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vroomvroomwee · 6 months

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I don't want to be that person, but Jack/The Doctor is probably one of the most underrated ships ever.

And I mean that in the sense that The Doctor regularly professes how lonely it is to be a timelord, how "humans wither and die", how they can't get too attached to them because it would only lead to pain and heartbreak. Well, guess who's immortal...

They constantly destroy themself every time something bad happens to a companion. In the fourth season, he nearly lost his mind because of it and refused to take a new companion. Well, guess who can't die...

Not to mention how deep their trust issues run and how they have problems opening up to people. Well, guess who spent a whole-ass motherfucking YEAR in an intergalactic, highly guarded prison, probably the most secure in the entire universe, to get the Doctor out. Jack didn't even spare a thought about it. He immediately ran the moment he heard she needed help.

One more thing that's a recurring concern for the Doctor is how well a new companion might accept and get used to their new face after a regeneration (think Rose at the start of s2). So far, we've seen Jack not blink an eye with three different regenerations. No. It's more than that. Jack was not only entirely unfazed, but he fell utterly and deeply in love with each and every one of them.

Also, not to mention the shared trauma from their time together on the Valiant (shared trauma wohoo). As well as the fact that Jack is smart, experienced, quick, strong, understands technology and science, overall a perfect companion to travel the stars with.

And last but not least, Jack is completely unquestionably, unequivocally, and madly IN LOVE with them. Loyalty, respect, adoration, affection, attraction, reverence, love. He feels all of it.

It all just FITS. I genuinely and wholeheartedly agree that the Doctor would have been happier if they hadn't left him at the end of s1.

#people always talk about how the doctor was cold towards martha #but no one ever talks about how dismissive he was towards jack #perhaps because were conditionally taught that male attraction always must end in dissapointment #meanwhile heterosexual couples are a “missed opportunity”#a bit of homophobia #nevermind how internalised it is #(also i know the doctor is technically not cis or straight but you get my point)#doctor who #doctorwho #the doctor #jack harkness #captain jack harkness #the doctor x jack harkness #dw #nuwho #newwho #torchwood

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grievedeeply · 1 year

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YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!! could i please ask for some headcanons of Thor with a daughter whos way younger than Magni and Modi and shes just ,, a total daddies girl, she follows him everywhere, mimics him in everything he does, shes just his biggest fan lol !

i know this was sent in forever ago and i'm so sorry it took me forever to get around to... but i hope you enjoy this anyway..... reader is pictured as a child between 7-9 but it kinda jumps around a little

fem!reader (no pronouns used) | no tws

NEW TAGLIST!!

thor with a daughter who adores him headcanons

you are his absolute pride and joy. he is horrible at expressing his feelings in every way imaginable, but it's so obvious to everyone around him that he cherishes you so very much

you're actually his mini-me, and he's so proud of that. he doesn't think of himself as a good person to look up to in any sense, but you do, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart swell

you're so young, so innocent and kind.. but all you seem to want to do is be exactly like him. despite all of the atrocities he's committed, things he hopes you'll never find out about.. you want to be just like him

he hopes you don't find out about everything he's done. he wants you to look up to him in this way for the rest of his life. he takes it and holds onto it tight, the feeling in his heart and the warmth in his soul.. it feels so good to be loved

you have no way of knowing how much he appreciates you. you're just a child, but you show him more love than he feels he deserves. walking up to his legs, wrapping him in such a tiny hug.. he needs it. he needs to feel how you make him feel

his relationship with you definitely makes him reflect on how he needs to be better for magni, modi and thrúd as well

definitely denies having a favorite child, but everyone with common sense can EASILY tell it's you. you're never not by his side and he always gets so giddy whenever he's with you

your existence makes him better. he never thought that one person could change everything about him, but that's just the truth with you. you inspire him and you are what he fights for

he doesn't ever want you to be afraid of him, but when you get old enough to question what he's done.. he's take a really mature approach to that whole conversation. he doesn't want to lie to you, and he won't, ever. but he still wishes you never knew. he knows it'll change your view of him

back to happier things

piggy back rides— definitely a big thing for him. it's so special to him to just be able to spend time with you, and he wonders how he was able to get this lucky with you at all

your protector. having the god of thunder as your father means you have constant security— but it's only because he cares so much about you he can't bear to think of you getting hurt— so he keeps you safe himself

this need to protect you only increases at the deaths of his sons. he's terrified for your future but he tries not to think about it

you're his biggest fan, always rooting for him no matter what. you are what makes him realize he needs to stand up to his father. he isn't a punching bag, he isn't free labor, he's a real person and he deserves to be treated that way

and when you start developing powers of your own? he's over the moon, ready to train you in using those powers right from the beginning

overall, he becomes a better father and a better person through you and your outlook on the world. it's a very sweet, special thing to him <3

tags: @danielle-marie @kise-kae

#god of war x reader #gow x reader #god of war #gow #thor god of war #thor x reader #god of war thor #god of war thor x reader #thor god of war x reader

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theforgottenmcrmy · 2 years

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From This Day~ Part 1/2 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is Part 4 of an ongoing series. Part 1-3 can be found on the "Growing Strong” Masterlist HERE. ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: PLEASE READ FOR SAFETY. In addition to the warnings of GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, violence, references to the death of a parent, and sexual (non-explicit) themes, this chapter contains a scene in which a man puts a woman in a physically uncomfortable situation. There is no physical violence that results from that scene, but I thought it was worth mentioning anyways to be on the safe side.

Word Count: N/A because I get in my head about it and it makes me self-conscious.

Summary: Your days of mourning have passed… for now. Happier times await you, and your wedding to Ser Harwin Strong is imminent. But first, you have to endure a tourney, an internal battle with your own nerves, a pre-wedding celebratory feast, and a potential scandal that will attempt to undermine you and tarnish your reputation.

Dark plots are afoot at Court, and it appears as though being a stark supporter of Princess Rhaenyra has made you a target. It’s a good thing you’ve found an ally and partner in Ser Harwin- you’ll need each other for the upcoming Dance.

A/N: I’m continually blown away by the overwhelming response to this series. Thank you all so much, each and every one of you deserve nothing but the best.🖤🖤🖤

This chapter will have a Part 2 (which will get a bit🔥, so be forewarned of that) that I’m planning to post on Wednesday 10/12. I hope you enjoy!

PS, can we talk about last night’s episode though?!?!?! I have so many thoughts just dying to get out I simply cannot-

The fifth and final day of the tourney had arrived.

King Viserys had organized the event for Princess Helaena’s second name day, though Princess Rhaenyra had confided in you that Queen Alicent had all but insisted upon it. After all, the elder Princess was given such a celebration for her own second name day. A royal hunt had been deemed fit for Prince Aegon’s second name day, but a tourney in which chivalrous knights fought for honor was viewed by the King as more appropriate for his daughter’s celebration.

Once more, knights from all across Westeros had gathered in King’s Landing to compete in the games. There were not as many attendees as one may have anticipated, but this was largely due in part to the ending of summer. As the fall began and winter loomed, many potential participants were bound to their homes with preparations for the upcoming inclement weather.

Though, by the fifth day, the excitement and buzz about a tourney may have started to twindle, that had not been the case for this one. The participants had given quite the go of putting on a show for the crowd. Though many competed, four different knights had won an event so far. Everyone in attendance was eager to see who, if any of them, would conquer the last event to claim the overall victory. Should a fifth knight win the day’s event, duels would ensure to determine the winner. But the mere thought of that also enthralled the minds of the spectators.

Given that the fifth and final event was the melee, you weren’t feeling too discouraged about your favored participant’s chances for securing the victory.

A chill blew through the air as you sat beside Princess Rhaenyra in the royal family’s box, causing you to shiver. You were most fortunate to have one of the better seats for the tourney, due in part to your service to the Princess, and to the connections of your betrothed’s father. In the arena around you, many were still moving inwards, claiming whatever sitting and standing space they could find. The crowd shifted, never still for much longer than a moment; everyone was starting to get a bit impatient with every passing minute.

Princess Rhaenyra leant as forward as she dared, and craned her neck over towards the far right side of the arena.

You asked, “Do you see them yet, Your Grace?”

“No, but I doubt it shall be much longer,” Princess Rhaenyra replied decisively, though still with a small defeated sigh. She sat straight once more and offered you a pleasant smile. “Besides, this delay presents an opportunity for us to speak.”

“What is it you wish to speak about, Your Grace?”

The Princess rolled her eyes. “You’re so coy, Lady Y/N. Is there anything else I could possibly be referring to?” she coaxed. Then, in a hushed whisper, she added, “The wedding!”

A giddy smile threatened to shatter your calm composure.

But you were more than aware of those seated around you. Namely, King Viserys, who sat several rows back upon a plush throne, Queen Alicent, who sat in a seat beside him, and Hand of the King, Lord Lyonel Strong, who was seated on the other side of the King. After a quick glance behind you, you recomposed yourself.

Princess Rhaenyra questioned, “Are you looking forward to it?”

It was a difficult question to answer. While you could not wait for the next two days to pass so that you could finally be wed to the man that held your heart, the path you had tread since your betrothal had been officially announced had been strenuous at best.

After your father’s passing, you returned to Highgarden once more. A saving grace of yours was that you had not gone alone. As you were officially betrothed, it was completely appropriate that Ser Harwin accompanied you. You were extremely thankful for that; Harwin had selflessly been your support system in your time of need. You wished you would have been able to show him more of your home under less sombering circumstances, but he simply reassured you that once the two of you were wed, the two of you could return to the Reach, or even the Riverlands, whenever the both of you pleased. You adored the idea of that. After your father had been laid to rest in the gardens of Highgarden, you returned to King’s Landing once more, where the proper wedding planning began.

Though you would grieve the loss of your father for the rest of your life, the time for mourning had passed. In just two days, you would be wed to the man you loved, and a new stage of your life awaited you beyond that.

To answer the Princess’ question, you simply said, “Of course, Your Grace.”

Princess Rhaenyra did not seem satisfied with your response, as she narrowed her eyes at you playfully. “With all due respect, that is a rather dull answer, Lady Y/N. Now, tell me- is there anything specific you’re looking forward to?”

“Everything,” you gushed quickly. But then, you hastily added, “Well… almost everything.”

Your last few words caught the Princess’ attention, and she looked at you intriguingly. “Is there something you wish to discuss?”

You hesitated, and glanced behind you once more. To your relief, the attentions of the King, Queen, and most importantly, the Lord Hand, were entirely elsewhere.

Princess Rhaenyra placed a reassuring hand over one of your own and gave you an encouraging look. Though she had been seeking some gossip a moment before, her expression now was more serious and genuine. She whispered, “Y/N, I consider us to be friends, and I do hope you feel the same. If you are having any doubts, please do not be afraid to speak of them to me. I shall hold your confidence, as you have held mine.”

You felt incredibly humbled by the Princess’ insinuation, and it took you a moment to find your next words.

“I do not have any doubts about the wedding,” you corrected politely. You contemplated for a moment. “I am a little bit… nervous, though.”

“Nervous?” she echoed. “What about?”

You felt embarrassed at just the thought of it, but you also knew you could trust Princess Rhaenyra. Even if you didn’t already, she had just very plainly reassured you of that. Besides, now that the Princess was now a married woman herself, you had to believe the topic would not be one she would shy away from.

You cleared your throat, taking great care to speak as quietly as possible so as not to be overheard by anyone else but the Princess. “I am nervous about… the after.”

“After?”

“... After.”

“... Oh,” Princess Rhaenyra exclaimed, a bit more loudly than you would have liked. You shot her a panicked look, and she offered you an apologetic one in return. More softly, she continued, “You are talking about the evening after the ceremony, correct?”

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Yes.”

Princess Rhaenyra seemed to realize just how serious you were, for she made no further jokes. “You needn’t worry, Y/N,” she soothed. “Has Ser Harwin ever treated you with nothing but the utmost respect?”

You were appalled at the thought. “Of course not!”

“And I do not take him as the man to change his behavior towards you simply because you are wed,” Princess Rhaenyra pointed out. “I’ve seen how gentle and kind Ser Harwin can be, especially around you… To be entirely truthful, not all proceedings of the after will be pleasant, but I can assure you, as long as the man you are with respects you, you are already in better hands than most noble maidens on their wedding night.”

You hated the notion, but you were inclined to agree. “Thank you, Princess,” you patted her hand lightly. Then, you dared to ask, “How is Ser Laenor?”

“He made it safely back to Driftmark,” Princess Rhaenyra replied carefully. She craned her neck once more, suddenly more eager for the competitors to emerge, or simply wanting a distraction from the topic. “I was told he has important matters to attend to… He does send his apologies about missing the wedding, though.”

You felt sympathy for the Princess. While she and Laenor got along well, you knew there were struggles in a marriage that even respect for the other could not fix. You patted her hand once more, wordlessly offering support for her unspoken troubles.

At that moment, two additional guests joined the royal family’s box. They descended down the stairs swiftly, before taking their seats beside you.

Princess Rhaenyra turned, and frowned at them. “Lilyan, Eyla! Where in the Seven Hells have the two of you been this morning?”

The Strong ladies, daughters of the Hand of the King and the Princess’ youngest ladies in waiting, gave her hurried apologies.

“The seamstress brought our dresses for the wedding feast to our chambers first thing this morning,” Eyla explained abashedly. “She wanted to make sure she had enough time to make any final alterations.”

“It took longer than we anticipated,” Lilyan concluded.

Princess Rhaenyra put up a stern front for only a second, and then her expression softened. “I suppose, in the light of all that is going on, I shall not hold it against you this time.”

It was quiet for a moment, as no one, not even you, dared to speak.

“So, tell me,” Princess Rhaenyra said then, “... How do the gowns look?”

Upon the inquiry as to the state of their dresses, both girls immediately descended into an enthused discussion. The discussion was only halted by the ringing out of trumpets.

The competitors for the event had finally arrived.

One by one, all of the competitors were introduced by the crier, and applause rang out for each and every one of them… though, it was noted that the reception for some was more thunderous than for others.

They each rode into the arena on their steeds, bid their respect to the royal family, and began to line up along the walls of the arena, where they dismounted and readied their selected weapons of choice for the melee. Though there were no favors that would be given today, due to the nature of the event and the close combat it required, several of the competitors caught your attention as they made their entrance.

“Ser Criston Cole of the Stormlands!”

He’d won one event earlier in the tourney- horse riding.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Queen Alicent give Ser Criston a rather proud look as the knight bowed respectfully to the royal family. Despite his atrocious behavior at the opening feast of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s wedding celebrations, Ser Criston was now Queen Alicent’s sworn protector. You would have been lying if you said you had not found their suddenly close companionship alarming.

Meanwhile, Princess Rhaenyra went stiff beside you, and the look the knight gave was cold, blank. It was almost as though she was not acknowledging him at all. Whatever happened between Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Criston Cole a few months prior, she had not shared the full details of it with you. Perhaps that was for the best.

Regardless, and in what felt like no time at all, the Princess had lost one of her greatest allies at Court. Unfortunately, Queen Alicent had welcomed him to her good graces gladly.

You thought Ser Criston Cole was lucky to have not been stripped of his knighthood and exiled… But here he was, competing in another tourney, acting as though his previous deeds had not been ghastly at best.

“Ser Royce Baratheon of Storm’s End, eldest son of Lord Borros Baratheon!”

He had not won an event in the tourney so far- but had come in at a close second in two of them.

The sight of the rider wielding a golden shield with black stag changed the Princess’ tune swiftly. The coldness melted, and she watched with great interest as the future Heir to Storm’s End rode into the arena. When the man bowed before the royal family, you swore you saw Lord Royce’s eyes linger on Princess Rhaenyra for a few seconds longer than what would have been considered circumstantial, or polite.

Had this been anyone else, you would have scorned at their actions. But this was Princess Rhaenyra- not only the woman you served, but a trusted friend. In a low tone, you whispered to her, “Was Lord Royce not present during your tour of the Stormlands some months back, Your Grace?”

“He was,” the Princess conceded, just as softly, in a wistful tone. Her eyes did not leave the knight in question as he steered his horse off towards the other side of the arena. “But he talked an awful lot back then… And seeing someone brandish weaponry so confidently is another matter entirely.”

You nearly blushed at her suggestive comment, even though you agreed completely. Seeing your betrothed compete in the tourney over the past few days, despite your worry over his safe-keeping, and your concern regarding the events after your upcoming wedding feast, had left you feeling rather… desirous of him.

“Ser Derron Tyrell of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Reach, and Warden of the South!”

You clapped more vigorously than you had thus far as you watched your brother ride into the arena. After bowing to the royal family, you saw him catch the eye of an individual seated amongst the Lannisters, who were seated in the section beside the royal family’s box. You knew he had to have looked upon Lady Cerelle- Lord Jason Lannister’s oldest daughter.

Your brother, though he had won the archery event a few days before, made quite the spectacle during the jousting event on the first day. Derron had requested the favor of Lady Cerelle, which she granted him. He then proceeded to knock her younger brother Loreon off his horse and promptly onto his rear end with a single strike. The quick defeat of the young lord in the first round was much to the young man’s anger, and even more so to the embarrassment of his father. And yet, you smiled at the memory.

“Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of Lord Otto Hightower, and brother of the Queen!”

Ser Gwayne had won the axe throwing event the previous day, beating Ser Royce by only a narrow margin. The Queen displayed a newfound enthusiasm for her brother after the recent win, and she gleamed at him brightly as he paid his respects to the royal family.

“Ser Harwin Strong of Harrenhal, eldest son of Lord Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King!”

You didn’t bother to hide your smile as your betrothed finally rode into the arena. Sword sheathed at his side, Ser Harwin Strong wore his armor, which you had come to see him don more often than not, and held a shield bearing House Strong’s sigil in his free hand. After bowing to the royal family, Ser Harwin Strong unabashedly captured your gaze and smiled at you.

Despite the butterflies his look left you with, you smiled and subtly nodded your head to the side, silently pleading to him to move on. You knew the crier would prompt him to do so soon anyways if he continued to linger. Thankfully, your betrothed did as you subtly suggested. He was just as excited for the fifth and final event as the crowd watching him.

Once all of the competitors had been introduced, the knights took their places along the walls of the arena, arming themselves with their shields and weapons of choice. The center of the tourney ground had been cleared out of all other obstacles, allowing them ample room to go about the field as they pleased.

After everyone was readied, King Viserys briefly welcomed everyone to the final day of Princess Helaena’s celebratory tourney. Then the crier finally announced the beginning of the event.

The eager cheering of the crowd rang out, and the melee began.

…

The melee went on for several hours.

You watched with both great intrigue and bated breath as the knights struck and reigned blows upon each other. Though every weapon yielded was blunted, so as to discourage any lethal results of the competition, the sheer force of being hit and bludgeoned with any of them was more than capable of causing bruising and breaking bones.

Alliances emerged as the melee continued, but most were dissolved just as quickly as they had formed. However, a few participants watched the backs of one another for longer stretches of time. You were pleased to see that one of the longer standing alliances was that of your brother Derron and Ser Harwin. The pair of them had taken down five of their opponents in the first half hour of the melee. But that was not too shocking; your brother was a skilled fighter, and Ser Harwin had been nicknamed Breakbones for a reason.

But eventually, the need for alliances dwindled. One by one, knights were bested, and they yielded to another willingly… or they were knocked out cold, and the crier had deemed them as unable to continue. The fighting did not cease in the background as unconscious bodies were dragged off the tourney ground.

Though only a few men were left on the field, the audience was as enthralled as ever.

A major upset came when Ser Royce Baratheon, armed with a war hammer that he handled as though it was only a mere extension of his arm, forced Ser Criston Cole to his knees. The sworn protector of the Queen yielded to his opponent. You could hear the disappointed sigh of Queen Alicent behind you, despite being seated several rows away.

You snuck a glance at Princess Rhaenyra as Ser Royce Baratheon briefly celebrated his victory. You could tell by the look in her eyes that the future Heir to Storm’s End had successfully captured her complete and undivided attention. It was not immediately certain what would come of this, if anything at all. But you did know that whatever it was, you would never speak of it. If the Princess had a wandering eye, or wandering hands, well… Those would be secrets you would take with you to the grave.

Unfortunately, Ser Royce’s victory had also garnered the attention of Ser Gwayne Hightower, who proceeded to attack him with vigor. Due to fatigue achieved from several hours of fighting, it did not take long for the young Lord to yield to the son of the former Hand of the King.

Whilst Ser Harwin was preoccupied fighting a newly appointed knight and bannerman of House Tully, Derron decided to take on Ser Gwayne. The two were nearly the same age, and had spent significant amounts of time together in their youth. But as they grew older, the friendship of their boyhood faded, giving way to their more competitive natures. Such was only fitting; the Tyrells and Hightowers, though the latter had always sworn fealty to the former, were almost always entangled in nuanced competition for power within the Reach.

The pair of them fought tooth and nail for dominance, but eventually, your brother Derron was forced to yield in order to save himself from a broken arm at Ser Gwayne’s hand. The knight from House Tully had also yielded, leaving your betrothed and Ser Gwayne as the last two competitors on the field.

At first, the onslaught between the competitors felt a bit personal… and perhaps it was. Ser Harwin had won the joust on the first day. He defeated countless other competitors in the previous rounds before dismounting Ser Gwayne in the final one to claim victory.

Thankfully, the battle between the final two knights passed relatively quickly, though it still felt too long for your liking.

At one particular moment, you, along with the Ladies Lilyan and Eyla beside you, almost shot up from your seats with concern as Ser Gwayne successfully landed a particularly brutal blow with his blunted sword to the temporarily exposed neck of Ser Harwin. The latter fell to his knees, and you watched fearfully, silently praying he would yield so as to spare himself from any serious harm.

But the blow only fueled the fire in your betrothed. Suddenly enraged, he fought through the pain to spin and clear himself out of the way of Ser Gwayne’s following strike. Not but a minute later, the tables had turned. The Queen’s brother was on his back, yielding to Ser Harwin as the former’s blunt sword was pressed to his neck.

The crowd erupted into cheers for all of the competitors, but especially for the victor. Though, perhaps none of them cheered quite so loudly as you and the Strong sisters. However, the cheers and praises from Princess Rhaenyra could have easily been a close second.

“I hereby declare Ser Harwin Strong of Harrenhal as the victor of the melee, and the overall champion of the tourney!” King Viserys announced as a squire brought over Ser Harwin’s steed.

Beside the King, Lord Lyonel Strong looked most pleased, blatantly gleaming with a father’s pride.

As you continued to applaud, you watched with immense relief as your betrothed rode to the center of the arena, where he took a moment to revel in the cheers of the crowd.

A victor most deserved, you thought fondly.

Once the volume of the crowd began to fall, the King continued. “Ser Harwin, as champion of these games, it is your right to dedicate your victory to any lady in attendance, and thereby name her as the Queen of Love and Beauty.”

The crier, who had joined Ser Harwin in the center of the arena, presented him with a crown of roses. You could see the vibrant color of the flowers all the way from your seat. Their petals were blood red, and most likely from what would be one of the last gatherings of the season.

Ser Harwin thanked the crier and took the crown from him. The audience continued to applaud as Ser Harwin rode across the arena. He halted his horse right in front of the royal family’s box, and looked up at you.

“Lady Y/N!” he called up.

You rose from your seat, ignoring the giggling and bubbly babblings of the Strong sisters and the knowing smirk from Princess Rhaenyra. You stepped forward, and placed your hands on the railing before you as you looked down onto the field.

Despite how battered, dirty, and downright exhausted he appeared, Ser Harwin’s smile shone through all of it, making your heart swoon. “Lady Y/N of House Tyrell, would you accept a champion’s favor?”

You’d be willing to accept just about anything Ser Harwin bestowed upon you… but that was neither here nor there.

You forced your voice to keep steady as the pure joy you felt all but consumed you. “It would be my honor, Ser Harwin.”

Being mindful as to hold your balance, you leant further over the railing. You tiled your head downwards slightly, allowing Ser Harwin to reach up and place the crown of roses delicately upon your head.

King Viserys declared approvingly, “A fitting crown, for the Lady of Roses!”

The crowd cheered.

The evening of the following day, a feast was held.

Though a larger and grander wedding feast would follow the ceremony tomorrow morning, you were excited for the additional opportunity to celebrate with your family, friends, and the majority of your invited guests.

Prior to your father’s passing, he and Lord Lyonel had decided that the wedding would take place in Highgarden. Your family had agreed to be responsible for the majority of the expenses, and, since more of the resources were closer to your disposal at your home, it was the most reasonable option.

But after your father’s passing, King Viserys had insisted that some space within the Red Keep and surrounding gardens be used for the celebration instead. The King’s offer had surprised you. Perhaps he pitied you for the recent loss of your father- whom he still referred to as “old friend.” Perhaps he did not wish for his daughter to travel to Highgarden without her husband. Or perhaps King Viserys was simply very amicable with his current Hand, and as such, did not wish to miss the wedding of his eldest son.

Whatever the reason, neither you, Harwin, his Lord Hand father, or your recently inherited Lord of Highgarden brother were in any position to turn down the King’s offer.

Your family had been spared from some of the wedding expenses, and that was something for which you were sure your brother was grateful for. Though Derron had been preparing for the role he had stepped into for his entire life, he was still adjusting to his new title and responsibilities. But, in time, you knew he would grow to be a man who made your father’s memory proud.

Though the wedding had been moved to take place in King’s Landing, a large number of your and Ser Harwin’s invited family and friends had still been able to attend, and you were grateful for that. In addition to the festivities tomorrow, most of your guests decided to attend this evening’s fest as well.

King Viserys was absent. He sent his regards ahead of time, noting that he wished to rest for the ceremony and celebrations tomorrow. The Queen was absent as well, citing her need to care for her husband. However, a large gathering of Hightowers had still gathered, including the now-mending Ser Gwayne. You decided that it fell upon your brother to greet them later and exchange pleasantries.

Princess Rhaenyra was also present. She’d been given a place of honor at the high table, as the lack of the rest of the royal family had created a question of where she would be seated. It worked out perfectly; the familial guests on Ser Harwin’s side of the table outnumbered your own by far, even with the addition of the Princess.

As the meal began, Lord Lyonel commanded the attention of the room with a speech thanking the guests for their attendance.

“I thank you all for traveling, both near and farm to attend the wedding of my eldest son Harwin, to the lovely Lady Y/N Tyrell.”

A polite round of applause followed.

As Lord Lyonel continued his speech, you were frequently distracted by your brother, seated to your right, and your betrothed, seated to your left. Both men were equally as guilty for shifting and groaning every so often in pain as a result of the blows they’d endured throughout the tourney that week.

“What am I going to do with the two of you?” you asked them under your breath, smiling politely at Lady Hightower when she gave you a slightly suspicious look from the table where the rest of her family was seated.

“Take pity on us fools, I hope,” Harwin whispered back, giving you a small smile strained by his discomfort.

“Is this what I have to look forward to for our marriage?” you countered softly, your tone more teasing than serious. Then, to the both of them, you said, “The two of you knew the ceremony and feast were to take place tomorrow, and yet the both of you still insisted on taking place in the tourney.”

“Sister, might I remind you that your betrothed is now the champion of that tourney?” your brother asked redundantly. Then, Derron huffed. “Truly, Y/N- you act as though you are completely unaccustomed to such behavior, when you’ve been putting up with my antics your entire life. Now, it seems like my soon to be brother will merely be taking my place on the morrow.”

You gritted your teeth. “... Brother?”

“Yes, Sister?”

“Eat your food that we’ve paid for.”

Derron said nothing in protest. He promptly did exactly as you bid him, though not without the accompaniment of some wine to help dull his pain.

You turned to Harwin, and involuntarily frowned as another pained look flashed across his face. He readjusted his chair once more and sat up straighter in an effort to find some relief. Your gut sank at the sight of the ghastly bruise that had begun to form upon his neck from where he had fallen victim to Ser Gwayne Hightower’s blow during the tourney’s melee. The fresh purple color crept up the skin of his neck, and disappeared beneath the collar of his doublet. For a moment, you dared to wonder how far the wound traveled, only hidden from sight.

Before Ser Harwin could settle himself and place his hand back upon the table, you stopped him by placing your own overtop of his.

His hazel eyes snapped up to meet yours. You wanted nothing else but to drown in those pools of calming green, but unfortunately, you had a rather large audience.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

Harwin gave you a brief but affirming nod. Before you could say anything further, he lifted your hand and placed a soothing kiss upon the back of it. He lowered your hands, but did not withdraw his own. Instead, your hands rested, fingers intertwined, on top of the table.

With the reassurance from your love, your attention returned once more to your soon to be father by marriage, who was concluding his speech. You almost wished you’d heard more of it. The little of it you managed to catch warmed your heart, and you found yourself incredibly thankful to be marrying into a family who seemed to value one another as highly as your own did.

Your brother gave a speech following the Lord Hand’s. It was inevitable that he mentioned the recent passing of your father; you knew it had been coming. But at the first sight of your falling face, Ser Harwin’s hand tightened around your own in a silent gesture of support.

Once the meal and speeches were concluded, you and Harwin took to the dance floor first.

Though all eyes were upon you, you still dared to converse with one another.

“Perhaps this feast will not end with you whisking me away to safety,” you jested, loud enough so that only he could hear.

“I should hope not, My Lady,” Ser Harwin agreed heartily. He spun you once, before pulling you back to him. Then, he gave you a conflicted frown. “I can still feel the bruises you inflicted upon me that evening, though no traces of them remain.”

You bowed your head sheepishly, not having realized that you had hit or kicked him nearly that hard. Yet again, the scene you had been in was one of pure chaos, and you had no idea who had swept you up and over their shoulder at the time. Your instincts had kicked in.

“I must admit,” Harwin confessed good-naturedly, “You are a lot stronger than I would have surmised.”

Coming from him, it was one of the highest compliments you’d ever received. “Perhaps I am marrying into the right family, then.”

“Perhaps you are,” he agreed, a playful glint in his eyes.

After your shared dance concluded, several others took to the floor, while other guests took the opportunity to speak and acquaint themselves. Harwin excused himself remorsefully, explaining that his father wished for him to make rounds with the guests. You understood, knowing it wouldn’t be long before your brother Derron would find you and ask you to do the same.

In the meantime, you busied yourself with a group dance next. The Strong sisters joined you on the dance floor, and the three of you spun and stepped along to the beat of the song with excitement and ease. The more time you spent with them, the more you came to love the young women who would shortly become family. You hadn’t been blessed with many sister-like figures in your early life, but you’d take advantage of it fully, now that you had been.

In the periphery of your eye, you spotted Lady Cerelle Lannister lingering on the edge of the dancefloor. Earlier that evening, your brother had requested that you might try to get to know the young woman a bit better. You had your sneaking suspicions as to why, but, as he was your brother, you still wanted to do what you could to assist him with the matter.

Once the song was concluded, you excused yourself from the Strong sisters, and made your way over to her.

“Lady Y/N,” she greeted, nodding courteously.

You returned the gesture with a smile. “Lady Cerelle. Are you enjoying the feast?”

“Very much so,” she answered, genuine warmth filling her every word. “Congratulations on your wedding, and to Ser Harwin. Besting the competitors in that tourney must not have been an easy task, but he did so with great honor.”

“I will extend him your congratulations,” you assured her. “If my brother could not have been the victor, I am glad it was Ser Harwin.”

“Lord Derron fought just as well,” Lady Cerelle insisted. “It is a shame Ser Gwayne halted his momentum.”

Lord Lannister’s daughter spoke of your brother with great respect. And, you swore there was something else hidden amongst her well-spoken words… A bit of fondness, maybe? You did not think too highly of several of the Lannisters, but Lady Cerelle seemed to carry herself in a matter dissimilar to the others. Perhaps she would thrive in an environment in which she was not constantly surrounded by her family… as you had.

It was enough for you to wish to test the waters. “I was just discussing with Lady Lilyan and Lady Eyla about arranging a visit to Highgarden in the spring… Have you ever been?”

“I am afraid I have not had the pleasure, My Lady.”

“Perhaps you would care to join us?” you proposed. “There will be several festivals, and the gardens in the spring are truly a sight to behold.”

To your surprise, Lady Cerelle smiled enthusiastically in response to your request. “Perhaps I would.”

“I beg you to consider it,” you beamed encouragingly. “I shall write to you later to make the arrangements. My brother would be most honored to host you at Highgarden, My Lady.”

Lady Cerelle picked up on the meaning behind your words at once. She blushed. “As I would be to receive the invitation.”

…

Some time later, you politely excused yourself to return to the high table. You desperately sought something to quench your thirst.

On your way, you noted Lord Larys, Ser Harwin’s younger brother, was having what appeared to be a pleasant conversation with your cousin, Lord Garrett Redwyne. It made you very happy to see potential bonds forming between yours and your betrothed’s families.

Finally, you reached the high table. But before you could even lift your goblet to your lips, a waiting servant approached you.

“My Lady,” she greeted you. “I was told that Princess Rhaenyra wishes to speak with you privately, out in the corridor.”

That piqued your interest.

You looked across the room, and spotted Princess Rhaenyra, who was conversing with Lord Lyonel. When she noticed you look her way, she nodded to you with a small smile, before her focus returned to Lord Lyonel.

“Thank you,” you told the serving girl. “Did the Princess say when she wished to meet with me?”

“I was only told that she wished to speak with you at once, My Lady.”

Even though it was the night before your wedding, you were in no position to keep Princess Rhaenyra waiting. Besides, if she needed to speak with you in the middle of the feast, it was likely to be a matter of high import.

You glanced about the room, confirming that no one in particular had eyes upon you. Once you were convinced the coast was clear, you slipped out of the banquet hall, and into the corridor.

The passage was empty. Though it was dimly lit by a few torches, moonlight fell upon the stone floor from the courtyard running alongside it, illuminating it.

You didn’t know what the Princess wished to speak with you about, but seeking some additional privacy certainly couldn’t hurt. You walked away from the banquet hall and headed further down the corridor. Footsteps echoed off the stone walls beside you.

You waited for five minutes. Then ten. And then some more.

Still, you continued to wait for Princess Rhaenyra.

Just as you were about to seriously debate returning to the banquet hall, knowing you could simply speak with the Princess in her chambers after the feast if she so wished, you heard the sound of footsteps drawing near.

You turned, and resummoned your patience as you watched the figure approach you.

It was not Princess Rhaenyra.

“Lord Loreon.”

The young golden-haired lord smiled.

Princess Rhaenyra was conversing with Lord Lyonel Strong and congratulating him on the wedding when she saw you slip out of the banquet hall and into the corridor. She thought it odd when you did not immediately return, but eventually wrote it off. She hadn’t seen Ser Harwin for a while either, and she suspected he might have also taken the opportunity to briefly step outside the feast and have a moment with you alone.

But as she conversed with the Hand of the King, she was taken aback when Ser Harwin approached them. He looked a bit confused, though not quite alarmed. Yet.

“Your Grace, Father- I apologize for interrupting. Have either of you seen Lady Y/N?” Ser Harwin questioned them. He looked around the room with a slight frown, eyes rapidly scanning the area for any sight of you.

Before Princess Rhaenyra could offer up what little information she had, your brother, the newly-inherited Lord Derron Tyrell, also approached the small gathering.

“Are you looking for my sister as well?” Lord Derron surmised, not bothering to wait for a confirmation to his question before continuing. “Our aunt wishes to speak with her.”

“I saw her slip out into the corridor,” Princess Rhaneyra recalled. “But that was quite some time ago…”

Lord Lyonel, as if seeing the gears of worry start to churn in his son’s head, added, “Perhaps Lady Y/N just needs a bit of time to herself. It has been an eventful few days.”

Ser Harwin settled down a bit at his father’s reassurance, but it was clear he was not completely at ease.

“I believe the Lord Hand is right,” Lord Derron agreed, clapping a reaffirming hand on Ser Harwin’s shoulder. “I’m sure my sister just wanted some fresh air… it is feeling a bit stuffy in here. If she has not returned shortly, I shall go check on her myself.”

“Gods, where is that boy?” Lord Jason Lannister loudly demanded, from a nearby table. “Has anyone seen my son? …Where is Loreon?”

As if on queue, Princess Rhaenyra spotted the young lord in reference exiting the banquet hall. He slipped into the same corridor she had seen her own lady in waiting slip out into a while ago, and disappeared from view.

Upon merely seeing the Heir to Casterly Rock, you decided to return to the banquet hall with the utmost haste. There were plenty of other people you would rather converse with, let alone be forced to share the same space with. Princess Rhaenyra would understand if your conversation would have to be held at a later time.

“Are you seeking a rest from the festivities, My Lord?” you asked as politely as you could manage. Your last conversation with Lord Loreon at Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s wedding welcome feast was not far from your mind. “I was taking a reprieve from the dancing myself, but I believe it’s best if I return to the feast now. If you’ll excuse me-”

Lord Loreon side stepped, effectively halting you in your tracks.

“It is a funny game you play, Lady Y/N, I shall give you that,” he said, a trace of a laugh lingering in his tone.

You frowned deeply. “I beg your pardon, My Lord?”

“This game of yours…” Lord Loreon trailed off, as if thinking deeply about how to describe what he was thinking of. “It’s a game of cat and mouse, is it not?”

You stared at him blankly, having no idea what in the Seven Hells he could possibly be referring to.

Lord Loreon snickered to himself. “I knew your coldness towards me had to be a charade. And all this business with your brother, trying to gain my sister's affections? That was part of it as well, wasn’t it? ... It was all a ploy, correct? A ruse so that you could grab my attention? …Well, I must admit, it worked. Rather well, actually.”

You were stunned speechless by your sheer confusion.

“I understand you are having doubts about your betrothal,” Lord Loreon informed you matter of factly. Offhandedly, he added, “As you should.”

“What are you-”

“But that is no matter,” he interrupted proudly, smiling once more. “You have confided in me now, and not a moment too soon. That is what matters. Just say the word, and we can flee King’s Landing tonight.”

You scoffed in disgust. The way Lord Loreon spoke was as if in some sort of enamored trance. It was completely out of character for him, and you were highly disturbed. “Are you well, My Lord? … When my brother knocked you off your horse during the joust, did you hit your head as well?”

By some miracle, Lord Loeron took no offense to your comment. And that is when you knew something was terribly wrong.

The thought was only reinforced when he placed his hands up against the wall, one flat against either side of your head. You were pinned between the delusional young Lord before and the cold stone at your back.

“Let us steal away,” Lord Loreon proposed conspiringly, putting on what you could only guess was his best attempt at flirtation. “We could be well on our way to Casterly Rock by morning’s light.”

You smacked him right across the face as hard as you could. The sound echoed harshly throughout the otherwise silent corridor.

The spell had broken, and Lord Loreon snapped out of his stupor, leaving him in a brief haze. But then, realization overcame his face as he processed what you had done, and his confusion shifted to anger.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. A single finger was raised, pointing at you warningly.

Before Lord Loeron could make a threat, a third voice roared out.

“What in the gods’ name is the meaning of this?!”

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 Part 2 can be found HERE.

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bijoutarot · 7 months

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Lovers No Contact : What Now? ❤️‍🩹

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Your lover is VERY stubborn. They tend to manipulate your emotions in order to feel like they have control over you. It is hard to be in this awkward space with the person on your mind because this is someone who you feel like this can be long term. This is someone who you can envision being married to but they have a lot of growing up to do. They can be very controlling overall because it makes them feel more secure. This person may not be where they want to be in life yet and this makes them feel less than you. Your person is in love with you but they need to level up financially. These financial strains burdens your relationship. This can be resolved if they would apply themselves in their career. They may not be working a good paying job and they do not desire to go back to school. This relationship will improve when they begin to take their career seriously. The next step is for them to get a side hustle or a better paying job.

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In this connection someone is withholding intimacy. Your partner is yearning for you but you do not want to engage with them. It is hard for you to be attracted to this person after what they have done. Whenever you guys argue your s*x life suffers. Your libido weighs heavily on how they are treating you. You are the type that needs to be stimulated mentally and emotionally before you can unlock your physical realms. You desire to have a deep connection with your lover before you let them in. It isn’t easy for you to open up to people. You are very private person who rarely lets someone be in your personal space especially in your house. You are happier now that you are not speaking with this person. This space is much needed. The drama between you guys has been getting to the point where it isn’t worth it. You are in a space where you are reconsidering remaining single. Your walls are up high now.

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Despite you and your significant other not speaking with one another they are still trying to be intimate with you. When the two of you argue this ignites a passion that makes the makeup worth the arguing. You two have a spicy connection that is lowkey toxic. The make up is very wild, fun, and takes your breath away. Your person is extremely attracted to you. They love your features and your shape. They love you and admire you all the time. Sometimes they start arguments with you to see if you are still feeling the same way like in the beginning. They risk losing you each time you argue because they say hurtful things in the head of the moment. They always apologize but you believe them less and less each time. Deep down you know you deserve more but right now you are comfortable with this person. You have not realized that this person has been playing games.

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The arguing has been nonstop lately. This connection has been in a rough spot for a while now. You are trying to hold on but there is always something wrong. It is taking a toll on your confidence and you are beginning to regret taking this person back. This relationship is bringing back a lot of hurtful memories. This person hits below the belt often throwing things in your face to win an argument. This person is making you lose sleep. You have not been prioritizing eating, sleeping, or things that make you feel happy. The next step is to take time for yourself. You have to start putting more energy into yourself again. You are beginning to let this relationship consume you.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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i know it’s only thanksgiving… but i’m in a christmas mood!!! is it possible you could write a bit where reader is “snowed in” with the batch? (hunter is the reader’s bf perhaps🤭) thank you so much!!

hi! i deeply apologize for this being sooooo late, but i loved your prompt! i hope you enjoy this :)

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summary: you and the batch are stuck on a planet for longer than you intended when it starts to snow unexpectedly. thankfully, hunter is there to keep you warm.

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The Weather Outside Is Frightful

It was stupid for you to think it only ever snowed on Hoth, but you had never really traveled the galaxy before, so you had to cut yourself some slack. Because hey, Tech didn’t know the weather was going to be like this either, and he knew everything. Or, at least you thought he did.

The Havoc Marauder was currently parked on the outskirts of a forest on a planet you didn’t remember the name of, and large snowflakes had started to fall from the sky just over two hours ago. They didn’t seem dangerous when you looked at them, but it would clearly be impossible to try and pilot the ship out of this planet’s atmosphere without taking your lives in your hands, and so you were all stranded for the time being.

At first, you had been enthralled by the sight of it all. Your home planet had never seen snow, and Coruscant was too industrialized to sustain snow for long periods of time. You sat in the cockpit of the ship with Omega and stared out the window as the ground slowly disappeared under a blanket of white.

Then, it had gotten a bit annoying. It was cold, and while logically you knew that snowflakes weren’t going to feel like the summer sun on your skin, the first time you stepped outside, the chill bit its way right through your clothes and into your bones. You were all taking turns guarding the ship (personally you didn’t think anything would happen, but you understand the desire for security when the entire group was made up of fugitives), and you dreaded the times where Echo would step back inside, shake the snow off his armor, and let you know that it was time for your shift.

As night approached, you were more than happy to crawl into bed and pull the blankets up over your body. Hunter was still going to be guarding the ship for another half hour, but until he returned to bed you tried to soak up all the warmth you possibly could. Your relationship was still a fairly new one, but you began sharing a bunk with him almost immediately, and overall you couldn’t be happier right now.

“You sure you’re going to be warm enough without your bedtime buddy?” Crosshair had jokingly teased you, a sly smile on his face. Tech had turned down the heat to conserve fuel, and you genuinely were worried about being able to keep warm, but you were not about to admit it. You loved the other members of the batch to death, considering them the brothers you never had, but they also were relentless in their teasing (of both you and Hunter).

You had raised your eyebrows at him in response. “Are you sure you’ll be able to be warm enough tonight with that cold heart of yours?”

You could Echo laugh at your joke from his bunk, and Crosshair just rolled his eyes, but you could see the beginnings of the smile pulling at his lips (that he was no doubt trying to hide from you). Both of you knew that anything you said to each other was all in good fun, so you weren’t really worried about him taking it the wrong way. It was essential to surviving the teasing that you also learned to bite back whenever possible, and now they almost expected you to respond with smartass comments of your own.

By the time Hunter finally slipped into bed beside you, you couldn't be happier. His arms wrapped around you, and he was slightly cold from being outside, but after a few minutes his body had adjusted to the inside temperature, and his warmth was enveloping you. It was downright unfair (especially in situations like this) that the clones ran warmer than nat-borns, but at the same time, you also were grateful that you had an excuse to cuddle with Hunter whenever you wanted.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get off this planet tomorrow?” you asked quietly as he placed the softest of kisses on your cheek.

“Yeah, I think the snow is slowing down,” he said. “Once it stops, we’ll get back out there.” You just nodded in response, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, to the point where you couldn’t keep them open for any longer. The two of you fell asleep a few minutes later, your breaths evening out and syncing up as you snuggled closer to him.

***

“Aww, look at the lovebirds.”

“Shhh, you’ll wake them.”

“He’s right. I don’t want to deal with their lovesick glances this early in the morning.”

You cracked your eyes open and pulled your head up a little as you registered the voices in the room. The voices had come from Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair (in that order), and Echo was nowhere to be found. Not a single one of them seemed to have noticed or heard your movement, and you had to bite back a laugh that would give you away.

Right as you were going to lay your head back down again, you felt Hunter shift beside you, and soon he was glaring at his brothers, arms still wrapped tightly around you. “Shut up,” he grumbled, voice still gravelly from sleep. “Or I’ll make sure to leave you on this planet when we take off.”

“Nice try, but we’re already in hyperspace,” Crosshair said. “You two slept through takeoff.”

You could now feel the subtle vibrations of the room that clearly indicated that the ship was in flight, and you were glad that you weren’t stuck on that planet for any longer. Hunter didn’t move, just heaving a sigh before responding to his brother. “Whatever, I’m going to go back to sleep.”

It wasn’t that you wanted to break free from his embrace, but it seemed that you wouldn’t be moving for a while either, and you just allowed yourself to fall back into dreamland with your lover’s arms around you.

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vampryn · 3 months

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IM MOVED INTO MY NEW SPOT!!! im already soooo much happier here, my room mate is very similar to me in that she doesnt really like small-talk, so we just do our own thing which is ideal for me. i dont want to have a room mate who is my best friend ever, who hangs out in my room and talks to me for hours, i just want to coexist!!! and thats how it's been so far which is honestly such a sigh of relief. my room is dramatically larger than where i was before, and the space is overall better maintained and a lot cleaner. i'm really close to all of the things i need, and im really close to a subway station, so i can get anywhere very easily. im still unpacking but i'm getting close to the end!!!! the move actually went so smoothly, it only took 3 hours!! thats the fastest ive ever moved before. also all of my things actually fit in my new room!!!! so so exciting. i'm so happy that i'll be a lot more organized here, and my mind feels so much lighter. i have a much easier time falling asleep here as well, likely because i didnt trust my other room mates so i seldom felt secure enough to fully drift off. i'm very happy so far!!! im hoping 2024 keeps this energy, but i'm not going to be disappointed if something goes wrong. i expect the worst, and hope for the best!!

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xjulixred45x · 4 months

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This is just another request and a bit of an au but can I please ask for a soft platonic yandere Gojo with Father Demaryius

Like at first he tries to force Demaryius to be his father but

After getting scolded and having one of his daughters teach him what love truly is platonically he ends up apologizing for what he did

And Demaryius decides to give him another chance on the condition he never tells anyone where Homeworld is and Promises to never harm his new siblings ever again

Like in general what type of soft platonic yandere Sun would he be for father Demaryius

Demaryius doesn't forgive easily but he'll make an exception just this once

Before he's left with no other option other than to either destroy Gojo or rewind time

I am going to answer this as an additional question rather than as a Request, since otherwise I feel that it would be very short of an entire Post. Sorry if it's not what you wanted, but it's what feels most comfortable for me on this occasion.

I think that as such Yandere Gojo would not feel ashamed in the least for what he did, sorry yes, but not ashamed, he still loves Demaryius reader a lot so he is not ashamed of what he did, but he does not want to break it, so who apologizes

He's definitely a romantic Yandere for that Daughter! He is also very gentle, he learned from his mistakes and is willing to be more subtle with his tendencies in order to have what he is looking for and make her happier with him. He is a very sweet romantic soft yandere with said daughter, he spoils her, pampers her, protects her, clingy yo her, although he is a little too protective... but Demaryius reader can see that he is much more mature than before. so he agrees to have him in the family, that is, the first time he is a danger to his children he WILL ANNIHILATE HIM.

is over the moon with the opportunity to be in a loving and GENUINE family, defends them all fiercely. It becomes a little worrying, but everyone downplays it because it was much worse before, so...

although he definitely watches and controls them without them knowing, just to make sure everyone is "safe and secure."

Gojo is a very clingy soft platonic Yandere, I already said that. but in this scenario it would be more subtle (because the daughter Demaryius already helps him with that). and in general he is more like a guard dog, only attacking whoever he perceives as an imminent threat to Demaryius.

and happily wags its tail at any kind of affection from its "father" and siblings. tolerates Maku because it makes his father happy, and will happily get rid of anyone who tries anything against them :)

Overall, he is a super lethal little dog.

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voy a contestar esto como una pregunta adicional mas que como una Request, ya que sino siento qje quedaría muy corto como todo un Post. perdon si no es lo aue querías, pero es lo que me sienta mas comodo en esta ocasión.

creo que como tal Yandere Gojo no se sentiria avergonzado en lo mas minimo por lo que hizo, arrepentido si, pero no avergonzado, sigue amando mucho a Demaryius reader por lo que no sienre vergüenza de lo aue hizo, pero no quiere romperlo, por lo que se disculpa.

definitivamente es un Yandere romántico para esa Hija! aunaie muy suave, aprendió de sus errores y esta dispuesto a ser mas sutil con sus tendencias con tal de tener lo que busca. es un yandere suave romántico muy dulce con dicha hija, la consiente, la mima, la protege, aunque es un poco demaciado protector...pero Demaryius reader puede ver que es mucho mas maduro que antes. por lo que acepta tenerlo en la familia, eso si, a la primera de ser un peligro para sus hijos LO ANIQUILARA.

está sobre la luna con la oportunidad de estar en una familia cariñosa y GENUINA, los defiende a todos ferozmente. llega a ser un poquiiiito preocupante, pero todos lo miniminzan poraue era mucho peor antes, asi que...

aunque definitivamente los vigila y controla sin que ellos sepan, solo para asegurarse de que todos esten "seguros y a salvo".

Gojo es un Yandere platonico suave muy pegajoso, eso ya lo dije. pero en este escenario seria mas sutil(porque ya la hija Demaryius le ayuda con eso). y en general es mas como un perro guardian, solo ataca a quien percive como una amenaza inminente para Demaryius.

y mueve felizmente la cola ante cualquier tipo de afecto de su "padre" y hermanos. tolera a Maku porque hace feliz a su padre, y felizmente se deshara de cualquiera que intente algo contra ellos :)

en general, es un perrito súper letal.

#drabbles #male reader #fem reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #platonic yandere #yandere #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #yandere gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo

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sheliesshattered · 25 days

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I finished my lightsaber bag last weekend, but work has been so hectic that I haven't really had the time to take photos and write up a post about it until now.

The finished bag, when closed like this, is 39" long and 5" wide. It fits my lightsaber (hilt with 28" blade attached) just perfectly, and it's so nice and soft and padded inside that I feel like my saber is protected from most things it would encounter either at home or out in the world. I wouldn't check it as airline baggage in just this bag, but short of that it feels pretty secure.

The top flap closes with a large strip of brown velcro, which makes it quick and easy to get my saber out when I need it. That faux-suede fabric I used for the lining is a bit grippy, and the interior of the bag is too narrow to get even my tiny raccoon hands into, so it takes just the right amount of force (no pun intended) to draw the lightsaber out of the bag. Even with the flap open, there isn't much risk of the saber just falling out of the bag.

The fake pocket flap in the middle of the bag, near the right edge of the above picture, hides another bit of velcro, which allows me to close off the bag at a slightly shorter length by folding the top flap down even further, until the velcro on the left side of the picture meets up with the underside of that flap. I didn't get any pictures of that, since it's really only usable when I separate the hilt and blade of my saber, which is just fiddly enough that I prefer to keep them attached when I can. But it does give me the option, say for a Disney trip, to remove the hilt and wear it on my belt, and then have just the blade in the bag, with the bag being a little bit shorter and lighter and easier to carry onto rides and such.

The pocket at the lower end of the bag is sized for carrying the hex wrench and little screws needed for attaching the blade to the hilt, and also has enough room to tuck the charging cable in there as well.

I've taken to storing my fingerless leather gloves clipped onto the bag, just so they're handy for practicing with the saber every evening. I've built up a good repertoire of flow arts combinations, training on both hands pretty equally, and find that my frequently achy wrists and shoulders are much happier for the routine. I'm hoping to get video of it soon.

When I'm not using my saber, it lives in the bag hung from a hook on the wall. I might like to eventually have a dedicated hook at something closer to waist level, but for now this higher up coat hook works just fine.

The carrying strap took a little bit of fiddling around with to figure out what was most comfortable (even though the whole thing is easily under 5lbs, probably closer to 3), but looped through the top ring and then clipped at the bottom seems to be the winning combination. I can pull the bag on over my head, but the easier thing is to unclip the big S carabiner from the lower ring. The strap isn't permanently attached to the bag anywhere, so I can experiment with other arrangements or even other straps in the future, if I want to.

The chalk guidelines from when I put the lettering on are still showing up somewhat in these photos, but in person they're hardly noticeable. I may do another erasing pass on them at some point, and I still haven't decided if I want to do some weathering with fabric paints or just leave it as is. Generally I'm really happy with how it turned out, but it's nice to know that I can easily make a few more adjustments to it if I feel like it.

But the next thing I want to spend some time working on is the lightsaber hilt itself. I picked out this particular combination of pieces knowing that I wanted to do some practical weathering on it. The hilt is made from aluminum with a nice matte black finish over top, and I've seen lots of examples online of the difference that sanding that surface makes to the overall look of the saber. Now that I've gotten to know the saber and figured out where my hands naturally want to hold it most often, it's just going to be a matter of getting in there with some sandpaper and starting to take off that black paint in a few places.

I've also been toying with the idea of adding a bit of heat bluing to the emitter using paints, and I think all those details will really help it look more like the 'fragile antique' that the bag proclaims it to be. Modifying my saber like that is a bit daunting, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want the hilt to look like when it's finished, so it's really just a matter of carving out some time to take pieces of the hilt apart and strategically attack them with sandpaper.

And besides that, the only thing I still need for Star Wars Nite is the actual tickets to Star Wars Nite, lol. We're coming up on the end of our third week with our new client, and we have a better idea of when the major milestones and deadlines are in April and May, so hopefully Jack and I can sit down soon and figure out when we want to head back to Batuu.

#my sewing #lightsaber bag #Batuu Bounding #Aurebesh #which reads:#'fragile antique: handle with care'#and when the flap is attached to the lower bit of velcro it instead reads:#'fragile handle with care'#it's such a tiny silly detail but I'm glad I was able to make the text line up like that lol #I think I will try to get through the weathering this weekend if I can #or at least make a serious start on it #pictures of that once there's something to look at #I have a list of other sewing projects I want to tackle but this might be the last of my Star Wars sewing for now #we'll see #2024 mood

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hunsa-jars · 4 months

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my overall little thoughts on HW2

I think Steel Wool did a wonderful job with most of the models here, bots like Baby and Ballora and Lefty and Scrapbaby look amazing

They're really getting there!

Love that this game functions as a bridge, during and after Security Breach but just before Ruin- like don't get me wrong, i'm also starving for answers after Ruin, however not immediately charging into the next big chapter and instead letting this game be a.. "small clues here and there and having some fun time at the plex before we have to leave it behind" situation was the right call

Let's talk about the animatronics for a hot sec, my mind is so full of them

I'm a Sister Location truther, so having this many levels with my favorite murder machine gang is giving me extra serotonin

Did not expect Yenndo to show up, like at all, it makes me so ridicoulusly happy

The Bidybabs and Minireenas had their time to shine as well, and BALLORA!! Missed her so much in Helped Wanted but she's here now so can't complain anymore

The ice cream moment with Baby was so oddly... bittersweet? Still have to digest that one, honestly. Oh- and the voice line about how she doesn't want to leave because it's safer here (the Sister Location bunker) stood out to me, it feels so.. Fazbear Entertainment altered, SHE WOULDN'T SAY THAT, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME

They brought back Ennard and i can't be happier, thank you for thinking of us starved fans. THO his model is pretty off, and his eyes not being the right colors really bug me, STILL i'm just gonna enjoy my food, thank you

Loved Glamrock Freddy's mini game and voice lines so much, he's sooo

And that hot comment- they know. They know us.

Gotta adore that they made Glamrock Chica sillier and more endearing. Is it just me who finds her super endearing here, like her little mannerism and how she's watching us make f- no? Alright.

Showing us how Roxy got her mask she wears in Ruin was so clever, now people can stop complaining about how "her endoskeleton does not look like that"

Suspiciously no separate Monty mini game, i know we had the mini golf one and the shooty one in Ruin already, but come on please

Can't believe they brought BONNIE BOWL back, it's nuts

And the fact that they're gently trying to imply that, yes, it was YOU KNOW WHO did that, it's shdnhns, okay

I have a newfound love for DJ, he's actually so cool?? Forget being the Glamrocks' or the Daycare Attendant's handler, sign me up to him please

Poor Helpy just can't catch a break, i feel so bad for him :<

Pigpatch was the last person i expected to see, good for him honestly, but wish they referenced the other Mediocre Melodies too

(or you know they could have had all of them sit around in the room with you. The attacker should have been Molten Freddy or Scraptrap but oh well i'm plenty fine with this too, no i'm not upset-)

LEFTY AND SCRAPBABY LOOK SO GREAT THANK YOU

I'm gonna miss the Staff Bots so much, thanks for giving us more time with them, those goofs

The Log Ride is insane. The Carousel is also insane.

It's always good to see Foxy again, he can also jumpscare! How neat is that

What is Mystic Hippo's deal? Genuinely, i have no clue

(Do the cards have any serious symbolic meaning? It's kinda driving me crazy)

Can't wait to hear the fnaf theorist youtubers misinterpret Candy Cadet's story, yippeeeee

SUN IS A PETTY BITCH AND I ADORE HIM TO DEATH- it's hysterical how some people are turned off by it when it makes so much sense that he is this way! Like... he's always been a perfectionist. While he wants kids to have fun creating and playing he expects perfect work from YOU, an employee. It's your job after all. He gets irritated if you misbehave or make a mess, it's pretty in character. He's impatient and rushes you. He talks so much smack.. and yet you can'tdeny he starts out giddy. The giddiness fades when you start making mistakes. BUT he also doesn't actually want to hurt anyone for no reason (gestures at the last arts and crafts level) Not gonna repeat my previous rants, but yes, he's perfect

Moon.. yes SW, give us more Moon pspsps-

Jack-O-Moon's design is so pleasing, people yall know what to do

Very fond of Carnie, don't know why yet but i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually and this mouse is gonna be pretty sad if he turns out to be a one-off character-

Glitchtrap only popping up here and there because his influence weakened is cathartic, i'm not gonna stop thinking about it any time soon

The memory collectables.................... yeah.....

THE BONNIE MASK WHAT DO YOU MEAN STEEL WOOL COME BACK

The whole Princess quest segment was so cool, i'm glad it went down the way it did. Cheered when Vanny crushed Glitchbastard, yes queen

(My only frustration with this game is here... the graveyard. The order you have to light up the torches. I don't know how to feel about it yet)

THE MASK BOT ENDING IS EVERYTHING ACTUALLY

And Cassie's new model, she's so cute!! My poor daughter

In conclusion

Great game, I'm very normal about it

#random squeak #fnaf #help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 spoilers

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orbmanson7 · 1 year

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Going to expand a little further on some thoughts from this post, but with more focus on Logan and what we can learn from WTIT.

In WTIT, Logan specifically said to Thomas, "You are fixating on a situation that is making you feel especially insecure. And that situation is out of your control. Dealing with this messy apartment would make you feel more secure, but it's also stressing you out because there's a lot to do, and you don't want to do it. All of that is a perfect recipe for intrusive thoughts, which you are not particularly well-equipped to handle right now given your low self-esteem."

So, in essence, what Logan is saying here is that Remus is thriving because Roman is not. Logan has recognized both the problem and its causes, and knows (part of) the solution. However, Logan is attempting to resolve the whole thing on his own, when that simply won't work.

As he mentioned, Thomas can't handle Remus because of his low self-esteem, which is indicative of Roman being down in the dumps and unmotivated. Without lifting Roman's self-esteem, Remus will continue to bother Thomas and push him to stress. And the more stress Thomas endures, the more anxiety he has, indicating that Virgil may be out of control or having an immense effect on Thomas. This, too, cannot be resolved without confronting and trying to help Virgil, likely by listening and caring about what he has to say (his issue is currently more directed at Thomas than it is the other sides, though). Beyond that, Patton has been adding to Thomas' stress, as well, in a myriad of ways, and Janus has stepped in to get Thomas to care for himself, but Patton is likely to still make Thomas feel guilty about it, continuing to add to his stress and preventing him from properly resting or getting the help he may need at this time… Which, in turn, adds back to the stress, anxiety, and low self-esteem he's experiencing.

And then there's Logan. Like I've said before, Logan is attempting to fix all this on his own. He recognizes the others' contributions that can help Thomas and even utilizes them on their behalf to help Thomas, he uses his knowledge and research to help Thomas stabilize and keep calm, and he takes on the task of getting Thomas motivated and adhering to a schedule to get him back on track, knowing it is likely to increase his security, lower his stress, and help motivate him further. It is not an end-all be-all solution to what Thomas is experiencing, but it's a very good step in the right direction… if he could get it to work. The problem here is, Thomas doesn't want to do it, and this is likely a culmination of every other problem he's had up to this point.

Logan is dealing with the final boss before bothering to defeat any of the other mini-bosses that come before it, so, of course, he's bound to fail.

Unfortunately for Logan, failure isn't something he accepts easily, and he will only continue to find the resolution to all of Thomas' problems in similar ways, and continue to receive this same result because he's fighting this thing all on his own and not bothering to consult the others and bring a team, all equipped to help each other and defeat this thing properly.

We can infer this from Remus' little lyric change during WTIT, when he taunts Logan with his dunce cap, singing "can't fix this guy all by yourself."

Something that's been obvious for a while now is Logan's passion project of trying to keep Thomas punctual and to take on preventative care measures so Thomas can be more productive, more healthy, more available, and overall happier. But any time Logan has worked on scheduling with Thomas, he brings it up to Thomas and only Thomas. He doesn't gather input from the others, he just offers to help them schedule their time, too, which they likely feel hindered by and thus don't appreciate. But when it comes to later episodes like DWIT and WTIT? Logan is taking it upon himself to resolve Thomas' dilemma, with no consultation from the others, it's just him trying to keep Thomas calm, caring for him, debating cognitive distortions, and reminding him how to handle Remus…all while hoping to get Thomas on track enough to complete some overdue tasks that will continue to benefit Thomas in the future.

Now, he seems to be doing this because he is deeming it necessary as part of his function as one of Thomas' sides, filling a role that he believes is going unfulfilled, but why the hell is he taking on so much of this responsibility when clearly his own ideal scenario involves following his schedule and helping Thomas that way instead?

To be fair, even if he just went and asked for the other sides' help now, they wouldn't listen, and they would be unlikely to see why what he's doing would help Thomas, and they'd also be very unmotivated to do anything about it at this current stage anyway. Logan needs to work with the other sides to help resolve their issues first, then they can all work together. Doesn't seem efficient, but it's the only thing that will work. But he hasn't repaired the foundation that's been shifted and broken and he hasn't laid the groundwork to maintain or improve his relationships to the other sides, and that prevents him from improving anyone's situation, including his own. Logan sees that social requisite as inefficient, but fails to realize that he'll never succeed in convincing Thomas (and the other sides) to listen to him without it.

Logan will either continue to endure failure after failure, believing he is at fault for not utilizing better methods after each one, until he finally stops having the motivation to keep trying, or he will fully break, having already endured so much up to this point, and it will be ultimately dismissed as none of the other sides or Thomas have been made privy to Logan's personal struggles as he hasn't bothered to share them with anyone, effectively preventing him from earning that compassion and understanding from the others.

To truly defeat this final boss, Logan will need to reach out to the other sides, not only to help them with their problems but to explain and hopefully ask for assistance with his own. And that will probably end up being harder to do than fighting all these mini-bosses will have ever been. But it's the only way to get the sides and Thomas to work together as a team and finally help Thomas improve his way of life and relieve his stress.

#sanders sides #here i go again with the analysis shit sorry #logan sanders #long post #logan angst #technically #orbs thought bubbles #sanders sides analysis

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alittledizzy · 2 years

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I love how Dan agonised over how much of his life he should share, the morality of lying, and the impact that it has on his own personal identity. And Phil would absolutely tell us that he has a wife and two kids and not miss a blink of sleep over it.

Dan really did get that one right, didn't he? Phil will lie to anyone, Phil does not give a shit. I And like - we use the word 'lie' but really it's just Phil understanding his own boundary with an audience and knowing what he wants to keep personal vs. what he wants to share. If telling us he had a wife and two kids made him happier in his personal life, made him feel more secure and confident in his relationship or more safe overall, he wouldn't fucking hesitate.

#anon asks #phan asks

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spoiltizzy · 6 months

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Any new wg thoughts and/or ideas floating about now that we've gotten the new season?

(I for one have been thinking on how I can totally see Izzy unconsciously gaining a bit of weight once the season calms and he settles into his new relationships with the crew and being happier/more comfortable in general. In addition, I think being more trusting in the crew's overall competence and thus ability to secure necessities such as food would contribute as well, as he seems the type to fret over how much food there is and strictly ration whatever he eats to stretch it out as far as it'll go, so less worry about potentially starving -> eating more regularly and in larger amounts.)

ohh i like this! actually, i’ve had a lot of stuffing thoughts but not as many weight gain thoughts. but i love weight gain of course lol.

i think maybe something that could cause izzy to gain weight really would be trust in the crew, feeling safe with them. like he doesn’t always need to be on guard, like other people have got his back. he doesn’t constantly need to be the strong one, and in fact, he’s allowed to be soft and even rely on others to protect him if he needs to. he can let himself be full, indisposed with it. he can let himself get chubbier, because he doesn’t need to be in peak condition to protect himself and everyone else, he trusts that if he’s not they’ll still be safe.

also, i think izzy’s relationship with stede improving would be a factor, because he’d be more willing to accept stede’s way of rationing food supplies, which is probably just ‘everyone’s eats whatever and as much as they want and we get more if we need more’. izzy, a lot more laid back because he’s willing to accept now that there are other, easier ways to do things.

being so comfortable might even introduce izzy to something entirely new: eating for pleasure, rather than necessity. which is sure to have an affect on his waistline. his little vest getting so tight… his fuzzy little (or not so little) belly sitting in his lap all soft and cute when he sits in his bed eating stolen treats from the pantry at night.

most of the wg thoughts i’ve had about season two have been random little epilogues to stuffing ideas. it’s honestly kinda weird i don’t have that much to offer lol cause normally i’m constantly about tummy ideas haha.

oh! i have had several thoughts about ed wanting to make stede chubby again because stede came back to him more slender than he was before… something about being nervous that stede’s had to cut back now that he’s a real pirate, wanting stede to indulge and be soft like he used to be, sad that stede wasn’t able to do that and that he’s lost a part of himself (several kilos of soft belly) from it. ed just wanting to fix stede and take care of him, which is a sappy way of saying he wants to make stede fat. and of course stede probably wants to return the favour, make sure ed is well-fed, cared for, safe and soft and loved. yeah :)

#vin's belly writing #asks #ofmd s2 spoilers #vaguely

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Could casino eggy be considered a bit of a sugar daddy?

Yes he is one hehe. Well he is at heart at least, in the AU he doesn't officially have a relationship with that exact dynamic yet because they're either as wealthy as him like modern Eggman, refuse to take much from him like Boom Eggman, or just aren't the type for to allow it or don't suit it genuinely in other ways. You'd think everyone would dream of it and accept in a heartbeat but a lot of them that are younger and less wealthy than him actually don't. But I know I definitely would because it would make us both so happy!

But despite him not having it for real, he likes to at least try to roleplay it with his partners or even just flings or those taking money from him for other reasons by gifting them expensive things, urging them to take a lot of money from him, and acting like he's heartbroken and distraught if they won't until they give in and accept it because he wants it that bad. Imagine being begged to take thousands from the wealthiest man lol. He enjoys it and it can satisfy that desire quite a bit but it's still not quite the same.

He really wishes he had it as a real full time dynamic. He constantly dreams of getting to take in a guy in who's younger and handsome and significantly less wealthy or even very poor and completely turning his life around in every way. Making him rich, spoiling him with gifts, dressing him up with a whole new wardrobe of clothes from his high quality line he designed, letting him live in his big beautiful mansion, making sure he always eats well with fancy dinners, is very well looked after in every area, and given a life of a total luxury.

Seeing their life go through a huge transformation all thanks to him would please him and make him feel such pride. Besides having A Thing for it, it also just brings him joy to see how excited and happy he can make them and how they'll end up looking much happier, healthier, and wealthier. He likes seeing how their face lights up when he gets them anything they want whenever they want and makes all their dreams come true with the click of his fingers. He loves having the power to do so easily and impressing them.

He'd love for them to call him handsome and wealthy and generous, see how they're smitten by his charm, and how they're pleasantly overwhelmed by his love and affection. He'd like being able to say that he'll give them anything he wants as long as they're together and he gets his sugar with kisses and cuddles and more whenever he wants and that's all he expects in return. He also loves if they agree to dress up for him and go out with him so he can show off his beloved handsome boyfriend to everyone.

It's a case where he'll be a sweetheart and gentleman just as much as he can be cheeky and naughty and desire lots of intimacy as usual. Overall he'll be highly affectionate and loving in multiple ways similar to his relationship with Boom Egg but with a lot more spoiling with money and gifts than he allows. He'd love spending tons of cash weekly towards getting all the most expensive versions of everything they could ever want and seeing how much he can surprise them with his devotion.

My self shipping stuff with him is one case where he finally gets the chance to live that out properly in the ways he always dreams about. And god I really wish he were real as I desire it deeply, I'm in desperate need of it and he'd be delighted to give it, so it'd be a win win!!! 🥰 And he'd always be sure to jump at the chance to be a sugar daddy to any cute guy that's willing to play the part by taking lots of money from him and giving him lots of sugar. And they'd live a happy, fun, exciting, and secure life of luxury together 💜

#asks #casino au #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post

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itotakumi · 29 days

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hello, hello, hello! just me, ryan (h/h, 25+), returning to you again with another muse of mine. this one is someone a little newer to me, but he's a character i'm excited to write and get to know more. his name is itō takumi! originally hailing from japan, he relocated to korea in middle school and has lived here ever since. at present, he's studying child psych and education at skku, and is the secretary at the (secret) lgtq+ alliance. keep reading below!

he was born in osaka, japan, and though he has a lot of love for his home country, the memories he has from osaka aren't exactly the greatest. sadly, itō takumi was a victim of bullying by his peers. he's small, he's meek, he's got buckteeth, and back then, he wore the hugest glasses—ones that made his face/head look much smaller than it already is. he's mousy, and he's shy, and extremely studious. with kids being as feral as they can be, he had no chance.

in middle school, his dad accepted a huge job offer from a tech firm in south korea, and the entire family relocated when takumi was in middle school. starting over was something that excited him, and once he landed on korean soil, he wished for a brighter life, but instead, learned that people are cruel everywhere. though, for some reason, it was easier for him to make some friends in korea.

nowadays, he attends classes at skku, plans on becoming an educator in the future, and hopes to be an advocate for kids who are bullied at school. nothing would make him happier than making sure the voices of shier kids are heard. he feels as if it's his goal in life to be there for kids like him, especially since no one ever really stepped in to help him during his roughest days.

takumi is an exceptionally gentle soul. there's nothing he loves more than being helpful, and he devotes his life to assisting everyone he loves in solving their problems. he's nurturing, and sweet; he's the best giver of advice, even if he's never experienced certain things; he'll always give you a big hug if you need it; he'll help you with your homework, or he'll help organize your closet, or he'll take on any favor you ask of him—taking it to heart in a way that shows he deeply cares. this, though, only happens whenever a person gets to know him. some say he comes off rather timid, but once he feels secure, he unveils the many layers of his personality.

among them is a signature snark. while he's helpful and kind, he's no stranger to playfully criticizing a friend. he wants everyone to be better than they currently, including himself, so a little chiding here and there is typically how he expresses this. he's motherly, after all. it may be annoying to some, but despite his young age, he's often the friend who (s)mothers everyone else.

sometimes, he can be a little gloomy. maybe it's sick of him, but he loves to spend his downtime at home watching sad movies, reading sad books, listening to sad music, or even reminding himself of sad memories from his past. it's not because he's a masochist, rather, it's that he loves the wilted. he loves the downtrodden and marginalized. he loves seeing and hearing their stories of triumph, and redemption, and reliving his own. it reminds him that, regardless of the odds, a person is capable of facing any obstacle head on and conquering it.

overall, he's a sweetheart; a boy whose sole purpose in life is to do good, and be good, and help other people be good, as well. all he hopes is that people appreciate his efforts.

calling all students of skku! takumi would love to help you study, or he'd love your help getting to know the campus, or he'd even love becoming your friend if things work out. he's rather studious and shy, but he's easy to talk to if you're patient with him.

his mother owns a café in jongno (location coming soon...) that specializes in creating absolutely adorable bento box lunches for people. she also makes beverages with stunning latte art, as well as other baked goods and treats. takumi works p/t at her shop when he's not in class. maybe your muse is a frequenter of the café? maybe they're a coworker of his? we can work something out!

as he's been in korea for awhile now, he likely has friends from high school kicking around, as well as former bullies that used to give him a hard time. anything with some sort of history would be incredible to discuss. as he's a 2005 liner, something like this would make the most sense if your muse was in that general range as well, but!

maybe you're a friend he's made that watches romance dramas with him. it can be a routine. you two get together every sunday to catch up after a long week of school!

as always, i love to brainstorm and would be happy to do that with anyone, too!

#JONGNO:HELLO #( finally getting through the list! 😅

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Anyway because I'm in a sci fi mood right now (and rewatched the film recently) and you mentioned that you loved the film - I would love to know about your more detailed thoughts on Independence Day!!

It is absolutely a silly, feel good film to me. I love so much about it. Brent Spiner's delivery of all his lines before the alien autopsy gone wrong, Will Smith dragging an alien through the desert while bitching at it (he deserves to), Judd Hirsch and Jeff Goldblum's excellent chemistry as a father and son duo... even the music choice at the start of the movie - I can't hear R.E.M.'s It's the End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) without thinking of this movie and it fits the overall theme of the movie soooo well.

I like the President character - not surprising, I generally like Bill Pullman's character acting - and he works well as someone trying hard to keep it together and do the right thing despite grieving his personal loss of his wife during the first act of the movie.

(Apparently they reused the White House set from The American President, which amuses me trivia wise since that's another movie I enjoy. And if I watch one right after the other, I can pretend Thomas Whitmore was elected after Andrew Shepherd's second term and then contemplate how the Shepherd family and their secret security agents fared the aliens.)

But Steven Hiller is probably my favorite character, though, because he's just fun. He's relaxed and confident in his relationships in a way that says he's comfortable both with who he is and who they are, even if others are more judgemental about it.

That said, I do really enjoy David a lot - an MIT grad who is overqualified for his job and his father doesn't seem to understand why he won't/can't get a better job, though it's rooted in love and wanting his son to be happier. I see a lot of mental health struggles in David that are relatable, even if they're not similar to my own issues.

I always feel so bad for the alien groupies at the start of the movie. Yeah, we're supposed to see them as being kinda idiots, but they're just excited and hopeful and it's sad that they die for being willing to hope that maybe the aliens come in peace and want to hang out or party. They just wanted to believe in a better future and that's really not so bad.

The end of the movie comes together really well. Despite it being a bit ridiculous that David can create a virus that can propagate to every alien ship from the mothership and kill their shielding after being totally unfamiliar with the alien tech just days earlier... it's somehow just plausible enough that I can suspend disbelief and just enjoy David and Steven having their infiltration mission. And the Independence Day speech that Whitmore gives before the world wide attack on the alien ships always gets to me. It's cheesy but it gets to me.

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