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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hello gorgeous !

Could you make something with a reader who is a very important fighter and in her plans she somehow married daemon as a second wife and made a deal with rhaenyra and daemon to respect and not threaten her people and kingdoms .

And when rhaenyra gets the throne , the reader asks for a divorce , breaking their hearts?

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Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Summary: There was nothing more powerful than an alliance of two houses, and that was exactly what you offered the Queen and her consort to win the war. It was out of loyalty, but your heart was not as strong as your resolve.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicidal tendencies/war, fem!reader, second wife!reader, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: Heya nonnie (pls read this)! I saw this ask and was like OMG FRESH OMG REAL OMG YAS but then the more i thought about it, the more i was thinking it wouldnt be possible, like divorce wasn't a thing then and i know i could just make something up but i- i- dont play like that. and unless you're ok with a modern au, which idk if u are, i realized i could not write this BUT THEN while i was ranting in my reply of how i think ur req would really play out, i thought fine i'll write it anyway dw its not a modern au, but it's also not exactly your request either. its still pretty angsty tho so i hope you like it <3 ALSO IDK WHO IF I WANNA BE DAEMON OR RHEANYRA IN THE GIF I LOVE THIS GIF SO MUCH T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda would you like to read a tibit of an epilogue for this?

Rhaenyra was my queen; she always has been even as a child. Having grown up with rugged brothers, it was clear to me that power was only gotten through force, through sheer will, and landed only on those born to be heirs.

And yet she was declared to heir the Iron Throne, regardless of her sex.

And yet she rode on dragonback as her long braids and ornate skirts flew with the wind.

She was living proof that my brothers were morons in their belief that women were less, and that if I wanted to, I could do what they did, even better.

So against everyone's wishes, my parents, my brothers, the whole of society, I stood where I wanted and spoke about my thoughts. Though I was not welcomed, I trained to be strong enough go go against my adversaries, not just with my wit, but with my sword.

I made a way for myself in court and in battle, and developed a fortress within myself that could not be felled, not by a man, not by anyone.

So when it came high time for me show my gratitude to my queen, I did not hesitate.

I pledged my allegiance to her, and watched her navigate her plans with poise. I watched her as she caressed her pregnant belly and felt my heart hurt for her. I watched as she turned to her husband, the infamous Rogue Prince, for comfort, and found it in his touches.

Oh, to be like her, to capture the heart of the heartless, and to exude such feminine grace even in a room full of men who doubt her capabilities.

And so I finally spoke my plans to her. I finally told her the loony thought I've had since the start of my stay in Dragonstone. Our families should form an impeachable alliance and strengthen our forces.

"You are suggesting that you become my husband's second wife?" Rhaenyra states plainly. Her hand is atop her belly, and her husband stood steadfast behind her.

"It would be only for show, my queen," I nod, "you are aware of my family's stronghold, and how they insist on remaining neutral through all of this."

Rhaenyra watches me intently as I explain. Daemon tilts his head.

"This would give my brothers no choice but to fight for me-- for you."

"And how would marriage guarantee that?" Daemon asks, "I am well-acquainted with your brothers' insolence."

"You are correct, Prince Daemon. There has not been a moment in our lives where my brothers and I did not go against each other's wishes, but through it all, they have a sense of honor, and they would rather die than allow our family name be put to shame. It is why they were so against the idea of me taking up arms in the first place," I cross my arms, "but since then, they have joined me many times over in my victories. They would surely not give up the chance to bask in our victory."

Rhaenyra and Daemon take in my words.

For a moment, there is only silence. Then they look at each other, examining each other's expression.

That night, I was married to Daemon by the traditions of his house.

After he kissed me, I turned to Rhaenyra and nodded to her. She offered me a small smile and nodded back.

Since then, we exercised our might against the whole of Westeros. Those who did not know of us knew soon enough that the combined power of our houses, along with all our other alliances, was not something to be taken lightly.

And so we were tasked to spearhead the war under Rhaenyra's command. Daemon would take the east, and I would take the west. Where one needed help, the other would arrive with their blade, still slick with the blood of the enemy.

Historically, men had done nothing but strike me and spit on my bones. Though he was now my husband, I thought little of Daemon. I didn't then in the fires of his youth, and I didn't now. I bring myself to care about him out of my respect for Rhaenyra.

Yet as time went by, and battles were won and lost, I grew to respect him as himself, as Daemon Targaryen, the prince commander of the troops, who knew exactly what he was doing.

"I did not think you were capable of doing anything un-serious."

I turned to him as he smirked. His eyes were on the my cup of ale, "might my lady wife spare me a drop?"

Daemon sits next to me, though on the ground, as I was sitting on a stump I found not too far off our camp.

I peer down at him as I hand him my half empty cup.

My lips part when he downs it and places the empty thing beside him. Daemon catches my look and chuckles under his breath, "oh, did you mean to finish that?"

I don't get to respond as he grabs my leg and leans against my thigh.

My stomach rolls at the sentiment. I did not know why he was acting like this towards me so suddenly.

He releases a groan as he closes his eyes, "you are my wife, are you not? Must you stare at me as though you wish to burn me with your eyes?"

That would only be the start of his affection towards me.

It was jarring, disturbing, really, how he would reach for my hair and brush it aside, how we would reach for my cheek and brush it with the back of his hand. He would not do it in front of Rhaenyra, and for that I was at least grateful.

I decided not to make issue of it, because it was not as though it was harmful really.

And yet it dawned to me that that was my mistake; he was an invader of my fortress, and I only realized when it was too late.

I could not calm my beating heart when we were ambushed.

It was not the blade against my neck that made me want to hurl, not even how the man who managed to capture me for a few minutes was gutted on my side and had his entrails gush onto my armor. It was not the violence that made my pulse deafening to my ears, but how Daemon acted out that violence.

"Release her now, and I will be swift about your death," he seethed. When he was not listened to, his face darkened. The moment he had an opening, he stabbed my captor in the gut. When I was pulled away by our men, I watched as Daemon rampaged the man with his bare hands, smothering him until he was deformed, until he was dead.

And then he turned to me, gripping my face with his bloody hands, examining my form, "are you alright?"

That was when everything changed.

Not only did I begin to anticipate, look forward to his touches, I began to lean into them. I began to look forward to his company, seek his company. I would worry if there was not word about him, and I would worry if there was, until I knew it was not grave.

I began to laugh with him, in the privacy of our conversations, in front of the troops, in front of Rhaenyra. I began to bicker with him unabashedly, for it became second nature. I began to dance and make merry with him, for why'd shouldn't I? Why not, when Rhaenyra teased us about it, when she laughed about it with us.

And then at some point, I did the worst thing.

I began to want him.

I began to want him the way Rhaenyra did.

I began to felt entitled of him, for after all, he was my husband too.

I allowed myself believe that it was alright, Rhaenyra wouldn't mind, after all, her husband was my husband.

But then I faced with the truth of how brazen I'd become.

But then Rhaenyra called for Daemon and he did not answer.

But then she gave birth too early and held her lifeless daughter in her arms.

But then he was broken because of it, and yet made no inclination to anyone.

But then I realized I was not apart of their picture, for neither of them even spoke their sorrow to each other, much less anything to me.

I was a fool to think I was deserving of anything. I was a traitor to them and our agreement. I was a traitor to myself.

And so I rebuilt my fortress, I pulled away from Daemon's touches and did not hold Rhaenyra's gaze too long.

I became reckless in battle. I dove head first into everything, not caring what the consequences would be.

It was because of my recklessness and severe injuries that we were at the precipice of victory. Daemon should have been applauding me where he was rebuking me. And Rhaenyra should not have been worried by her husband's news of me at all, not when she would benefit the most from my death.

Yet here I was, gripped harshly in Daemon's hands as I defied his wishes to stay in bed longer.

When that didn't work, he ordered me in the name the Queen to do so, because it was, in fact, her order too.

It dawned onto Daemon that it didn't matter which of them commanded it, I would not be withheld from the cries of war.

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?" Daemon demanded finally as I got onto his last nerve.

I did not hesitate to respond.

His expression dropped when he heard me say yes.

It was against myself that I began to bawl in front of him. I had worked so hard to keep my defenses, and yet it was all for naught.

"Why?!" he heaved, hands darting up to my face instead of my arms.

I shake my head. I would have to die first before I admit anything to him.

"I will have you chained like a madwoman before I have you succumb to your darkness," he quips, releasing my face, before dragging me to the tent post, undoing his belt and binding me there with it.

I cry out to him. I tell him to release me, of all of it, so that I wouldn't have to suffer.

"Tell me wife what makes you suffer, who makes you suffer, and I will swiftly end them."

I shake my head at the anger on his face, "Daemon, please."

"TELL ME!" he quips, grabbing my face again.

I choke on my tears finding as I allow my voice to betray me.

Daemon knit his brows, "what was that?"

"It's you, Daemon," I whine, screwing my eyes shut, "it is hell to be around you. I do not want this pain anymore."

He releases me, stepping back twice, "and what mortal err have I done to make you loathe me so?"

I peel my eyes open, chest constricting at the sight of him. I shake my head, "nothing."

Daemon's nostrils flare. He grabs my jaw tightly, face tense with hatred, eyes glassy in betrayal, "then why?"

I whine at the pain of his grip.

He heaves as he releases me, shaking his head as he walks back, "will you drive me mad along with you, selfish bitch?"

I shake my head again, "Daemon-"

"ANSWER ME!"

"Because I want you!" I blurt, "I want you so bad when I should not-- I cannot!" I grip my hands tightly, "we may be married, but you are not mine. You are Rhaenyra's, and I do not wish to ever come in between that. Not after all that has-"

I cut myself off when Daemon began to undo my ties. I myself began to back away from him when he began to rid himself of his clothing.

I threaten him with my words. When that does not deter him, I threaten him with the blade I managed to snag.

He was stoic the entire time. He asked me to kill him, dared me to kill him. Of course I could not. I threw the blade to the side.

He called me a fool as he undressed me. He called me pretty when he began to kiss me. He called me his when he began to fuck me.

I shouldn't have, gods know I shouldn't have, but I did, I let him have his way, because I wanted him to. I wanted him to touch me, to use me, to take his anger out on me. I wanted to for so, so long.

It was everything I ever imagined and more.

And enjoyed it deeply before I hated myself viscerally after.

It was clear at one point that everyone knew of us. Our dynamic had drastically changed from when we were first married to now. They all knew what he and I did in the dark, but why would they care, we were, in fact, married.

I cared though.

And I guess it was the will of the Stanger to allow me that one thing before collecting my soul.

I did not fight against it. I did not try to save myself.

When I decided to take the blow for Daemon in the battle field, it was not out of my selfish desire to find freedom in the shackles I bound myself in, it was because I wanted to save him, I had to save him.

He admonished me as he carried my limp body out of the skirmish. He called my name and threatened to do his worst if I thought of closing my eyes at all.

It was nice to have made it long enough to make it through the transport, to see Rhaenyra, and her and Daemon's children that I myself found to love in my own way.

I felt bad that they all seemed to be sad that I was fading away.

I felt bad that Daemon had to be the one to carry me here.

Where was Daemon?

"He's gone to finish the war," Rhaenyra said, holding my hand firmly in hers.

"You can hear me?" I mutter as I watch her sad face.

"Of course I can, my dear," she caresses my cheek, "why wouldn't I?"

I close my eyes, "I beg your pardon, my queen."

"No!" she calls, shaking my cheek, "you cannot sleep until Daemon has returned. He is but a fortnight nigh."

I hum, "she has been so lonely though."

"Who? Who has been so lonely."

"Visenya."

Rhaenyra pulls her hand away. One of the children gasps.

"I told her that I was not her mother, that you are," I sigh, "but she told me she wanted me to stay with her."

Rhaenyra is bewildered. For a moment she is unable to do nothing. She repeats the name she called. When she is not met with a reply, she takes another moment to collect her thoughts, "you cannot answer my daughter's call. Your duty is with me, not her."

Rhaenyra's face tenses when she does not get a reply yet again.

She calls out, one, twice. She shakes the hand in her grip, and remarks once more about Daemon, knowing that would do the trick, she knows it will, it has to.

A chill runs down her spine when she realizes was for nothing.

It is too late.

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call-sign-shark · 4 months

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no pressure! I was wondering if you are going to continue the Hey Bunny story. I love your writing and always look forward to your updates. Hope you are well :)

Hey Nonny! I hope you’re doing fine! Thank you so much for your interest in Hey Bunny. This is by far one of my favorite works, and I enjoy writing Yandere!Arthur so yes, I’m going to continue it. Still figuring out if I should make a short series out of this or more like a collection of works but in any case, Hey Bunny is going to have more parts. I’m currently working on it so below you’ll find a snippet of part 3. Nevertheless I’m also trying to focus on my hidden series Tangled Desires so one must need to be patient! Hope you’ll enjoy it, little bunny. 🐇 thank you again for your adorable ask and your support.

TW: dubcon or even noncon, kidnapping, sexual assault, age gap, no proofreading. MDNI!!

A pathetic whimper fell from your lips as Arthur held you down, painfully pinned to his bed right under him “Please Bunny, just stay still.” He started, the gravel in his voice rendered ever raspier by his ragged breath and lustful groans that resounded in your ear. The mix of whisky scents and his cologne had started to make your head spin.

“Arthur stop! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I won’t do it again!” You begged between two sobs, your tears caught in your long soaked lashes like shiny pearls of despair. Since the very beginning of your captivity you had always managed to protect your dignity but you knew it was a matter of time before he decided to bed you. Panic kicked in as he pressed inside of you without the slightest hint of softness, leading you to wiggle under his weight in a vain attempt to pull your hips back. It didn’t work. Displeased by the fact you were fighting back, the gangster’s strong hand grabbed your throat, his thumb then pushing slightly on your artery to feel your erratic pulse against his skin.

If so afraid why were you so wet for him? He thought.

“I don’t want to have to hurt ye, me lil’ Bunny,” Maddening pleasure crashed in his lower belly like a rogue wave as he felt your virgin core stretch around his thick erection. Restrained in your movements, all you could do was hide your face in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning with shame and your tears rolling on his freckled skin, “I fookin’ need this so please, let me have you ay.” His words were loving, so genuine with love and affection, and spoken with the low rumble of his baritone voice… And yet his thrusts were rough, devoid of care not to say sadistic — Either he wasn’t aware he was hurting your or he didn’t care. “I know it hurts, I know… But you’re going to be a good bunny for me ay. And good bunnies hop on their man’s cock.”

“N-No please, I’m not ready…” You sobbed, nuzzling your face in his neck even more and kissing his flesh to try moving him. Caught in a whirlwind of torments, your shattering mind had reached its breaking point: there will be no Prince Charming nor Hunter for your first time, but a starving wolf ready to eat you whole.

“Keep ‘em legs spread.” Arthur was close, so close to fill you entirely but, all of sudden, someone knocked at the door of his house and snatched him from his trance.

“Arthur! For fuck’ sake! Open that bloody door, Tommy wanna talk to ya.” John roared from outside.

#arthur shelby #peaky blinders #Arthur Shelby x Reader #Yandere!Arthur Shelby #Peaky blinders smut #Hey Bunny #Shark talks

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x son!oc (dad!daemon x mom!reader au)

summary: rhaegon asks his father for help.

warnings: ALLUSIONS TO INCEST, allusions to sex, daemon saying the c word a lot, daemon is a supportive dad, he also gives the birds and bees talk, it's kinda fluff.

author's note: based on this ask i got a time ago, luv you nonnie <3

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Since Viserra's third name day celebration, Prince Rhaegon has been with a girl living on his thoughts.

Lord Lannister's daughter, Cerelle, caused quite a lot of damage to his heart.

Her beautiful golden locks and blue eyes were stuck in his head like the sweetest memory.

In his bones, Rhaegon felt like he needed to have her.

Fortunately, at the age of 18, he could marry someone if he wanted to.

His parents wouldn't refuse the idea of marriage if he suggested, he knew they married when they were younger than he is now.

But how to approach them? He found it to be very uncomfortable to talk about women with his mother, so his father was the one to have this kind of conversation with.

And in the best scenario, his father would encourage him, and talk to his mother in his place.

And that's why, he is trying to find the right words, while he and Daemon are both riding horses on a hunt in the middle of the Kingswood.

"Father," Rhaegon voiced, getting off his horse "there's something I wish to talk about."

"Shhh, you are going to frighten the stags." Daemon scolded him, getting off his black stallion.

"Yeah, I know. But what I have to say is important" Rhaegon scratched his neck nervously.

Daemon frowned, "It can't wait until we are back to the camp?" his son shook his head.

"It's about a lady." The older prince opened a large smirk. It wasn't the first time they had this kind of talk.

Rhaegon has been doing it since he was younger, every time he had a crush on a different lady.

Daemon dealt with this better than you ever did.

One time, Rhaegon told you he was in love with his sister's young Septa. The next day, you changed Alyssa's septa to a much older one. The boy thought she looked like a frog.

Since then, he has never talked about women with you ever again.

But between young septas and handmaids that Rhaegon easily fell in love with, this time he was really off his feet.

"Really? Is it really a lady this time?" Daemon chuckled as Rhaegon rolled his eyes.

"Yes, it is. In fact, it's Cerelle Lannister, Lord Jason's daughter." Rhaegon answered.

"Could you not have picked someone better? I doubt you want that cunt as your in law." The Rogue Prince sat under a tree and his son did the same.

"I don't. But I do want his daughter to be my wife." The young prince blurted out.

Daemon couldn't believe his ears. He turned to face his son, and with a large grin, he asked;

"So it's time?"

Rhaegon laughed out loud. He expected a different reaction from his father.

"Yes, father. I think it is. But you should be the one to talk to mother about it, I don't want her making a big deal out of it. And also, Lord Lannister..."

"You know your mother, she's going to do it anyway. But I'll send a raven to Jason. He won't refuse this betrothal, but I can't promise he will like you. That cunt hates me, I'm sure he will do the same with you once you wed his daughter."

Rhaegon nodded. That wasn't a problem for him. What is a lion compared to a dragon?

"But are you really ready for marriage? Because it comes with pressure. You know our line must go on, and I would like for our blood to remain pure. I don't think there's anyone better for your sister than you, and I don't want her to end up with someone lower than her." Daemon sighed. His parents were siblings, and he wanted for his children to be betrothed, just like his parents were.

"I definitely don't want to marry Alyssa, and I'm sure she would hate the idea too. Besides, you can marry her to Daeron, the bloodline would remain pure, and she'd be marrying into royalty."

"I rather watch Caraxes eat her whole than marry her to Alicent's kin." Daemon grumbled, "And I am serious about the pressure. You need to have heirs. Once Rhaenyra ascends to the throne, she will make me Prince of Dragonstone again, and you will be my heir."

"I know, father! It is my duty, but I don't need to be reminded of it all the time!" Rhaegon scowled.

"But you do! Do you even know how to–" Daemon started, but the young prince cutted his father off.

"Yes! It's not because I'm not like Aegon, who practically live on pleasure houses, that I never fucked anyone. Just send the raven to Lord Lannister, and keep mother from making a scene. I want Cerelle to be mine."

"Fine." Daemon nodded, "I'm happy for you, son."

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader headcanons #house of the dragon imagines

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navybrat817 · 3 days

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i need you to hear me out on phantom of the opera!bucky. smut, fluff, angst, whatever you want 🙏

I love the idea of Phantom!Bucky, nonnie! I feel like I've seen it with Bucky as the Phantom and Steve as Raoul? I would have to think on it.

Bucky in a Burlesque (touch of Moulin Rogue) sort of AU? Reader as the performer, Bucky as a stagehand, and doesn't like a wealthy patron getting close to his girl. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #bucky barnes #phantom of the opera #burlesque #navy's muse inspiration #future fic ideas #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated #bucky barnes x female reader

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 2 months

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What're your thoughts on the Deaths Dance ship?

Is that Cass/Danny? I feel like that’s Cass/Danny.

I thought their ship name was Dead Silent? But I like Deaths Dance, maybe even more than Dead Silent. Hmm. Is this like the whole Anger Management/Hardcover thing with Jazz/Jason? Because then I 100% am down for a change.

Cass is a hard Bat to write for me personally, so a Deaths Dance pairing by me would be rare. I really enjoy some other works though in the ship, which I already have one or two in my upcoming rec list 2.

For me personally?

They can be either the best of partners, the strongest Allies… or Cass could be the end to Rogue!Danny. There’s something about her that screams ghostly to me in the context of Phantom Lore (Liminal fanons included). I also think that if anyone can understand Danny’s Core-deep desire to protect, to never become his own worst enemy it would be Cass. Afterall, her moral is stronger than Batman. Far as I know, Black Bat killed once (1) and swore to never do so again. There’s an alternate timeline where Batman kills Joker and never stops. Does that ever happen with Cass? Who knows, but I doubt it.

(Jason supposedly preferred that version of Batman)

My favorite Deaths Dance/Dead Silent fic I’ve read (so far) would have to be Full Time Hero, Full Time Disaster by halfagone.

Thanks for the question Nonny!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #sarcastic replies #ah yes #my opinion #on a specific pairing #dead silent #death’s dance #I love that ship name for Cassandra and Danny

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romiyaro · 2 years

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HEY RO!! I HOPE IM NOT BEING ANNOYING BUT HAVE U EVER TAKEN THE MBTI TEST ON KEYS2COGNITION? IN CASE U HAVENT HERES A LINK http://www.keys2cognition.com/explore.htm

BC I DONT KNOW YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISTYPED ON ONE OF THE LETTER-TYPING WEBSITES CAUSE YOURE GIVING TI USER(xxtp and xxfj types) VIBES. MAYBE YOU ALREADY KNOW ABOUT COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS AND I MISJUDGED YOU. SORRY IM JUST TRYING TO CONVERT ALL 4-LETTER TYPERS TO ACTUAL JUNGIAN TYPOLOGY😭

Hi nonnie! Thank you so much for giving me the heads-up!

I'll admit my scant knowledge of Jungian theory is only because of my BTS phase. But I took time out last night to give the quiz and read up more on Jungian typology.

Aaand my interpretation of this result might be wrong. Feel free to correct me but it tells me that my lead process is introverted feeling (i.e. Fi - Notice abstract patterns as they emerge.) and the auxiliary process is extroverted intuiting (i.e. Ne - Adhere to personal beliefs about what's important.)

They also assigned me ENFP type heheh (thats the third type im being assigned and now I'm very confused lollol). But thank you for taking time out to drop me your observation! I guess I might give off Ti vibes (but trust me it's used averagely, and mainly on here) since Fi is what I use predominantly in real life.

#rogue nonnie #rogue talks #im very interested in jungian typology lol #i stayed up till 2 readng tsuff abt it T^T #tysm muah!!!

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broken-synchronicity · 4 months

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How would Kai reaction to Malleus's groupies?

Kal would have that thousand yard stare of sheer tiredness that comes with someone particularly familiar with the concept of both that particular trope in anime as well as IRL fan culture.

Kal isn't particularly impressed with the idea.

#twst #twisted wonderland #nonnies getting curious!#rogue-crew-ask-blog #twst language barrier au

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tiredmoonslut · 6 months

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The fish wives are fine! Either that ending did not happen or it was all a planned thing for everyone to get stuck in THEIR nets. Whatever. Those are the only 2 options.

Still in all seriousness it was a planned thing between Moiraine and Siuan IMO for too many reasons. The delusion is real

Oh I have no doubt they'll be alright, nonny! Rafe Judkins is smart enough to know that if he was going to canonize Siuanraine, we wouldn't accept its mishandling. We're gonna be fine.

Personally though I do think that conflict was real, not planned. Of course, I do love the idea of them orchestrating a fake falling out! But it just doesn't peg me as something that wins them anything.

I think Siuan is so used to her and Moiraine being in agreement about how to handle the Dragon prophecies that she truly didn't expect for Moiraine to go rogue. The way I see it, Siuan sees two things: for one, Mo has been stilled. That is agony no matter how you slice it, and she's deadset on taking as much of the Dragon burden off of Moiraine's shoulders as she can so Mo has more of a chance to heal (remember, there's been a whopping two Aes Sedai who ever managed not to kill themselves after being stilled in the Tower's known history).

Secondly, she sees that the time of the Last Battle draws near, and Moiraine has been withholding information for the past six months and also very pointedly not tried to prepare Rand at all. Siuan is the Amyrlin Seat. She's made of strategy, and that is a bad one, whether it was her lover's choice or not. I think Siuan was certain that if she made a point of taking the burden off Moiraine's shoulders, she'd be met with acquiescence---perhaps even appreciation.

Watching the episode, I took Siuan's reaction to Rand having been released to be one of complete shock. I'm sure she expected stubbornness, but not outright double-crossing. That's why she made a point of chasing after them alone, with no guard. She felt betrayed.

Then she runs in to see Moiraine channeling. I'm sure she was floored, and this is why I think the theory that she suspected Moiraine of joining the Dark to hold weight. I mean, how bizarre from her perspective. Six months of correspondence, and Rand hasn't been trained even a little, and this alleged stilling was kept from her completely until Lan tattle-taled. That's outrageous, especially since it doesn't seem like Moiraine has ever been that dishonest with her before. And now it was apparently a complete lie? It shouldn't be possible. Unless of course Moiraine made an oath that supersedes her previous ones...

Which is why she forced her to close the Waygate. Twas a test. Once Moiraine obeys, you can see just how much Siuan regretted doing it. Her eyes well up immediately, like all she wants to do is apologize. Had Lanfear not walked in that very second, I'm sure she would have.

So, we'll just have to see how Siuan feels once she hears about the events of Falme, that Ishamael is dead, and that Alanna and Verin were Mo's accomplices. Hopefully she reacts well, or at least well enough to still want to talk it out with Moiraine when she gets the chance---and I think she will. This has been the burden that's ruined their lives for 20 years. She's not just gonna let that go.

So yeah, we'll be okay. We're just gonna need some medicine, perhaps an emergency operation. 😭

#siuanraine #asks #wheel of time #the wheel of time #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers #moiraine damodred #moiraine sedai #siuan sanche #wot 2x07 #daes dae'mar #something else I just realized is that she tossed Lan like a sack of flour #she wouldn't have been able to do that had she not thought him a Darkfriend #so there's more proof

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months

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BG3 Matchups/Asks Masterlist

Originally, this was a Masterlist of all the Baldur's Gate 3 matchups/asks I got the first time I opened my inbox. Now it houses both the asks from the first round and the latest completed pieces from the current one:

First-Round Asks Will Be The Ones Further Down While The New Ones Are On Top

Matchups (Round Two):

Lilly-pad02

Cakeboxie

Straight-Haired Nonnie

Asks/HCs:

Astarion:

HC: Astarion Comforting Overwhelmed!Tav

HC: Astarion Regaining Reader's (Tav's) Trust

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Ascended!Astarion:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Gale:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Godhood!Gale:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Wyll:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Karlach:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

La'zel:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Shadowheart:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Halsin:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Minthara:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Jaheria:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

Minsc:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

Kar'niss:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Enver Gortash:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

HC/S: Yandere!Raphael Steals Darling!Reader from Yandere!Gortash - Hot!

Raphael:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

HC/S: Yandere!Raphael Steals Darling!Reader from Yandere!Gortash - Hot!

The Emperor:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Orin:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Mizora:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Absolute!Tav:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Matchups:

Red Circle Anon

Astralmysteria

Veethewriter

GoogleDoc Anon

Amefuyuu

Tarantula Anon

Br4inr0tx

Botanicalbard

A-jynx

Sapphirest0nes

Elonianmisfit

Seanymphcalypso / [Now Lightofselune]

Cobaltspace

Lord-Westley

Detailed Anon / [Strawbirb]

Mourreon

Half-Drow Barbarian Anon

ENFP Leo Anon

Selandrine Drow Anon

Little Sun Anon

Tiefling Draconic Sorceress Anon

Metkapop

Hugthedragon

Sleepy Bard Tav Anon

Luz The Not-So-Good Rogue Anon

OrionsPaperwork

Toritofrito

And as always, here's a link to my current, complete

Masterlist

(Finishing updating all my links, and then I'll post the opened askbox announcement!)

Note: The lovely divider bars are courtesy of @cafekitsune

-Mothmom 💚

#bg3 matchups #bg3 imagines #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate imagine #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 imagine #bg3 masterlist #mod post #masterlist

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reverseflashes · 9 months

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Hello!

I’m trying to write a story or at least a short one. Where Constantine and Raven cross paths with the Rogues. I have a pretty good idea for it but even though I’ve read comics. I still don’t fully understand them I need an idea about there personality and fighting style. I’m hoping that with your help and a few other Rogue fans. I can get a better idea. Cause finding proper information is like finding a needle in a haystack for them. Constantine is literally the easiest out of all of them.😭

I really hope for good information. I want to do right by them.🥺

Anyway my chosen Rogue’s are… Captain Cold, Heatwave, Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, Captain Boomerang and Trickster (Axel Walker).

Basically the ones in comics right now.

P.S. I’m also mad about Owen. He had so much potential.

Every time I checked my inbox and saw this meage on top, I reminded myself to answer it some time the same day. And every time, I forgot. I don't even know where to begin to apologize, nonnie, especially it's been exactly a month since you've sent me this. I hope, if you are still around, and if you see this, you can forgive me. And if you are pissed at me, then you are completely right too I'M SO SORRY I SWEAR

To be honest, I can read every issue every Rogues member has ever appeared in (and for some members, I did lol) and still would not be good at answering questions like this. I'll tag few blogs I know post about the Rogues at the end of my response and tag this properly so that more people will see it and hopefully share their opinions as well. :)

I apologize in advance if this is very scattered, all over the place but I've never been very good at explaining stuff like this so... yeah.

I'm assuming the fight takes between John&Raven and the Rogues.

The Rogues are Flash's villains. And Flash has superspeed; and having superspeed comes with infinite amount of skills and abilities. There is really nothing a speedster can't do. So how does the Rogues, a bunch of non-powered criminals (except for Mark, if we want to go into a bit detail lol) with only their gadgets and costumes keep up with him? How can a speedster like Barry Allen can struggle against the Rogues sometimes?

The answer is that the Rogues have the advantage of planning their heists in advance. Excessive planning, may I add! Rogues don't have to keep up with Flash's whereabouts, because Flash will always go where the Rogues exactly want him. But the Flash doesn't have the advantage of always anticipating the Rogues' next move. There are so many other reasons of course but no need to go into more details. So, in your story, whether the Rogues plans the fight with John and Raven ahead or if it occurs completely spontaneous, I believe the Rogues wouldn't be caught off guard. I mean, they fight speedsters on a weekly basis, so it is hard for them to get intimitated by anyone else.

Now another thing, and I don't know if it's just me or if it is a fandom thing, but I always got the impression that Rogues hate magic. Like I always believed that to be a fact. They don't like it at all. Maybe "superpowers" is what they really don't like but I guess, to them, it's all the same.

Len in The Flash #750

Rogues don't want to get involved in anything that is above their paygrade. They hate their plans getting out of control and things getting messy and magic IS messy, that is an understatement. So you can use this in the story; they will fight John and Raven if they have to, but they won't care about winning. Of course, they CAN win the fight, but if you use the canon fact that the Rogues never faced John and Raven before in your story, then I assume winning wouldn't be their priority. They'll buy themselves time while putting the capes through their paces (damn right 😎).

You can focus on the Rogues' gadgets as well. In my personal opinion, Mirror Gun is the most powerful and dangerous out of all of them: it can open portals, it can create duplicates, it can fire bolts of light energy, IT CAN HYPNOTIZE AND MIND CONTROL PEOPLE, it can be used to transmute objects into glass, it can be used for dimensional travel, it can trap people inside those mirror dimensions etc... (SOURCES: here and here)

Here is a panel of Sam blinding Wonder Woman with his Mirror Gun. Justice League America #158

I put this panel especially because Wonder Woman is heavily affiliated with magic.

You can find more info on their gadgets on the internet, and if you'd like, I can look into it and send you some links if I can find anything.

I was gonna mention Hartley and his flute too but I realized that he isn't in the Rogues in your story so I'll skip that.

And lastly, I'd recommend you read New Year's Evil: Rogues, a one-shot where the Rogues are in the land of Zhutan searching for a powerful sun disk of Meshta (the creator god of the Saravistraism- DC’s version of Zoroastrianism) to make their souls eternally free from Neron (DC’s version of Satan). It involves heavy supernatural themes so maybe it helps.

Also, Teen Titans: Cold Case might be a good read. There is a fight between Teen Titans and the Rogues and although magic isn't in the center, Rogues fight against members Cyborg, Red Devil and Wonder Girl (Cassie). (And Vic and Tim actually admit that they couldn't take the Rogues!)

And most importantly, they fight as a TEAM and a FAMILY. Their diverse skills and abilities complete each other, thanks years of working and planning and fighting together side by side.

Soooo yeah. I'm pretty sure I forgot half the things I was gonna add and forty thousand anecdotes but that's why I'll tag some of the awesome people in the Rogues fandom underneath this so that they can add their own opinions as well. If they want, of course, no pressure! Please feel free to ignore this.

Thank you so very very very much for your message nonnie. And I'm so so so very sorry for taking so long to answer it. I hope I made it up to you a little.

@gorogues @tricksterrune @t-bombs @longitudinalwaveme @belphegor1982 @saltywithsarcasm @smartshipfriday my brain is all over the place rn i can't think of anyone else but if you see this in the search or on your dash pls feel free to reblog it and share your opinions <33

#the rogues #flash rogues #dc comics #captain cold #heatwave #heat wave #the trickster #mirror master #weather wizard #leonard snart #mick rory #axel walker #sam scudder #mark mardon #john constantine #raven #raven roth

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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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Hey, could you do a Gaara fic where his lover was supposed to go on a mission and he didn’t want to send her on it coz it’s to dangerous and they get into a fight about it until he snaps and tells her “just go, I don’t care what happens to you.”

Few days later he finds out the mission was completed to successfully but his lover was seriously injured ( on the brink of death) and while he’s waiting for her to recover from her coma and injuries the guilt consumes him so badly he breaks down .

Have a lovely day / night 😊

Here you go, nonnie. It's angst hour and I'm here to collect your tears. (With love, of course)

Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Serious injuries including stab wounds and broken bones, hospital setting, general angst/sadness, no happy ending. A/N: 😭

Tag List: @anchy-bananchy @justmyownreality @mrsbakashi (please let me know if you wish to be included in future tags)

Come Back To Me

“Gaara, you’re being ridiculous.”

He glared at you from behind his desk, but you refused to be intimidated. “You and I both know I’m the best person suited for this mission,” you said. “Why are you refusing to put me on it?”

“It’s too dangerous,” Gaara replied, folding his arms.

“So what?” you said. “I’m a ninja. Taking on dangerous missions is my job.”

“Not this one,” Gaara replied. “Intel we’ve already gathered on these rogue ninja says that their main goal at the moment is to get rid of me. As such, they have a great deal of information about me.” His eyes softened a fraction. “Including the person I intend to marry. If I were to send you in there, they would try to capture you to use as bait to lure me in. I don’t want to risk you falling into their hands.”

“Gaara,” you tried to reason. “The whole world knows who I am and what we are to each other now. I take that same risk when I go on any mission.”

Gaara’s eyes narrowed. “I’m aware of that.”

“Then why are you insisting on keeping me here?” you asked. “If you send someone else, it’ll take twice as long and potentially cost more lives. I have to be the one, Gaara. Please, let me do my job. Let me go.”

Gaara’s lips thinned, and you thought he was going to keep arguing. But he just said, “Fine,” as he picked up a pen and began signing the paperwork he’d been working on when you came in.

You blinked. “Really?”

He gave a single sharp nod. “Just go. I don’t care what happens to you if you don’t.”

Your heart stilled. “You don’t mean that.”

He glanced up, his lips silent but his hard gaze saying everything.

Your temper rose. “Fine,” you snapped. “I’ll be sure to report in when I successfully complete this mission, Lord Kazekage.”

With that, you left his office, slamming the door behind you.

Gaara’s anger with you had melted away after the first day, replaced with remorse for how he’d spoken to you. He sat in his office day and night, watching the sun cross the sky over and over without a trace of you. By the end of the fourth day, he started to worry. Once a week went by, he started to panic, wondering if his fears had come true. But with you deep in enemy territory, there was no way for him to check.

Finally, on the ninth day, someone knocked on his door as he struggled to concentrate on the report he was reading. “Enter,” he said.

Mikoshi, one of the other ninjas assigned to the mission, opened the door. He looked like hell, blood splattered on much of his torn clothing and his hair matted to his head.

Gaara struggled to maintain his composure. “Welcome back,” he said.

“Thank you, Lord Kazekage,” Mikoshi said with a bow. “We successfully took out the rogue ninjas and destroyed their base of operations.”

“Well done,” Gaara said. He looked behind Mikoshi. “But y/n was leading this mission. Why is she not the one giving the report? For that matter, where is the rest of your team?”

Mikoshi lowered his head. Gaara felt the breath leave his chest.

He couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. The mere seconds it took to teleport there with his sand stretched on to infinity.

The nurse at the front desk looked up as he entered. From the expression on her face, she had been expecting him. “Lord Kazekage,” she said with a short bow. “She’s in Room 298. Turn right when you get out of the elevator on the second floor and go all the way to the end.”

“Thank you,” he said as he sped past.

He nearly broke the elevator’s button panel as he impatiently waited for it to ascend. As soon as the doors opened, he hurried down the hallway. He didn’t need to check the room numbers though, as two ANBU were already stationed outside of your room. They silently bowed as Gaara approached.

When he stepped through the door, he was greeted by the sight of you lying unconscious in the bed. A variety of tubes ran from your body to various machines, so many Gaara couldn’t count. The skin that wasn’t covered by a hospital gown or tubes was horribly discolored, bruises and cuts everywhere. Your hands were covered in splints and bandages. Your beautiful hair that Gaara had spent so many nights running fingers through was ragged and matted.

The words my fault rang out in his mind.

A doctor was writing down something on a chart when Gaara walked in. “Lord Kazekage,” she said, bowing to him.

“How is she?” Gaara asked, cautiously stepping closer to your prone form.

The doctor sighed. “Not well, I’m afraid,” she said. “We have her stabilized, but she’s not out of the woods yet.”

“What are her injuries?”

The doctor glanced at her chart. “Do you want the abridged version or the full list?”

Gaara fought to keep his composure. “Don’t sugarcoat it. I want to know.”

The doctor then went through the full list of everything you’d been subjected to, ranging from a stab wound to the abdomen to having your fingers broken. With every item she listed off, Gaara felt more and more of his soul draining from his body. When the doctor finished, she looked him in the eye. “Even if she wakes up, with the injuries she’s sustained, she will most likely have to retire as a ninja. I’ve been a doctor for nearly fifteen years now, and I’ve never seen a case this bad before.”

My fault…

Gaara shut her eyes. “If that’s the price, then we can both live with that. Just please…bring her back.”

The doctor’s eyes grew sad. “We are doing everything we can for her,” she said. “But I can’t promise anything beyond that. We just have to wait and see if she comes back.”

“I understand,” Gaara said. He took a deep breath. “Am I able to stay with her?”

The doctor nodded. “Stay as long as you want, Lord Kazekage,” she said. “If you need anything, just let someone at the nurse’s station know.” She stepped to the door, then paused. “There’s a lot of evidence that people in comas can still hear what’s going on around them,” she said. “Try talking to her. She just might hear you.”

“Thank you,” Gaara said.

The doctor nodded and vanished.

Gaara pulled a plastic chair around to your right side and sat down. He carefully picked up your hand, mindful of the IV on the back, and stroked your palm. “Y/n, it’s me,” he said softly. “I’m here, and I’m so sorry. What I said before you left…I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, y/n.”

My fault…my fault…my fault…

“I love you so much,” he continued. “I can’t lose you, y/n. If I did, I don’t know how I’d be able to go on. Please, come back to me.” No longer able to contain his sobs, Gaara laid his head on the sheet by your hand, tears streaming down his face as he continued to plead for you to return.

But the only response was the beeping of the monitor.

#nightingale writes #Gaara #Gaara x reader #gaara x y/n #fanfiction #Naruto fanfiction #Naruto #angst #ask nightingale #anon #writing #my writing #gif

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