote a the three lines — a sight so lovely + willow creature + of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat — as a subtle continuation of one another. Us Jonsas saw the potential for underlying romantic feelings in the last one, that’s nothing new. But I want to add that it’s a direct contrast to the willowy creature line. As Jon is bleeding out, he can no longer be bothered to put up a front and pretend he doesn’t have feelings for Sansa, feelings that have gotten more complicated as of late.

Oh so subtle. Really not that much different than what others have said before me. But different enough I wanted to mention it. Now someone put it in a fanfic!!

#jonsa #jonsa meta #jonsa pre-canon crush #did this make sense? #it's a blur #i almost gave up on writing it #but people seemed interested #so i hope i don't sound like a crazy person

[thisismysecondrodeo]

hi! <3 i started watching ted lasso recently and fell into the fic reading pit and i came across your blog. i just have to say that operation seduce ted and game on were absolutely masterpieces and nearly KILLED me.

i wasn’t sure if you take requests or if they were open, but i did see some on your masterlist so i thought i’d just drop by with an idea - feel free to ignore me if you’re not taking requests right now though! basically, i am DYING to read some facesitting with ted. i have scoured both ao3 and tumblr and i’m yet to find a fic for it haha. just seeing how you write ted going down on the reader and how much he gets off on it, i figured you’d be the perfect person to give it a go? i’m thinking the reader is super hesitant at first when ted suggests it, but he soon wins her around, especially with the feel of that amazing moustache 🫠

AN: I could right like 5 fics set in this showers and honestly it took me a while to decide between Ted/Reader, Ted/Roy, and Ted/Trent (I think someone else has already written Roy/Trent!) but I got this request and knew EXACTLY what to write lol. But I would be remiss if I didn't recommend Chapter 3 of CatfishKid's Going Down because it is my favorite Ted Lasso facesitting fic even though it's unfinished lol

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Himbos Briefly Mentioned, Season 3 Episode 2 Shower Scene is constantly on my mind, facesitting, Smut, Dirty Talk, graphic description of p-in-v sex

Fic Masterlist

-

You weren’t usually in the locker room during the game, as the trainer you were either on the side of the pitch or in the training room. But after watching Dani take a ball to the face you knew he would never come find you so you decided to find him during the half just to make sure he was okay. You were a consummate professional as you looked over Dani’s uninjured face, only cutting your eyes over at Ted once or twice. 

You would be mortified if anyone knew about your schoolgirl crush on the gaffer and you’d mostly managed to keep it under wraps. But every time your eyes met you couldn’t deny that the handsome, mustachioed man made your insides flip upside down. You didn’t think he felt the same—the man was friendly to everyone—but you’d had more than a few moments alone after hours, chatting and laughing in his office or walking to the Crown and Anchor that you couldn’t help but harbor some hope that the feelings were requited. 

You were about to leave the men to discuss strategy when Trent Crimm slipped in. The room fell silent and it felt more awkward to leave than to stay so you tucked yourself into the corner of the locker room to take a seat behind Roy, who seemed rather pleased that silence had descended. Ted turned to look at Roy and you could see the frustration in his brow as Trent tried to take his leave. 

“Trent, hold on a second. Roy, can I speak with you?”

You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, and you couldn’t even really make out what Ted was saying but his tone was low and serious…and really turning you on. It was embarrassing, honestly, the way his voice made your pulse race and all the things you could imagine him saying to you with that timbre. You crossed one leg over the other and tried to act like something very thrilling was happening on your phone, but when Ted and Roy returned you couldn’t take your eyes off Ted, even as Roy screamed, “Crimm!” Ted must have noticed your gaze because he gave you a small smile and a wink, that turned you to jelly. You had to leave and you had to leave now before he realized you were down bad for him. While everyone waited for Roy and Trent to return you hustled out of the room, missing the confused expression on Ted’s face as the door shut. 

You managed to hold yourself together through the second half and on the bus back to Nelson Road. The boys didn’t usually get so raucous over a draw, but between that and the news about Zava, they were so rowdy you couldn’t have focused on your feelings for Ted even if you wanted to. The seat you picked was in the front, so you could be the first off and you figured you’d hang around and do some inventory in the training room to avoid running into Ted on the way out. You were being childish and you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, but you were embarrassed and just needed a little bit of time to get your feelings in check. 

Just as you’d finished resetting your medical kit for the next away match, you heard a small knock on the door. You swung the door open quickly and were greeted with a sheepish Ted in his Richmond puffer, a tendril of hair brushing just above his eyebrow. 

“T-Ted, hi.”

“Hi, Y/N, can I—do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” you gestured for Ted to enter. You had no idea why he seemed so awkward, but you smiled trying to put him at ease. “Is everything alright? That was a good match, no injuries, anyway.” 

“Yeah. I guess I just…” Ted scratched a hand at the back of his head. God, he was so handsome and flustered. You sat at your desk and rested your face on one hand, could feel the heat in your cheeks just from being close to him. “I wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier. During the half, I, ah, well I winked at you and you seemed to scoot out of there really quickly and I just wanted to make sure I didn’t overstep, because, ya know, I’m a grown man who would never want his feelings to get in the way of someone being able to comfortably do their job, so I promise, I won’t ever do that—”

Your ears perked up immediately, but you weren’t sure if you were hearing what you were hearing. But if Ted was standing here thinking he’d mortally offended you over a wink, you were willing to take the risk of being totally honest. “Ted. Do you….Are you saying you do have feelings for me? Because, to be honest with you and at the risk of you calling HR immediately, I ran out of there so quickly because I was embarrassed that you could tell I was, ah, hot and bothered.” 

Ted’s eyebrows raised and his cheeks pinked. “Because of me?”

You ducked your face slightly, avoiding his eyes. “Always because of you. You and your dumb khakis and your silly little polo shirts, and that passionate fucking voice you used with Roy, I just can’t get you out of my head. I’m sorry—”

Before you could finish your apology Ted had stepped closer and gently placed his hands on either side of your face. “Y/N… I would very much like to kiss you right now.”

“Yeah, yes. Please,” you sighed. It was hard to process everything that had changed in just a few minutes, but you weren’t processing at all when Ted pressed his warm lips to yours. His mustache tickled as he moved fluidly, despite having to lean over you. You wanted to tug him close, wanted zero space between his body and yours but you were still sitting at your desk. Ted broke the kiss and looked at you with a disbelieving, adoring gaze. 

“This is…not at all how I expected this conversation to go,” Ted chuckled, his thumb stroking lightly against your cheekbone. “I thought I had made a total ass of myself, there was never even the faintest idea in the back of my head that you might be interested.” 

“Same here,” you laughed. “So what now?” Ted leaned against your desk, his leg bumping against your knee.

“Now? Well, I guess now I ask you if you’d like to go out with the boys and me to celebrate a draw?”

You stood up almost immediately, enthusiastic about getting to spend more time with Ted. Ted, who was looking at you as if he was afraid you’d turn him down. “I’d love to,” you smiled, leaning into his space and pecking his lips softly, just because you could, “I guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then, huh?” Ted’s large hand found the curve of your waist and you shivered from that contact alone. 

“I certainly didn’t say that,” he teased, before kissing you harder. 

-

You and Ted may have just addressed your feelings an hour and a half before, but being out at the Crown & Anchor with him felt like you’d been dating for years. He was a constant welcome presence at your side, a drink in his hand for you that he’d never let you purchase. You kept bracing for someone to notice, to call you out for leaning into his side or making eyes at him over your pint, but no one said a word. It was still torture trying to keep your hands to yourself and when Ted pressed a hand to your lower back you had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound that would have been highly inappropriate in this very public space. You made a point of yawning to cover it up, with a quick side eye at Ted in hopes that he followed your lead. 

“Gosh, it’s getting late. I’m gonna head out,” you directed loudly at no one in particular, leaving before anyone could cajole you into one last drink. You didn’t want to have any expectations for what was transpiring between you and Ted but you knew what you wanted. You wanted to peel off that puffer and kiss him senseless, you wanted to see what he looked like when you touched him, when he came, when he woke up in the morning. But there would be other times if Ted wanted to take things slow. You were calling a ride when you felt someone tug gently against your coat. 

“Not to be presumptuous, but I could use someone to walk me home,” Ted said teasingly in your ear. 

You slipped your phone back into your pocket immediately. “Lead the way.” 

-

Ted offered you a drink and a snack but you turned him down in favor of pressing your body against his and backing him against the kitchen counter. He kissed you eagerly, his hands framing your face and his thigh slotted between your legs; of course, you couldn’t help but grind down against him. The only thoughts in your head were a constant loop of Ted’s stern voice from the match and the floaty feeling of remembering that he was actually into you. 

Ted broke the kiss and looked as flustered as you felt. “Jesus, Y/N, I feel like I’m in high school again,” Ted chuckled. “Not that that’s a bad thing. But I don’t want you to feel like we have to—”

“Ted if you’re about to tell me we don’t have to have sex, I’m going to scream.” Your eyes were clamped shut so you couldn’t see Ted’s cheeky grin and you thought you’d offended him. “I mean unless you don’t want to! Totally fine,” you opened your eyes and laughed at his expression. Without saying anything, Ted led you to the bedroom, your hand in his. 

“There is absolutely nothing I want more,” Ted said slowly as he undressed you down to your bra and underwear, his voice low and heavy, “than to make you feel good. Is that okay?” 

You knew you were looking at Ted like he was from another planet, which very well could be true. “Of course that’s okay,” you laughed, reaching for his clothes but he dodged you easily. He sat on the side of the bed, still fully dressed in his khakis and polo shirt. He reached a hand out for you, pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands moved to caress your hips and butt, his mouth nipping and kissing against the softness of your middle, tugging playfully at the waistband of your panties. You were desperately, ridiculously wet. 

“I said I wanted to make you feel good,” Ted teased, looking up at you. You scratched gently at his scalp and he hummed. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. How do you want to make me feel good?” 

“Well we can circle back around to biting, but I was thinking we’d get these off of you,” he lightly snapped your waistband and you giggled, “and you could take a seat.” Ted pointed at his mustache so there was no misunderstanding his intent and you laughed in surprise. Sure, you’d been with a decent number of people, and, sure, most of them had gone down on you but you’d never sat on someone’s face before and you were instantly insecure. You were nervous about being heavy, you were self-conscious about doing something solely for your pleasure, and, above all, you were worried about doing something wrong somehow. Ted read it on you instantly.

“Hey, hey now, where’d you go? If you don’t want to that’s a-okay, but if you think I’m just doing this as a favor for you—well that would be like thinking George Clooney was the best Batman, it's just plain wrong.”  

You rolled your eyes with a small smile, knowing he was pulling out metaphors just to put you at ease. “I…Well, I don’t know if I want to because I’ve never done it before, but I gotta say, the way you’re looking at me right now makes me want to try.” 

Ted beamed at you, his hands sneaking around you gently to unclasp your bra. “Well, why don’t you tell me what about it makes you nervous, and maybe I can ease your mind?” It was a wonderful suggestion in theory but it was much harder in practice when Ted was kissing your bare chest, his mustache brushing against your nipples. The more he touched you, the more convinced you were that you’d sit on a cactus if it meant he never took his hands off you. 

“I guess, just, ah, worried I’ll do something wrong. Or hurt you. Or look silly,” you sighed, stroking your fingers through Ted’s hair again as he continued to press kisses to your quickly overheating skin. 

“Baby I promise, I’m not going to let you be embarrassed. Why don’t we take things slow?”

“Slow sounds g-good,” your voice hitched as Ted licked a pert nipple into his mouth. “Fuck Ted your mouth feels so good.” 

“Good,” Ted smiled against you, switching breasts as he eased your panties down your legs. He stroked your inner thigh and your whole body shuddered, enough that he brought a hand to your hip to steady you. “Why don’t you come up here,” Ted suggested, scooting back to lay in the center of the bed, his legs hanging off the end of his rather small bed. “No funny business, not yet,” he promised, tapping his belly for you to straddle his waist. 

You crossed your arms, a playfully defiant look on your face. “Only if you lose some layers.” You expected some pushback but Ted quickly shed his shirt, undershirt, and khakis before laying back down. Your eyes were drawn to his erection like a magnet—sitting yourself on those cute stripey boxer briefs would be no problem at all. You climbed into Ted’s lap, your hands pressing into the hair against his chest and you smiled down at him before leaning into his warmth and kissing him deeply. Ted’s arms circled you tightly and you’d never felt safer...or more aroused. You didn’t have to look to know you’d made the front of his underwear damp from rolling your hips against him. The idea of crawling up his body to feel his tongue where you needed it most was no longer making you nervous, it was making you whimper against his mouth. 

Ted used a hand on the back of your head to tilt your face slightly and give himself access to kiss along your jaw, a well-placed nip behind your ear making you whine. 

“What do you want darlin’,” Ted asked softly in your ear. 

“You,” you responded immediately, punctuating the sentiment with a grind of your hips against Ted’s hard length. He groaned, his eyes falling shut and it was nice to know you weren’t the only one going out of your mind with lust. 

“And what do you want from me?” 

You looked at Ted, eyes wide, and you knew from that very coach-like expression on his face what he was encouraging you to ask for. Leave it to Ted to not only motivate you to try something new for your pleasure and your pleasure only, but to insist on enthusiastic consent. “I want to sit on your face.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Ted agreed immediately, bringing his hands to your waist to help you shift up his body. You were close enough to lean into the headboard, your hands tight against the wood and holding most of your weight. You waited to see what would happen next, could feel Ted’s breath tickle against your inner thighs. His warm hand ran gently along your leg as he got your attention. “Baby, you’re gonna have to relax. It’s okay I got you. I promise.” 

You took a deep breath and lowered yourself slightly, and Ted craned his head up to make direct contact with your clit. You hissed with pleasure, surprised enough that you relaxed even more of your weight and Ted gladly took it, his tongue sliding inside you easily before circling your clit again. “Shit,” you threw your head back as Ted picked up his pace, his hands encouraging you closer and closer, the sound of him lapping at you vulgar and so incredibly arousing that you couldn’t help but rock your hips. His nose made contact with your clit and you tensed with the shock of pleasure, leaning forward to chase that sensation again. Your hand slipped from the headboard and found Ted’s hair and he moaned underneath you, curling his tongue inside of you. 

No one eating you out before had ever made you feel like this. Like you were literally about to explode and you couldn’t control your movements, your hips rocking faster against Ted’s face. No one you’d ever been with had acted like Ted either, like you were doing him a favor by gripping his hair and fucking his mouth like he was a sex toy. “Fuck, fuck, Ted, I’m—shit, I’m going to come, Ted, I’m going to—” 

You tried to swing your leg off Ted’s face but he only held you tighter against him, his tongue never stopping as you clenched your fist in his hair and came hard. Your thighs clamped hard against the side of Ted’s head, but the waves of orgasm washing over you distracted you from feeling bad for it. Ted slid out from under you, easing you off of his face and onto the bed. He rested on one elbow over you and watched you closely as your chest heaved. “Hey there, you okay,” he asked gently as you opened your eyes again and you smiled at his damp face. You pulled him into a heated kiss and could taste yourself on his tongue.

“That was fucking amazing,” you laughed and Ted grinned.

“Anytime. Hell, every time. I know you don’t believe me when I say it’s my pleasure but I mean it.” 

You smirked at Ted, as you slid a hand into the front of his boxers, stroking him lightly just to make him groan. “Oh well if this is anything to go by, then I certainly do believe you.” Ted kissed you like you were single-handedly providing him oxygen. It was hard to imagine that just this morning you were convincing yourself to be on your best professional behavior because there was no way Ted was interested in you. And now here you were, tugging his boxers down as he retrieved a condom from his nightstand and pulling him over you so he could fuck you senseless. 

Ted entered you slowly, gingerly and it felt like heaven every inch of the way—and he was not lacking inches. He sighed when he was fully seated inside you and you kissed every bit of his skin you could reach. “Fuck me, baby. Please.” 

Ted nodded, locking his lips with yours as he started to thrust, his chest hair tickling your nipples as he moved over you. “God you feel so good, darlin’. So fucking good for me,” Ted praised you when he broke the kiss and that voice really did it for you, the dark tone and cursing going straight to your core. 

“Keep talking, Teddy,” you begged and he smiled. 

“Yeah? You want to hear how much it turned me on to have you dripping on my face? Or how tight and wet you feel against my cock? You’re so gorgeous darlin’, you’re so perfect.” Ted adjusted his position, one hand supporting your leg so he could drive into you deeper. You couldn’t stop cursing as he picked up the pace, repeatedly hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you dig your fingernails into his biceps. The whole time Ted talked: about how beautiful you were, about how long he’d been thinking about you, about how many ways he wanted to have you. You couldn’t help but clench when he told you he fantasized about locking the training room door and lifting you onto the table. Ted’s rhythm stuttered and you knew he was close and so were you, his stream of dirty talk had turned you into a puddle underneath him. You wedged a hand between your bodies to stroke your clit as Ted placed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and chest. 

“Shit, Ted, come with me. Let go for me, baby, I want to feel you.” 

Ted groaned, his hips picking up pace as he chased his own climax and your fingers matched him, both of you racing for a finish that hit like a truck, your eyes slamming shut as Ted gasped and twitched hard inside of you. You pulsed against him as he came and collapsed against your chest. He tried to shift his weight off of you but you held him tightly and you could feel his smile pressed against your neck. 

“I guess we should hit the showers,” Ted suggested when he had caught his breath and you laughed. 

“You in the showers is what got us into all this,” you teased. “If you weren’t in there being all sexy and disgruntled I would have ignored my feelings forever.” 

Ted sat up, pulling you with him and towards the bathroom, “Well I guess I’ll have to find someone to get stern with more often.” 

“Why do you need to find someone when I’m right here?” You winked and got into the shower without waiting for Ted’s reaction and you laughed when he followed behind you so quickly he almost slipped. 

“Yes ma’am,” Ted grinned and you couldn’t help but grin right back. 

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader

[emdeerm]

Prompt!

Danny, you were loved and are missed.

(Phantom Planet happened. The results... are not the same)

It happened.

The world found out about Danny Phantom and the news went over even worse than expected.

The general population didn't take kindly to the existence that are Ectoentities. It scared them. There were some who were grateful for being alive and even loved the Ghosts but there were far too few of them.

Most of them were people under 25.

They lacked any power that could help the Ghosts in what was to come.

The Acts have been made public. The Anti-Ecto blasters and other weaponry has appeared on public marketplaces and the Anti-ghost propaganda was blasting on every news outlet possible around the world. Thos countries that valued their dead, were staying out of it but didn't help either.

At least they provided silent shelter to those seeking it. Dani went there, barely escaping with her half-life intact.

Vlad, from what Danny was able to gather, didn't have a good time in space either.

Danny...

Danny is dying.

The GiW got competent. He got clumsy. He was so, so, so tired from saving others from their clutches that he wasn't able to dodge the few shots.

His parents and friends were detained and trialed. They were found guilty and were to be kept is a far away prison for many years yet to come. Despite their best attempts to escape, to help, they were cought again, sedated and shipped away within days.

Danny was forced to watch all of that. His powers shortcuted and blocked, mouth gagged and eye forced open. It broke him and his core began to weaken.

The scientists were even more relentless with a body of a boy who lost his will to struggle.

And now, he was dying. He new that. They broke his Core by accident and here he was. Fading.

The scientists weren't there to see it. Something was happening outside of the room. He couldn't hear and see. He didn't care honestly.

They came. Slammed themselves through the door with a green bang of a natural ectoblast.

Danny smiled at them weakly. They were too late but he was so-so happy to see his friends, parents and rogues again. At least he didn't Fade alone.

He felt his body being cradled by countless hands as his world Ended.

---

Clockwork looked at the heartbreaking scene if front of him and grabbed his staff tighter.

This wasn't supposed to happen. The timeline was supposed to be Bright. It was filled with new dangers and adventures for the young Halfa but it was Exciting and Fun! He checked the timelines he could see over and over after the reveal went so horribly wrong.

He still couldn't find the timeline they were in.

Danny, as he came to realise, was an anomaly that lives on the edge of existing and a hidden timeline. The one that Clockwork had no access to.

Danny was an Ancient in the making. A baby ghost that was to grow into someone great and mighty. That truth hit him hard. That meant that there would be always a timeline that was hidden from the Master of Time. It was an Ancient's trial.

And it appeared that his beloved pupil was forced into his before he was ready by the stupid, ectoranium rock.

The Ghosts weren't able to come on time. The countless shields, weapons and obstacles were constantly in their way for 14 long months. It was only by luck did they finally find a trace of their young Hero.

And they were late.

...

.

"I will not tolerate this." He announced as the last specks of light left the eyes of the Great One of the Infinite Realms. The energy began warping the reality around them.

Everyone present felt the anger of the Ancient of Time who decided to go against any and all restrictions placed on him. It would cost him greatly.

"The timeline is a glitch. It shall be corrected."

The reality was altered.

The Ghosts woke up in their lairs, disoriented and sick. The Fentons woke up with a headache.

The latter just shrugged it off. He former remembered everything.

----

Everyone woke up a few months before the portal incident. Danny wasn't a Halfa yet. And the Ghosts understood that. They had to wait. Just a little bit longer.

But they missed their half-dead menace.

With the Help of Nocturne, the Rogues would visit his dreams and play with him. Sing him songs. Show him how to fight. Give him new knowledge on the culture of the Ghost zone.

Unfortunately, they forgot that This Danny was still very-very much not aware of them. Needless to say, his friends were treated to new stories from his dreams. They found them fascinating with how vivid they were. And Fun.

The Ghosts were there, on the other side of the portal, when Phantom was born.

The Infinite Realms cheered loudly.

#danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #seriously #those months in the hads of GiW and others were horrible #also #I made a mistake #I started writing prompts and putting out my ideas into the wild #now my brain won't stop #hlep #danny phantom prompt 1

[im-on-your-side-always]

Thoughts on For All Mankind 4x10

- lee!!

- can we finally get rid of miles?

- didn’t need to see him vomit tbh

- margo back to sleeping in a office 🥺

- fuck you, irina!!

- feels like eli has a bit of a crush on irina

- margo being wary af of her now

- noooo margo doesn’t even know about sergei

- and aleida doesn’t know either

- margo wanting to make sure he is safe because irina is in houston. i’m going to be sick.

- oh no, aleida is going to find out now?

- aleida knows 😭😭

- I just want to hug her. you can fee the anger and grief through the screen.

- oh no aleida is back

- and she wants them to go to margo’s office

- fuck. i’m heartbroken for margo

- yessss, margo confronting irina 🔥🔥

- i’m gonna repeat myself. fuck you, irina!!

- that single tear. bye. 😭😭

- why are they cutting to miles now?? we want to stay with margo!!

- dani just knowing ed is involved. love it. 😂

- HI BOB

- margo and aleida scene 😭

- von braun mention

- and margo is crying again. i can’t 😭😭😭

- fighting in space. I love that.

- so palmer is going to die?

- well, or not. 😂

- goldilocks on the way to Mars. yes!!

- can that guy just shut up for once?

- Irina accusing aleida of adding the second code. And giving orders to Eli? I THINK NOT!

- MARGO

- look at margo sacrificing everything again. this time for aleida. 😭😭

- dani just got shot??

- oh, Kelly is also with them. completely forgot about her.

- margo getting arrested. well, it’s better than returning to Russia.

- margo and aleida hug 😭😭

- irina better be facing consequences!!

- margo voice over. i’m going to cry again.

- so lee’s wife is finally on mars 😂

- and we’re in 2012!

- midnight city is such a good song choice

- and we didn’t lose an og. love that for us.

#for all mankind #fam s4 #fam spoilers #margo madison #aleida rosales #ed baldwin #danielle poole #irina morozova #miles dale #sergei nikulov #kelly baldwin #margo x sergei

[sylvies-chen]

things I loved about this episode

- nate!! and nate and beard’s moment at the end

- jamie sobbing into roy’s shoulder and breaking down in front of him, and just roy and keeley looking out for jamie in general like yeah best trio ever 🥹

- mama lasso!! capturing the heart of everyone (esp dani rojas) and saying what we’re all thinking by complimenting trent’s hair

- JAMIE’S CHILDHOOD ROOM AND HIS MOM AND HIS DAD BEING IN REHAB AND JAMIE GIVING COLIN PROPS FOR A GOOD GAME

- ted got to say fuck!!! I want him so badly oh my god

things I did not love about that episode:

- why is ted leaving. stop it. cut it out. he’s not leaving. why are we making it seem like he is… no. I do not accept it!

- the way they keep adding in one little ridiculous sambecca scene in every episode for no goddamn reason like lame boo corny tomato tomato

- truth bomb was not tedbecca love confession :(

- they’re STILL beating around the bush with roykeeley??? either they’re together and deeply committed to each other (or they’re in a throuple with jamie lmao) or they’re not together at all. MAKE UP YOU MINDS YOU FOOLS OH MY GOD

#abby liveblogs #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #roy kent #roykeeley #nate shelley #jamie tartt #rebecca welton #tedbecca

[santanarohana]

A heart that bleeds ink (bleeds lives)

(I don't know English, so anything sounding strange is Google Translate's fault) I want to get worse. I saw a post, at some point, of a collage made with a painting and the faces of Danny, Dani, Dan and even Vlad, saying something about Clockwork having commissioned a painting and such, and that causing confusion, giving the impression of a Targaryen type case going on there. If anyone recognizes it, let me know, I want to read it again. Either way, it got the hamster wheel in my head spinning. Raise your hand if you've watched Barbie Rapunzel. Anyone who watched it, or has even a vague knowledge of it, probably knows about the magic brush she used to paint landscapes that acted as portals to different places. Well, I say that the Infinite Realms have ectopaint, which absorbs the emotion the painter is feeling and translates it into a painting. Because you are translating impressions and feelings rather than an exact memory, there is some artistic freedom in interpreting the paint itself and how you decide to express that on canvas. Which can lead to some unusual and confusing scenes, case in point, Dora introduces Danny to her art studio and encourages him to paint as an outlet and also as a way of dealing with his traumas and unprocessed feelings. So he gives it a chance. He pours his feelings about Vlad, Dan, Ellie, the failed clones, even his newfound promotion to royalty, into the paint, and then watches as the brush transfers that mess to the canvas. This results in a picture that puts him on the verge of hysterical laughter, or a complete emotional breakdown.

There's Danny, in the dead center of the frame, or he assumes it's Danny, sitting on something he can't see because of the fullness of her skirts. Yes, skirts, because he is wearing what appears to be a dress, white, voluminous, with lots of ruffles and lace. A waist too small to not be cinched into a corset, ruffles at the neckline giving the illusion of a bust, and shoulders exposed due to dropped sleeves. Numerous necklaces adorned the expanse of her slender neck, effectively covering her Adam's apple with pearls and a teardrop-shaped diamond, almost as large as her thumb, hanging down to rest in the space between her collarbones. His hair is much longer and twisted into a hairstyle so elaborate that his scalp aches in sympathy, a diamond-studded crown sitting on top. Danny looks otherworldly, unreal, in the frame. Also uncomfortable and confined, green eyes suspicious, desperate, as they looked to one side of the painting, to where Vlad was depicted, his red eyes very satisfied, expression like a cat that ate the canary, full of pride, arrogance and a sense of very familiar possession. Between Danny and Vlad stands a child, a boy, maybe ten years old, red eyes familiar and venomous as they look at Vlad and his matching red eyes, it's Dan. One of Vlad's hands rests on one of his bony shoulders, too small for his weight. that seems to rest there, and Danny's free hand grabs his opposite sleeve, closest to him, fingers gripping in a white, desperate grip, wanting and failing to completely remove him from Vlad's grasp. On the opposite side of Danny, where there is no Vlad or Dan, is a little girl, with his eyes and hair, who can only be Ellie. So small, how old is she there? Her hair is twisted into a much simpler version of Danny's hairstyle, half tied into a crown of braids adorned with diamond-headed hairpins, half falling loosely down her back, her small body tucked into a lacy white dress. Between Danny and Tiny-Ellie, half hidden by their skirts so that only one of their eyes is visible, is what looks like a much smaller version of Danny, the same coloring, the same familiar face, and a tightness in her stomach. identifies him as his smaller clone, if he looked like a child slightly younger than Tiny-Ellie. A little in front of Tiny-Ellie, looking a little older than her, was another boy, with the same green eyes as Danny, but black hair, and a skin tone closer to Vlad's blue than his olive green. Danny, that had to be his muscular clone. At Danny's feet was a baby, old enough to sit up on its own, maybe even crawl, but hardly walk. His hair was white, his eyes were red, and his skin was as clear as milk. He looked albino, like those rabbits with white fur and red eyes, and Danny knew exactly who he was supposed to represent. The clone with the sheet.

There was a bundle of cloth in the crook of Danny's arm, with a tiny face peering out, a newborn baby, small enough to be quite possibly premature, strands of white hair peeking out from under the cap pulled over its tiny head, green eyes squinted. The Prime clone, Daniel. There was someone positioned behind Danny, hands resting on his bare shoulders, not possessively, but protectively. He looked like how Danny looked when he was Phantom, and at the same time he didn't. There was a distinct sense of otherness, of foreignness, that let Danny know it wasn't him, despite the shared resemblance. It wasn't just the breadth of his shoulders, the superior height or the abundance of muscles, while Danny was still a stick in both ways. Nor were his eyes, one familiar green, the other purple. A familiar stranger, and as Danny tried to figure out who it could be, he felt, hands resting on his hazmat-covered shoulders, familiar and foreign, and looking back he found the same figure depicted in the painting. A shared look, of understanding and recognition, and Danny knew who it was. A representation of the Ghost Zone, who he had been inadvertently linked to since a portal to another dimension opened upon him.

#dpxdc #danny phantom

[darklinaforever]

You're in the most deep denial on Daemon and that's ok, but always reminds that, the queen eventually gets betrayed somehow. It's like a curse fated to repeat over and over. Jaimie did with Cersei, phisically. Jon did with Dany politically. Daemon won't be different, especially cause that Man is labeled as horny predator, especially in the Show. Ryan is setting up the betrayal since the beginning, but you're too optimist and naive to see it. Mark my words. In the end Daemon will betray Rhaenyra. They need to keep going with victimizing women plotline. HBO always did, always will. Also, they need to push Rhaenycent till the end. It's literally that the core of the series, not Daemyra. Leaks of S2 sounds bad too for them, if you ask me. I'm not going to be delusional, good era ended with episode 8. The worse between Daemyra already happened, to me, cause he was literally killing her, the fact he didn't want to, is not justifying that and even Matt and Emma playing dumb saying they didn't understand the scene, (cause it's clearly a lie) is not erasing that either. Cheating won't be big deal. 🤷 In which season and with who it doesn't matter. He will at some point. I'm just warning you, not hating nor anything. Get ready for the heartbreak.

So...

First of all, Jaime and Cersei are not Daemyra. No comparison to be had there. You want to compare Cersei to someone ? Compared to Alicent. Not Rhaenyra.

Then, the end of the GOT series will not be the same for the books ASOIAF. GOT from season 5 onwards became shit. To say that Jon betrayed Dany to use that in association with Daemyra "treason" is ridiculous. Jon and Dany probably won't even be written like that in books.

Anyway, I don't care about the HOTD series. It does not represent Fire and Blood canon. The two have nothing to do with each other. GRRM say that himself. It's same for GOT and ASOIAF. GOT is not canon. ASOIAF is.

Also, just because Daemon will cheat on Rhaenyra in the series doesn't mean he did it in the book canon. Again, the show is not the book.

Also, Daemon didn't even betray Rhaenyra in Fire and Blood. He literally died for her cause. Defeat her greatest actual enemy / current threat. Aemond. He even kill him in homage to Lucerys by planting Dark Sister in his eye. Daemon died for Rhaenyra, their family and their house. Or is there a betrayal in this ? People have 0 reading skills these days, it's not possible...

Then according to the leaks that I have seen, nothing fundamentally indicates anything bad in relation to Daemyra.

But either way, this show is crap.

Also Daemon is not a predator in the books, even in the Show (Ryan doesn't understand what he wrote). I'm tired of hearing this bullshit.

Just the fact that you call Daemon a predator, that tells me everything I need to know about you reading comprehension, or viewing comprehension.

I'm not in denial about Daemon or Daemyra from Fire and Blood. I know how to analyze a text. (In my opinion, it is very likely that these two cheating stories, especially Nettles, are a huge bullshit. There is no real evidence for Nettles, and we have inconsistencies. Even the story with Mysaria is fishy when you look closely)

That you, anti, buy a life instead of coming to preach your bullshit to me.

I've already said that I don't expect anything from the series. I'm even prepared to be disappointed. Season 1 is already a disappointment and objectively shit.

#daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #rhaenyra targaryen #the realms delight #the black queen #team blacks #anti team greens #anti greens stans #anti greens #fire and blood #grrm #grr martin #george rr martin #hotd #anti hotd #anti house of the dragon #house of the dragon #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jonerys #jon x daenerys #daenerys x jon #daenerys and jon #house targaryen #hotd is not fire and blood #got is not asoiaf #cersei is like alicent not rhaenyra

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

In the book Yigrett and Jon’s relationship is much more dubcon so it’s not hard for me to see how Kit got to that thinking. (Though in the book, I’m not sure Jon IS attracted aggressive women as much as confidence/strength.) I think Sansa is the proverbial balance. Sansa is confident and has learned to assert herself but she also validates Jon as a person, cares for him, protects him while not being afraid to confront him on his mistakes. Thanks for responding!

Anon, I am so sorry. I thought I had responded to all of my asks and yet there yours sat. If you're still around, please accept my deepest apologies.

I confess I have not yet ventured past book 2 so I have no idea how their relationship goes, but I will say it seemed a tiny hint of dubcon in that cave scene in the show, in the beginning but only for a moment. So I can see it for sure. And I think the show played up on Kit's and Rose's natural chemistry to help make it something on its own if that makes sense.

I agree wholeheartedly with you about Sansa and how she regards him and treats him. Ygritte had his back as long as it served her interests. I'm not saying she didn't love him but when he chose something else over her, then it was game on and only her feelings for him made her hesitate before she was going to kill him. And she was going to kill him if Olly hadn't killed her first. Jon's whole reaction in that scene (and Kit's performance) confirmed it I believe.

And the funniest thing is, while Dany and Ygritte are different in some ways, one similarity they share is that it's all about them in the relationship and the minute Jon chooses (or appears to choose) someone (like family) or something else over that, even if it's for the right reason, then Jon's in mortal danger.

Whereas with Sansa, she actually wants to protect him and keep him with the Pack. Yes, she wants safety but not at the cost of any of her family, and she absolutely considers him to be her family. That's why when Sansa antis say all she wanted was power and Dany stans say she only wanted to kill Dany, I just laugh. Because they really don't understand her showverse character and they're looking at it through a tainted lens (their favoritism of Dany or hatred of Sansa). As you said, she asserts herself, sure, but she also respects Jon, validates him, and wants to protect him. She's a very balanced character and a positive for Jon, romantically or not.

And even though I don't know book!Jon, I agree with you and I don't think Jon was attracted to aggressive women in the show either. I think you're right, it was all about confidence and strength.

I hope you have a great weekend, Anon. Sorry again!

#ask #got ask #jon x ygritte critical #from my response #putting that tag to be safe #jon x sansa #got #game of thrones #jonsa

[stealingyourbones]

TRASHED SHORT DPXDC PROMPT IDEAS!

Ok so I have a LOT of prompts that I’ve made in the past few months. Some of them simply don’t make the cut. They’re either not fully DC related, I didn’t think they were good enough, or I for the life of me could not find credit of the idea that I built it off of so it was never posted (some of these ARE those ideas so if you do find the original idea, please for the love of god reblog this with a link so I can give proper credit)

Paulina becomes a psych professor(?)

Jon got funky body dysmorphia from getting aged up speedily. Dani has funky body dysmorphia from being an imperfect clone.

Wes figuring out red robins identity w/ parallels to Tim finding Dick’s identity.

Dash (as a GCPD Cop) beats the shit out of Flass (gotham cop who’s a shitstain of a human being. Add some parallels to Gordon fuckin up Detective Flass in Batman: Year One.)

Does Amity not do taxes bc they’re not a part of the US. (Link found) Wack nightvale bullshit ensues?

Theymescyrians are uncanny. Make em ghosty >:3

ghost portals heal people (credit whoever you saw that idea from) what if it worked on supers and how would it work on supers? Especially those who already have super healing.

(Danny turns into Dan with a miracleman au. Issue: only like 1% of my followers prolly know what the fuck Miracleman is so idk if I should post this)

That one fucking scene where Superboy is in a cave and can’t control his laser vision in a Nightwing comic and Nightwing and Batman help him? Yea swap Superboy for Danny (or Dani) and some new power.

Victor Zsasz has a mental breakdown over if he should mark Danny’s death since he’s already dead.

Barry Allen gets a vision via the speed force of this strange ethereal looking red-eyed man with a glowing D on his chest destroying the Watchtower

Batman becomes the royal advisor to Danny when he dies? Idk.

POV of the Bat’s PR person (not dpxdc but it’s good)

Plasmius tries to figure out a way to harness the Speedforce to go back in time and woo Maddie before Jack ever could. The Reverse Flash notices someone trying to tamper with the speedforce for personal gain… He could work with this.

Supergirl meets Dani and bond over being stuck in the shadow of their relatives

Last but not least, my cat sitting on my keyboard:

Cat prompt #1: He has spoken. Nmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnyhjj

#danny phantom #dc comics #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #writing prompts #trashed prompt ideas #bones speaks

[koiiiiijiii]

OKAY recently i just rewatched game of thrones and omg!! im so in love with dany and khal drogo dynamics. like how small she is in comparison to him, how her small hands and gentle touches makes feral man calm and all at her mercy, but at the same time she knows he is her husband and strong man and etc!!!

and it brings me idea about game of thrones au!ghost x reader scenarios! i find simon and drogo quite akin. i mean, they are both strong, fearless and silent warriors whose life is full of war and murders.

okay okay to ideas!! so maybe you were given to him as a payoff so that his people would not touch and rob your city. when he and a few of his riders were on the terrace of your house and he saw you for the very first time, so small, pure, and fragile, just like the most fragile of precious materials, he immediately liked it. of course, he understood how strong a warrior he was, but the game with your contrasts intrigued him.

after the wedding, on your first night, you were afraid of him, covered yourself with your hands, cried, resisted when he grabbed you by the hands with which you covered your chest, but did not push him away, you accepted your fate and understood that you could not escape from him. the ghost, in turn, didn't like your behavior much either, at first he tried to calm you down, brushed a couple of tears from your cheeks, tried to gently touch you (let's close our eyes to the fact that from your side it looked as if he just grabs you by the hips and leads a greasy hand from the coccyx and buttocks) but over time, you got tired of your husband just coming to the tent at night and raping you like some kind of mare, you also wanted to experience the pleasure of intimacy with your husband and one night when he came to your tent again, you told him no. simon didn't like it, not only did you not give him the pleasure of hearing your moans before (it hurt his male ego, as if he couldn't satisfy his own wife), so now you also told him no! this hurt his ego even more, his warriors were already gossiping about the fact that at night their khal's tent is always quiet, although their customs and traditions assumed that at night all simon's people are obliged to hear who you belong to.

but then you tried to explain to him in his language that today you want to be on top, you want to ride him and make it pleasant not only for him. the ghost was surprised, intrigued, that night he did not take his eyes off you, that night he was convinced of the power you have over him, first as your small, gentle touches calm the wild beast in him who has just returned from hunting, in which adrenaline is still bubbling, and then a few minutes later as your quiet moaning, requests, as you hold his broad shoulders, awaken in him again the beast that wants to make you feel good over and over again, who wants to satisfy all your desires…a beast that wants you swollen with his child.

author note: omg!!! and simon’s mask stays on fits perfectly bc he is a horseman in the desert and so that sand does not get into his nose, mouth and eyes!!

note 2: for the fuck sake!!! THAT SCENE image you already have simon’s child and he promises you the world?? that type of man you need girls, that type!!!🎀💍😌

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣] #x reader #headcanon #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty mw2 #cod x you #simon riley x you #game of thrones #au! #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #I NEED THAT FIC PLEASE 🙏🏻

[lunar-years]

We never got to see the aftermath of The Man City Hug™️, but there’s a direct parallel between that locker room scene and Sam’s dad in the locker room in Season 3. So, either the team showed up for Jamie somehow after the whole confrontation with Jamie’s dad, OR the team didn’t show up at all and it was Jamie’s idea to get the team to clean up Sam’s restaurant. Or maybe it was someone else’s idea, but Jamie is the one to say, “What does this situation need?” so I’m inferring that he’s the one who came up with it. And I’m also a sucker for Sam and Jamie’s friendship, so there’s that.

In the mess of Season 2, it’s not likely that anyone actually did anything to comfort Jamie (apart from Roy ofc), but I’ll always have a soft spot for the found family trope. Idk if you’ve answered this before but would love to know what you think happened

ugh my head is still stuck at how much it sucks that we never got any man city follow up 🙃 (well, clearly the writers see Mom City as the follow-up. But to me Mom City opens up more threads than it concludes so 😪 too little too late. sigh.).

But I LOVE the idea that Jamie was the one to reach out to the boys after finding out about Sam's restaurant to be like, 'hey lads what are we doing about this?' :) i truly think that was a full team effort idea but i love thinking about Jamie instigating that conversation!! To me Sam and Jamie best friendism is soooo real and incredibly beloved. <3

I think in terms of Man City it's not that the team didn't want to step in a help Jamie, but that they were truly caught off guard and shocked and genuinely didn't know how to respond, because none of the rest of them have been in that kind of situation before. I definitely think Jamie would've dreaded going in for their next training, and then there would be sinking feeling when he walks into the dressing room and it goes uncomfortably silent as they all look up at him, where he's thinking that all his dread was justified. But really it's just a brief awkward moment before Isaac and Colin crack a goofy joke they definitely rehearsed beforehand (and it's kind of a weak one all in all but everyone is sure to laugh extra hard and play off of it until the laughing grows into something easier and more genuine and the tension laps off Jamie's shoulders in waves and he's at ease again with :) ) (Roy catches Isaac's eye as they all head out to the pitch and nods approvingly)

Like, I guess basically I'm not sure there would be a direct conversation about what happened with anyone apart from Roy and Keeley, because I don't think the other boys are particularly equipped to broach that topic in a way that would actually be good and helpful for Jamie moving forward. And anyway I expect Jamie prefers they don't linger on it and don't treat him like he's glass, which all the boys pick up on, so really the best way to be there for him is just to continue being his friends and not treating him any differently. But they also don't ignore it by any means, or shy away from it if Jamie ever does bring it up. They're just letting him take the lead with it to do what's best for him. I also do think he and Sam eventually have a deeper conversation about it, and Dani definitely invites Jamie to visit his entire family in Mexico that summer, to which Jamie is like "you know that just because I have shit dad doesn't mean you have to give me a pity invite me to join your family over break, right?" and Dani is just like, "I would ALL of my amigos to meet my family, Jamie Tartt. I invited Gladys my next door neighbour too, you're not special" (but Jamie is definitely special) ❤️💙

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #asks

[houseofpendragons]

My Boyfriends Predicts each Game of Thrones Season Finale pt.3

A/N: My man get back from his cruise tomorrowww!!! Then it’s on to season 4! Also he told his his dads favorite episode is the red wedding 😭😭😭 my baby don’t know what that is and was like “yeah I can’t wait to watch that episode then” 🤦‍♀️

- Catelyn will stay prisoner for a little while longer until Robb finds out the Kingslayer is back in custody and…idk

- Robb is gonna go talk to what’s his face (Walder Frey) and get the other half of his army and march on Lannister Land [ohhhhh😬; if only that’s how this show worked]

- Jon is either gonna link up with his buddies and escape or march on the wall and be like “I’m free now”[He said if I was him I wouldn’t want to be any part of that march between five different people]

- Sansa might go back and hang out with her old lady friend at some point, he thinks she also want to get the fuck out of there. But isn’t she about to be betrothed to what’s-his-face? (Loras). Sansa will either do that or the queen will Marry Loras and maybe she’ll go with little finger. Who’s this bitch gettin married to?🤔 [Lmao kinda but we take the long route😂]

- Arya will get dropped at Riverrun until her mom and Robb come to pick her up (probably get bullied a bit along the way) [baby have you learned nothing smh 🤦‍♀️ ]

- Jamie, things are starting to look up for him. That guy might return Jamie for money. And he thinks someone’s gonna try to rape Brienne again (she’s gonna beat the shit out of them) [I don’t care what anyone as to say to me, I will die on the Jamie/Brienne ship]

- Cersei is probably gonna have Ser Loras killed that way she doesn’t have to marry him. [only in her dreams;for now🔥]

- Joffrey is gonna go, closer, like more and more insane. But at the same time he’s going to be controlled by his new wife. Joffrey is, uh…let’s see…idk

- Margaery is doing really good. She manipulating Joffrey real good with that crossbow scene 😏 you know you like to kill people 💀

- Tywin is gonna bonk his two kids on the head when they don’t marry the people they’re supposed to fuck…i mean marry. And he’s going to assume the more political side of the Kings job, likes he’s just going to be doing the kings political shit

- Tyrion, I think bro is actually going to like fumble to kingdoms bag. Like he’s gonna drop a bag of money in the street and make some poor kid rich. He’s not gonna marry Sansa. He’s gonna be like no dad, I’m gonna marry this woman

- Loras should pick correctly🤦 careful who you pick [😂😂😂]

- And the old lady (Olenna) lit [Same, she my fav💅]

- Dany is coming back with a vengeance. She’s got an army, three dragons, and she’s gaining army’s as she conquers city’s. So, yeah… she’s winning in this game of chess [from a certain standpoint I suppose]

- Sam, bro might get fucking murdered. He might find Jon and be like “Buddy?!” And Jon gonna be like fuck they’re gonna make me kill him… [I swear to god this boy is always thinking Sam is going to die, like let that man live in as much peace as he can find]

Add on after episode 6 bc I forgot…🫢

- Bran is gonna go to the wall and be like 😱😱where’s Jon?!?! But Jon’s gonna be out there with the bad guys, doing bad guy things like climbing the wall. And Brans gonna grow up and be big boy and control his wolf through his eyeballs… in his wheelchair ( someone’s gonna get that man a wheelchair) [he not wrong about the wheelchair]

- Theon, bro’s gonna die 💀 though he deserves it [Nah not death, though I’d argue what he went through might have been worse…]

Afterthoughts:

Shit is crazyyyyy but good

Same as alwayssss…Dany is a Goddess 👑 and Joffrey is a Joke 🃏

#game of throne #game of thrones season 3 #asoiaf #robb stark #jon snow #theon greyjoy #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #arya stark #sansa stark #bran stark #jamie lannister #tyrion lannister #tywin lannister #cersei lannister #stannis baratheon #joffrey baratheon #joffrey lannister #olenna tyrell #margaery tyrell #loras tyrell #danaerys targaryen #samwell tarly

[teecupangel]

Ok ok hear me out (spoilers for HOTD but I think everyone's seen it now so idc) Desmond as a white dragon. And saving that poor kid and his bebe dragon from the mean uncle with the out of control big ass war dragon. Like instead of getting chomped to pieces, either Desmond dive bombs her head and knocks her off course or tries to lead the kid to hide between the big ass rocks he flew through the first time in the scene and have him wait out the storm before flying home (or helps him fly home idk)

Or or

YEET him into GOT as a dragon. Particularly when Dany is bout to lose her second dragon bc the fleet shot em out the sky while they're flying over the ocean. So either Desmond starts burning the fleet and they're like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THERES A 4TH DRAGON? or he basically uses assassin skill to catch the spear before it takes out her dragon.

Idk I just want Desmond to be a big fuck off dragon.

Okay, so let’s say Desmond reacted on pure instinct. He sees one huge ass dragon terrorizing a bebe dragon while the rider laughs and he doesn’t really need any more information than that.

He goes in and intercepts them, scaring the freaking hell of Aemond because…

This.

Dragon.

Can.

Talk.

So he attacks the bigass dragon and the bigass dragon goes for him and he leads them away from the bebe dragon and the rider, going “Go, kid! I’ll keep this asshole busy!”

And Lucerys and Arrax go while Aemond is trying to control Vhagar as she starts to go wild, annoyed by this unknown dragon employing hit and run attacks.

Desmond doesn’t manage to kill Vhagar (although he did try) and, instead, manages to escape by taking out one eye to give himself enough time to fly away while the dragon trashes and screams in rage and pain.

Desmond finds a safe place to hide for a while and try to find out what the ever living fuck is happening.

Meanwhile…

Luke’s death was meant to be the trigger that “officially” starts the Dance of the Dragons but, instead, this random white dragon changes things.

Because no one has ever seen a pure white dragon…

But they know of the legend.

The legend of the ice dragon…

No one had seen it before but now they heard the tales of its power, of its speed…

Exaggerated even further by Luke and Aemond for differing reasons.

And now…

The starts for the hunt of the legendary White Dragon begins.

(I’m hc-ing Desmond’s White Dragon form is around the same size as Rhaegal so he’s on the small size compared to some of the big ‘players’ in hotd)

As for the GOT idea…

Are we talking about how one of Dany’s dragons got hit by a no-scope ballista which felt like it has aimbot on in Season 8 Episode 4 while they were just flying???

‘Cause…

Well…

Desmond could just be some random white dragon flying around that parts and the Iron Fleets would see him and assume he’s one of Dany’s dragons so they shoot at him. He manages to dodge out of the way because his entire lineage is a freaking cheat created by the Isus anyway and the commotion is what made Dany ‘remembered’ that “Oh yeah, there’s a fucking fleet we have to fight” (just remembering how “oh Dany forgot about the Iron Fleet” as an excuse for that scene, smh) and she’s surprised by this White Dragon but her attention is soon taken away by the ballista arrows aimed at her and her dragons.

Her dragon survives while Desmond just runs away because he wasn’t going to fight an entire fleet just because they shot at him, he’s a dragon, he gets it (no, he doesn’t, he’s just thinking “yeah, anyone would shoot at a dragon like me” because holy shit, he’s a dragon).

However…

The thing is… unless Desmond has been in this world long enough to have an idea of the power struggles and the big players, he wouldn’t join Dany’s side during that huge battle in Season 8 Episode 5, mostly because those dragons were burning ships and people left and right. He wouldn’t know which side was trying to do the right thing, only that this was starting to look like a really bad onesided fight filled with the screams of the burning.

And the burning?

Desmond would remember how he burned.

How he burned to save the world.

So, in this scenario, Desmond would actually fight off Dany’s dragons because, from his perspective, they’re the aggressors and the ones killing people mercilessly.

Then Dany tries to talk to him (maybe order him down) and Desmond shouts at her back off and they both realize that Desmond can talk so everyone just stops to watch Dany and Desmond talk because “holy shit, talking dragon!”.

So it would be up to Dany if she can persuade Desmond that she’s doing the right thing and that her enemies are in the wrong. Of course, since Desmond could talk to anyone, that means people on the other side (mostly the soldiers still alive) could also plead their case to him.

So Dany will also be fighting an uphill battle with Desmond since it looks to him like she’s the invading force since he doesn’t know the whole history of Westeros (and the other countries and continents).

#i am still going to tag this as #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #just to be sure #can dany persuade desmond? #shrug #depends on what dany focuses on i guess #if she focuses on her lineage and her right to rule #hard sell #but if she focuses on the tragedy and the deaths that have accumulated #probably #desmond in hotd though #would be him trying to run away from everyone #because everyone wants a white dragon #assassin's creed #desmond miles #asoif #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #lucerys targaryen #daenerys targeryan #ask and answer