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claymoresword · 9 months

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I Choose Her | Chp: 13

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: character deaths, parental neglect, mentions of mental/physical/emotional abuse, potential self harm references

Note: an update?? who saw this coming? definitely not me! i know i disappeared for a very long time, i have no excuse i just hope you can accept my apology

i also was kind of procrastinating this chap for so long bc of the heavy themes in this, i just knew this wasn't going to be an easy one to write... (i was right) but anyway i added some fluff to hopefully balance it out so we'll see lol

anyway thanks so much for your patience, i hope you enjoy this one!

also one last thing, thanks for all the love shown on the previous chapters, sorry if i hadn't gotten around to replying to your comment yet but i do appreciate all of u !!

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As you approach Malfoy Manor you find it increasingly difficult to catch your breath.

You were foolish to assume you wouldn't eventually get caught.

You fleetingly consider grabbing Hermione and disapparating, but Greyback's firm grip on your arm prevents you from even attempting to reach for her.

The gates of the manor come into view, and you try to pry your arm away again. A last ditch effort, but it is no use.

The man forcefully holds you in place and you have no choice but to stand in front of the gate.

You make eye contact with Bellatrix as she approaches from the other side, her gaze then shifts to a disfigured Harry to your left, before landing her attention back to you.

A maniacal smile flashes across her face, as if she found the display before her truly amusing, and you have to fight the urge to cower.

"Get Draco."

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You stood in the foyer in front of your parents. An involuntary thrill travels down your spine as you study their expressions. You cannot recall the last time you have seen either of them this furious.

"So this is what you have been doing all this time?" Your mother exclaims, gesturing to Hermione and you have to avert your eyes.

Your silence only further infuriates your parents.

You cannot help but feel a sense of embarrassment, being apprehended like a child in front of the other Death Eaters, Harry, Ron, and worst of all, Hermione.

"Have you absolutely no regard for your mother or I?" Your father finally speaks, his voice vibrating with anger.

"We have given you everything. Do you have any idea what we had to sacrifice just to raise you? Your mother and I have provided you nothing but the best." Your father raises his voice, it is sudden enough that it causes you to wince.

"This is how you repay us?" He continues.

"Do you have any idea the shame you have brought upon my name? Upon our entire family?" Your father steps closer but you keep your gaze fixed to the ground.

"I'm sorry." All you could afford to utter.

You hate how you feel in this moment, powerless and meek, only wishing for the ground to swallow you whole, so you never have to face any of the people in this room ever again.

You can feel Hermione's worried stare, but you cannot bear to look at her.

"We have warned you time and time again to end your relations with her." Your mother hisses, gesturing to your girlfriend.

You finally lift your head but your mother harshly grabs your forearm to pull you aside.

"Don't you dare look at her, y/n." She scolds, pure vitriol.

"You must think us fools. Is this all just a game to you?" Your mother taunts but you choose to remain silent.

An effort to de-escalate but it results in the opposite effect as you catch your mother fishing her wand out of her pocket.

"We have given you more than enough chances. More than you deserve." She states, pushing past you, storming directly towards Hermione.

A flicker of fear appears on your girlfriend's face. One you mirror, just as you realize what your mother intended to do.

Hermione tries to retreat, only to bump into Scabior, purposely standing behind her to cease her attempt at fleeing.

"It is time you suffer the consequences of your own actions." Your mother takes a fleeting glance at you before lifting her wand to point it at your girlfriend.

Taking large strides, you manage to put yourself in between Hermione and your mother, just before she gets the chance to utter the spell. You feel your girlfriend's firm grip on your arm as you continued to shield her with your body.

"No! Mother, please, don't." You plead, holding up your hand and she hesitates.

"I am sorry I have disappointed you. I am sorry I went against your wishes."

"But I will not– I cannot apologize for loving her." You hesitate as your voice trembles, but you speak the words anyway.

You hear a cackle from Bellatrix, grumbles and groans of disapproval coming from the Death Eaters gathered in the corner, and once again, you feel more exposed and deplorable than ever.

Your mother remains staring at you, this time with nothing but disdain.

"Love?" She scowls, almost like it disgusted her just to utter the word.

"In love with a mudblood?" Your mother's tone shifts, now incredulous and despondent.

She finally lowers her wand, only to strike you across the face with her other hand.

You hear a gasp from Hermione, but otherwise the room is silent, as you clutch your cheek in pain.

When you finally muster the courage to look at your mother her expression betrays no trace of regret.

"You are no child of mine." She utters, exasperated, and your heart shatters into a thousand pieces.

Tearing your eyes away they naturally fall on your father, standing a few paces behind.

You recognise a tenderness somewhere in his eyes, one you hadn't ever been awarded before. It's jarring and unfamiliar, it makes you want to weep.

"Step aside, y/n" Your mother says, lifting her wand again.

Perhaps it was pity, perhaps now your father was just as embarrassed as you are, or maybe, it is love that compels him to step forward, placing a gentle hand on your mother's shoulder.

"Darling, this is hardly the time or place." He attempts, but your mother doesn't move.

However, footsteps soon approach that causes all of you to shift your attention.

Draco can be seen entering the foyer with both of his parents, interrupting your altercation.

Your best friend pauses at the sight of you, evident concern etched across his face.

"Ah, Draco." Bellatrix acknowledges him and he's forced to look away from you.

The witch walks up to Harry, harshly gripping a handful of his hair to pull his head back, giving Draco a clear view of his face.

"Is it him?" Bellatrix asks expectantly, and the platinum haired boy couches in front of Harry.

"I can't be sure." Draco responds, dismissively.

His father then grips the back of his neck, harshly, and you observed as your best friend flinched under his touch.

You instinctively take a glance at your own parents.

Your mother has since resumed her position next to your father, both of them deliberately avoiding your gaze, once again your chest constricts painfully.

Scabior is standing so close behind you and Hermione, too close, you can both feel his breath against the back of your necks.

"Look closely son." Lucius says.

"If we are the ones to deliver Potter to the Dark Lord, all will be forgiven." He adds, his voice low but it echoes through the large hall anyway.

"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him. I hope." Scabior states, finally stepping away from you.

"Mr Malfoy." He continues to antagonize, and it works to set the other man off.

"You dare talk to me like that in my own house?" Lucius raises his voice and Draco flinches again.

"Lucius." Narcissa finally steps forward, extending her arm to calm her husband.

Hermione remained clutching your arm, her grip only tightened the longer you stood watching the commotion before you.

Finally, none of the Death Eaters are in close proximity, so you decide it an opportunity to try and escape.

"We need to apparate." You manage to whisper to Hermione, reaching down to intertwine your fingers but your girlfriend shakes her head.

"We can't leave Harry." She responds and you sigh, defeated.

An answer you expected but it causes your anxiety to heighten anyway. You begin looking for another solution, another way to flee.

"Now, if this isn't who we think it is and we call on him, he will kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure." Bellatrix warns.

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco finally asks with a scowl.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" The dark haired witch repeats.

Scabior shrugs.

"He came to us like that." He states simply.

"Something he picked up in the forest I reckon." Another snatcher chimes in.

"Ran into a stinging jinx.." Bellatrix quips.

"Was it you, dear?" She asks, pointing directly at Hermione.

You feel your heart stop as your girlfriend tenses next to you.

"Give me her wand, let's see what her last spell was." The witch orders, and the evident worry that flashes on both of your faces easily gives you away.

"Ah, I caught you." Bellatrix says pointing at the two of you, amidst a cackle.

"It appears your girlfriend is not as smart as she thinks she is." She taunts, looking directly at you, successfully earning a grimace.

You contemplate lunging at the other woman, but before you can act, she halts.

She catches sight of the sword of Gryffindor proudly propped up, next to one of the snatcher's.

"Where did you get that from?" Bellatrix gasps.

"It was in her bag when we searched her, I reckon it's mine now." The snatcher responds with a grin.

Before any of you can comprehend it, Bellatrix sends the man flying into the wall with a single throw of a spell. She then points her wand at the other snatcher in the corner, taking him out too.

"Are you mad?" Scabior exclaims, but the wand pointed at his face in an instant, silences him immediately.

"Get out! Get out!" Bellatrix repeatedly shouts, and the band of snatchers scurry out of the hall, all fearing for their lives.

"Put the rest of them in the cellar." She exclaims, lifting Harry by the collar before grabbing Ron as well.

She shoves them hard enough that they fall by Wormtail's feet.

"I want to have a little conversation with this one." Bellatrix states.

You feel Hermione get ripped from your side, and instinct kicks in.

"No, get your hands off her!" You exclaim, reaching out to grab her but Bellatrix swings her arm, you feel a harsh blow to the stomach that knocks the wind out of you, making you land on the ground as a result.

"Bella!" Her sister scolds, rushing to your side.

"Stop fighting, you will get yourself killed." Narcissa warns, you feel her firm hand on your shoulder as she forces you to stand next to her.

Before you can respond you feel another harsh grip on your collar attempting to drag you to the cellar with the boys.

"No, not her– I want her to watch this." Bellatrix states, gesturing for Wormtail to let you go, and he does.

All you can focus on is the way Bellatrix is handling Hermione, the sadistic smile as she does so, rough and thoughtless.

Your girlfriend looks terrified, and you feel utterly powerless.

She soon retrieves a dagger from her side, holding it up in front of Hermione's face.

"I will give you one chance to answer my question, before I start cutting." Bellatrix says.

Your head is now pounding, your abdomen still aches from the blow, your face stinging where your mother struck you.

Hermione attempts to make an escape but with one swift flick of Bellatrix's hand, she bounds your girlfriend's legs, causing her to fall onto the ground.

You watched as the witch got on top of her, pinning her down by her shoulders.

She then forcefully cuts through Hermione's sleeve with her blade, until enough of her arm was exposed.

"That sword was meant to be in my vault in Gringotts, how did you get it?" She asks, her face an inch away from Hermione's.

Your girlfriend is silent, beyond the whimper that falls out of her lips.

This seems to only urge Bellatrix to bring the tip of the dagger to Hermione's arm. The older witch begins dragging the blade down the exposed skin.

Hermione's sobs quickly morph into deafening screams and you don't feel anything beyond panic.

"It was me! I stole the sword, not her!" You raise your voice, hoping that it would be enough to take the attention of your girlfriend.

"Quiet! I am not asking you." Bellatrix retaliates, merely brushing you off like some pest.

Your eyes followed as she hovered the blade over Hermione's arm again. You see her blood trickling from her wound onto the wood underneath, and you feel sick.

"Please, I didn't take anything." Hermione pleads helplessly, and your chest aches so much you can barely breathe.

"I don't believe you." Bellatrix begins cutting again, this time she's laughing.

Deriving true pleasure from torturing Hermione, and you couldn't stand by and witness it any longer, you had to act.

Amidst your girlfriend's screams you manage to slip past Narcissa, stepping next to her son.

"Draco, give me my wand." You state firmly, as his hesitant stare meets your pleading one, he hands you your wand after a beat.

"Stop lying!" Bellatrix exclaims, you see her lower the blade down to Hermione's arm again and you don't allow yourself to think a moment longer.

You point your wand at the dark haired witch.

"Avada Kedavra!" You exclaimed, survival and wrath, your only goal was to save Hermione.

The bright green light shoots out from the tip of your wand, in an instant, the witch drops onto the ground with a large thud, motionless.

"Y/n, what did you just do–" You hear your mother exclaim but you don't acknowledge her, you refuse to.

Her shock, along with everyone else's; hangs in the air, mute but suffocating.

Hermione is the first to come out of it, she sits up and you rush to her side.

With your arms around her you shut your eyes not half a second passes before you both disapparate, leaving your family behind.

You find yourself at the outskirts of Tinworth by Shell Cottage. The location you all agreed to meet at if anything went wrong.

It was meant as a precaution, you never actually thought things could ever go this wrong.

Disowned by your parents.

Murdered another in cold blood.

Your girlfriend tortured and maimed.

"Hermione, it's alright, you're safe now." You state, carefully placing your hands on either side of the other girl's face.

Your girlfriend doesn't meet your gaze, scattered, her mind entirely elsewhere.

"Y/n, we have to go back, we have to help the boys–" She says, you stop her with a firm hand on her forearm before she can stand.

"No, Hermione! It's too dangerous. If we go back they will kill you." You say with a raised voice, unintentional, driven by your heightened emotions, but it works to get the other woman's attention.

"I can't– I can't lose you." Your voice shakes and Hermione finally looks at you.

An expression flashes across her face that tightens the knot in your stomach.

She lets herself breathe and think, she realizes what you had done just moments prior, the significance, its implications.

"You killed her." Hermione states, more awe than contempt but you scramble to defend yourself anyway.

Truth be told you don't know why you had reacted the way you did, you weren't even aware that you had it in you to begin with.

"I had to– sweetheart, she would have continued to hurt you if I didn't stop her." You stutter, but Hermione quickly silences you.

Her lips crash into yours, fervent, anguished, and eager. Your girlfriend's hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling even closer.

Hermione's clinging onto you; with no desire to let go of her lifeline, her love, the only reason she is still here, safe and alive.

You are forced to pull away as your lungs burn from the lack of air.

"I will go back for them myself, promise me you'll wait for me here." You breathe out against Hermione's lips, your forehead resting against hers.

Before your girlfriend can even begin protesting you see Harry apparate in the distance. Closely followed by Ron and Luna.

The ginger haired boy is first to run to Hermione's side.

"Hermione, y/n. Are you alright?" Harry shouts, your girlfriend nods but you don't respond. Your eyes remain on the elf behind him.

You catch sight of Dobby, limping as he clutches his stomach.

"Harry Potter." The elf calls out, weak and frail.

Harry finally follows your gaze.

"Dobby." He says, sprinting to Dobby's side, and the elf collapses right into his arms.

You watched as a distressed Harry pulled something that seemed to have impaled the elf, he finally sets it on the sand next to him and your own stomach turns.

You immediately recognize the bloodied dagger.

How can a single object cause so much damage?

You feel your anger resurfacing, you regret not discarding the blade when you had the chance.

"Just hold on, okay?" Harry says as he tries to stop the bleeding, placing his hand over the wound.

"We'll fix you. Hermione will have something." He reassures before turning his attention towards her.

"In your bag– Hermione?" Harry pleads and your girlfriend merely clutches you tighter.

"Hermione." He repeats, desperate.

"Help me!" The man shouts, you hear your girlfriend let out a sob.

A barely audible "I'm sorry." before Hermione turns to embrace you, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

An attempt to protect herself from the inevitable anguish; witnessing someone entirely undeserving of death, go out so painfully, abruptly.

"Such a beautiful place– to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friend, Harry Potter." The elf mutters, and you are unable to stare any longer.

You make accidental eye contact with Ron, but for once there is a shared regard between the two of you. Grief, sadness, gratitude, acceptance.

The sheer helplessness Harry feels is shared amongst all of you as you watch the elf take his last breath in his arms.

You observed as Luna walked up to him, graciously shutting Dobby's eyes with her fingers.

Hermione remains in your arms, and you hold her close, having no intention of letting go.

"I want to bury him– properly. Without magic." Harry says, fighting back his sobs.

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You are jolted awake once again out of a distressing dream. This time your girlfriend is not in bed next to you, you sit up abruptly in a panic.

"Hermione?" You call out, and the voice that responds almost immediately, swiftly eases your nerves.

"I'm here." Your girlfriend says, emerging through the doorway.

"I had to use the loo." She then explains, climbing back into bed.

With the feeling of Hermione's head against your chest you can breathe again.

You spent most of the night lying awake, and when you did manage to find sleep you were merely tormented by nightmares.

The encounter in Malfoy Manor could've gone much differently, in fact it could've ended horribly. You were so close to losing everything that mattered to you. You could only vow that you will never allow yourself to get that close again.

Any relief you felt this morning derived from knowing your girlfriend at least managed to find some sleep herself. Clearly the events of yesterday took a toll on her, but she is resilient, as always, and you adore her for it.

"I'm sorry you had to leave your parents." Hermione says after a long silence.

"Don't be. Nothing good has ever come from me being around them." You state truthfully, threading your fingers through her hair, absentmindedly.

"You saw how they were." You add.

"I know, still, I'm sorry." Hermione repeats it anyway, lifting her head to place several kisses against your cheek, the same spot your mother had struck.

You then reach down, gently grazing her bandaged arm, soon lifting it up to place a tender kiss against it.

The look Hermione gives you in return makes your heart stop and beat faster in your chest all the same.

"You know, I fight so hard because of you." You admit, extending your arm to cup her jaw.

"I never had a reason before you." You add, your thumb stroking her cheek.

You watched as your girlfriend's eyes welled with tears, overwhelmed and consumed by adoration.

Hermione finally leans in, capturing your lips with her own. The kiss snatches the air right out of your lungs, but you don't care. You'd never wish for it to end.

She finally pulls away only slightly before resting her forehead against yours.

"I love you, y/n. So much, more than you'll ever truly know." Hermione says, and the pleasant fluttering that travels throughout your entire body translates to an easy smile on your lips.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #hermione granger #slytherin au #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger x reader

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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-vine boom

I probably sent a lot of these now im so sorry lmfao 😅

You mentioned in one of the asks that some countries are like a prototype/based of our existing countries, like Germany=Mondstadt, Liyue=China, Inzauma=Japan....

So even though the language is more or less identical for you to make heads and tails in a conversation or writing in a book, the reverse side does not.

Creator!Reader who knows a couple of languages (plus points if they're atleast fluent or have a understanding of it despite not being able to speak said language) and being born from a country that doesnt have the same language as the countries Teyvat based off. Basically Spanish, Italian, Filipino, Scandinavian languages that also have their own way of writing.

Imagine feeling homesick and the only thing that keeps you occupied is the notebook and pen you have while the others converse in a meeting or in a hangout. You started writing in your tongue and re-reading it to relive memories.

Zhongli, AlHaitham, Albedo, Jean, maybe the Berry bros too (Diluc & Kaeya) get curious only to have a double-take and immediately thinks that maybe there is a forgotten land in Teyvat that has this language, I mean Morax stayed faithful to Liyue and Barbatos blessed his country with abundance of supplies and freedom. Teyvat gods and archons played favourites, so why wouldn't you as well? (Bonus: Khaenriah flashbacks) (also I know these arent enough characters but how should I know? I only have a handful of them and I ran out of Primos😭

The people from Akademiya though? I mean they went hard on theorizing and picking apart the language of their creator. Have you seen Matpat's descent to insanity the more FNAF continues to push out LoRe? Thats basically them because Teyvat doesn't have a country based on Creator's birth country. They're grasping nothing but air and dead ends and the only lead they have is you, but couldnt ask because you look so down and they cant bear to see Creator sad....

(NEW BANNER TOMORROW AND I DONT HAVE ENOGH PRIMOGEMS HALP---)

Rip Vine boom no primos 🙏 hope u got some more by this time bc i was so late to reply lol - DUDE IM SO READY FOR THE GORG KAVEH <333

BERRY BROS!! Thats it, thats the only way im gonna refer to them now.

Not super long to add onto ur bc UR SO SMART AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER VINEBOOM U SHOULD ALSO WRITE STUFF SO I CAN GO OBSESS OVER UR WRITING WITH A MILLION FERAL COMMENTS-!!!

(Cute owl house gif is like, metaphorially u and zhongli in this lol)

EDIT 8/23/23: So this may be inaccurate/not that good to my Hispanic Readers out there! Sorry about that, I'l make sure to do better in the future.

EDIT 1/1/24: Unfortunately there are even more issues here, and I'm really sorry about that. I expanded on it more in my Eldritch fanfic post in Part 2, but it was exoticism of me to use the word "Huangdi". I have since replaced it with "Emperor", and don't intend to just erase the mistake like it never happened. But I did change it in the headcanons for better readability. Again, I'm genuninely sorry about this, and will absolutely be watching out/doing better in the future. I hope you understand.

THIS SOUNDS SO SAD, LIKE THIS COULD DEF BE ANGST, ESP SINCE U HAVE NO FAMILIAR-ISH CULTURE TO TURN TO-

tbh im american and i def dont think theres a u.s. country- oh god at least I hope not, damn but im also familiar with mexican culture so i wouldnt miss the united states, but id miss mexican culture…

BUT!!

You have a lot of amazing people who care about you in Teyvat, so they won’t let you stew in ur homesickness for long

like random said, i could see it being small stuff

ok so imma just-

LATINO! READER TIME BABBYYYYY

(i do this bc its just the culture/language im more familiar with, but dont let that discourage anyone from requesting other cultures! I will def do my research, or ur welcome to tell me all about it so i can write it better! <3)

THAT BEING SAID IM MOSTLY WHITE PLS LMK IF SHIT IS WRONG/SPANISH IS WRONG BC IM STILL A BEGINNER MY BELOVED LATINES!

<3 YOU GUYS

♡

you’ve been in the game-turned-life world of Genshin Impact for nearly 6 months now, turns out time isnt wonky as hell like it is if you were playing the game, half bc u bribed Albedo with answers to his many questions about you if he figured out the time difference, and half bc of ur internal clock

people would notice the cuss words first lmao

like Xiao hearing u stubbing ur toe on the million and one steps up to Wangshu Inn, hijueputa!

or Keqing pointing out the words you coo at the dogs hanging out by the bridge outside the harbor,

un perrito tan buenoooo!! :’)

while most would just, " hmm, maybe a dialect of one of the other countries we havent heard…"

but Zhongli? he’s been ready for centuries in case the prophecy came true within his lifetime, afterall, many things changed while he’s been alive, not crazy to him that you might descend randomly

While everyone else was unprepared, bc u were like… the oldest deity, more legend than history, so ppl just thought Morax was a little overly faithful …so when it actually happened,, Morax was just smirking as he watched ur golden shooting star streak the night sky… while absolute pandemonium consumed the mortals and adepti in liyue lmao

(like that scene of Regina George in Mean Girls watching the student body break out into an all out brawl just smirking 😭 pls god look it up if u dont know what i mean- )

So Morax- Zhongli, has been ready for you, just in case, to pay attention to what kind of person you’d be, learn your favorite clothes/colors/offerings, see what things you’d like to talk about with him (hopefully for hours) etc.

He was observant, and with his memory, he practically gave himself headaches sometimes with how aware he was,

on one of those days he was overwhelmed by the mortal crowds, the smells, the market yelling, and all the change from what he thought he knew-

Zhongli noticed you in your own melancholy, and curious, he began to stroll just behind

You sit at Wanmin restaurant, still somber, and ask Xiangling to

“please try out these recipes? they’re from my world, and id really love to have something like them again..”

a true experimental chef as always, Xiangling quickly takes up your offer, and u follow her into the kitchens in the back (the restaurant is much more real than in game, they have gorgeous inside seating, all shades of red coloring the walls and lots of pretty latticework-)

Zhongli takes a seat finally, he has a usual table at this point he comes in so much coughtorunintoyoucough the staff know it's his and give him tea pretty quickly

the food, and the looks, makes it your favorite restaurant in Liyue, the Liuli Pavilion a little too fancy for casual dining, afterall, Zhongli would know

He’s tried to keep track of your favorite places to be in Liyue too, and kept his near full attention on what you say when he asks after your stays in Liyue (he hasn’t felt the need to pay that much attention or felt that much interest in conversation partners in… decades?)

So when you come out of the kitchen, throwing your head back and laughing, "Sí, sí! It all tastes so close Xiangling! Gracias, thank you!"

He wants… to know.

to know what those strange, but delicious looking, foods are all balanced on two big dinner plates

Xiangling carrying whatever you couldn’t just behind, a pitcher of white liquid, it smells, like cinnamon?

He raises a hand, and offers the extra seats at his table, (when did his tea go cold? he only just sat down, he couldn’t have spent that long thinking about you…)

You notice and look over, a giddy grin lighting up your face (…hmm, perhaps he needs to transform into his Exuvia form and let off some steam, his chest has warmed too much right now for him to just be sitting here…)

You plop into the seat beside him, but not before carefully placing the plates in front of both you and Zhongli

You scootch around until you’re turned towards him, as always, Zhongli looks… actually kind of, happy?

a small soft smile pulls at his lips, his eyes half-lidded as they meet yours, his usual red eyeliner framing his monolids perfectly, he looks like he’s been,, well, sculpted from stone, an artwork come to life

“…My Emperor? Could I trouble you to tell me about the dishes before us?”

the geo god’s pleasantly smooth and deep voice felt so soft asking you that, like he didn’t want to push you one direction or the other

“Oh! Right! Sorry, these are from my home country, back in my world, or at least, as close as Xiangling and I can get to them!”

Your smile brightens your face once more, clearing away any leftover stormclouds from your mood earlier, and as you launch into explaining (Xiangling had to get back to orders, so it’s just you two now)

You list it all, the quintessential: quesadillas, empanadas, tamales, chorizo (you had to combine at least 5 different spices to Mondstadt sausages to get anywhere close to the real thing) the dips obviously, salsa, queso, guacamole, and the easy street tacos, and finally the horchata, but also all the weird fruits Teyvat has with chile, like Sunsettias mixed with Harra from Sumeru or Lavender melons with Wolfhook berries… all surpringly pretty good

(the Sun-Harra combo tastes like mango, a sort of deeper taste of pineapple/kiwi and a sort of light orange taste? all with the nice addition of chile flavors, the Lavender melons and Wolfhooks helped imitate chamoy enough that your heart was satisfied)

…you realize you’ve just been talking about the last meal you had with your family/friends instead of the food after a bit, and Zhongli hasn’t said anything…

you trail off and look back over your shoulder (u were practically about to get your shirt in the imitation guac u were leaning so far over the table to point and talk)

you’re about to sheepishly apologize for taking over the conversation, and ask if he wants to try anything (Zhongli can handle spice so u dont have to worry abt that at least)

but as u finally see his face, u just stop, and dont end up saying anything

He’s just, looking at you.

his smile's not huge, but big enough to make his eyes look happy, and Zhongli’s just… looking at you.

You can’t describe the look he’s giving you, but you suddenly feel… a wave of shyness wash over your heart in your chest, because he’s looking almost like, maybe like, he’s sort of, waiting for you to keep talking, his tan skin warm in the golden rays of the sun beginning to set, you don’t know why you’re noticing any of these things, and he gently, slowly, makes a move to lean into your space a little

almost above your armrest, head inches from your shoulder, he finally moves to stop looking at you-

He looks like a painting as he looks down, his eyelashes almost sitting on his high cheekbones,

you have to move your head to looking at the table too as he moved so close,

you feel your shoulders reflexitively hitch upwards as you brushed the hair on the side of his head as you turned away

He looks around, and then moves his head, not his body, he’s still leaning toward you, to look you right in the eyes again

“Why did you stop? I haven’t said much, I apologize, but it’s only because I wanted to hear you without anything interrupting you.”

You cough a little strained, “Oh! Oh I get it now yeah, thanks-”

“I want to hear you more,” his black eyes begin to warm with gold, you can vaguely see the shape of his diamond pupil revealing itself, “I want to hear about… everything, if you’ll tell me? The language, the food, the drinks, your family, your dances, your country, I want to hear it all. Won’t you please let me hear your voice some more?”

♡

GOOOD LOOORDDDD, ITS SO LONGGGGG IM SO SORRRYYY 😭😭

OKAY IM MOSTLY SORRY THAT THIS SCENARIO HAPPENED??? IDK WHERE ZHONGLI CAME FROM- GOD IM SUBCONCIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I GUESS, SORRY RANDOMANTICS-

uh, hope somebody got anything out of this, sorry abt the length, again,

also pls somebody tell me if what i said about culture/food was alright! If not I’ll def change it, pls dont let me keep it up if its inaccurate/wrong!!

Safe Travels you guys,

💀♒️

.°•.☆.•°.

♡ the beloveds ♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

#fuck my tags ♡#im so tired of putting them #idk why but my heads emptied of all i need to put <3 #UR HAVE SUCH GREAT IDEAS RANDOM!!!#i meant what i said before the gif!#genshin impact #genshin sagau #ask box open #sagau #my asks #genshin imagines #gender neutral reader #genshin isekai #genshin god reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #genshin impact sagau

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3terna15unshin3 · 6 months

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a blurb of them at a halloween party would heal me!! (smut but also super cutie cus they’re my babies)

Kneel

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a/n: hey bff thank u for the request and happy halloween :-)

Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!

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cw: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, kinky religious undertones that will hit hard if you’ve seen Fleabag season 2, oral (m receiving), dom!matty vibes ish, praise, cumplay maybe??, also a bit wordy at the start lol

Matty zipped up the back of her jumpsuit for her, since Este couldn’t reach it herself. She was in the midst of covering her nose and mouth with fake blood.

“Easy with that stuff, hey? You’re going to make it impossible for me to kiss you,” he complained, making eye contact with her through the mirror in front of them.

She laughed, running her hands under the tap to wash the excess red off her hands, and then turned around. Her arms raised to adjust the Roman collar surrounding his neck. “A bit of blood has never stopped you in the past.”

His jaw dropped. “We’ll have to put some time aside for confession tonight, with that dirty mind of yours.” He said with a chuckle, playing up the priest costume suited over his body and shaking his head at her suggestive joke.

“I’ll hold you to that offer, actually.” Este giggled.

Before heading out the door, she stole a cigarette from the box in Matty’s pocket to hold between her fingers as a prop—her other hand cradling a small stuffed guinea pig. Fleabag was their favourite show, after all.

When they arrived at Charli’s, music was pulsating through the floorboards and hoards of people filled the space. She was great at throwing a party, so that’s what was expected.

Matty had handfuls of friends to greet but he did it all with his hand still linked with hers or around her waist. By now, they were mostly familiar faces, so it didn’t phase her. Many complimented their costumes; and those who didn’t recognise it, got an earful from Este about how the show it was in reference to was an absolute must-watch. Matty, who was slightly less passionate about spreading the Fleabag agenda, just sat back and watched in adoration. He loved seeing her addiction to sharing things she loves with others.

He also shamelessly basked in the feeling of being called ‘hot priest’ by everyone. If anyone called him just the ‘priest’, he’d correct them, and Este would roll her eyes.

By the time they’d gone round to see everyone, Ross (dressed as Indiana Jones) had shoved drinks into their hands, and had even come back a second time with more rounds. They were buzzed before settling into a spot in the corner of the lounge where the rest of the guys and their partners had gotten comfortable.

After him and Este pulled each of them in for an embrace, Matty took the last free seat and grabbed her by the waist to sit down on his lap.

“Welcome, welcome,” Charli loudly greeted over the music, while hanging onto George’s shoulder, “You guys have gotten some drinks right? You’re good? I’ve got some off limits special stuff I’m willing to share if you want anything more,”

Este thanked her for the offer but shook her head. “Ross had us very taken care of the minute we walked in, so I think we’re all good,”

Ross raised his glass and nodded his head at the mention of his chronic need to make sure that nobody ever had an empty hand.

“You look hot, by the way,” commented Carly, earning a wide smile from Este as she eyed her and Adam and their costumes. They were dressed as the twins from The Shining.

“I’d say the same about you babe. But not hotter than Hann, unfortunately,” She replied, giggling at his blonde wig. He flicked the fake hair upwards with sass in response to her compliment, making the whole group laugh.

Matty’s hands stayed there on her hips for the next few hours, only removing themselves periodically when they got up to mingle or to get another drink or when Este heard a song she wanted to dance to. But otherwise, his touch was glued to her.

It was starting to drive him crazy that that was all he could do, though. She grew increasingly flirty with him as the night went on; making sure to grind her ass deeper into his lap every time she towered forward to grab crisps off the coffee table, or leaning her back into his chest to turn and give him a kiss on the jaw, or leaving her hand way too far up his thigh. Matty wanted more—but she couldn’t give him that.

Then, Charli brought her point-and-shoot camera out and people began to pose. Everyone messily heaped into groups and threw middle fingers and peace signs up and the camera flashed repeatedly. Once most guests and their costumes were captured at least a couple of times, she came over to Este and grabbed her by the arm.

“We need a photo, E! Come outside,”

The excited and tipsy host made Este stand with her, serving looks down the lens and playfully posing together.

“Wait! I should light my cig!” exclaimed Este, still holding the unlit one between her fingers. She reached around the corner for Matty and gestured to his pocket, wordlessly asking him to do it for her.

Este insisted on holding eye contact with him as she grasped the smoke between her lips and he held the flame underneath its end. It made Matty swoon, seeing her suck her cheeks in and then blow the smoke out the side of her mouth.

She enjoyed a joint and its high here and there, but wasn’t as big of a smoker as him, and was rarely caught messing with nicotine. So, the sight was a bit unusual—and it turned Matty on.

After more photos with Charli, Este shoved her phone into her hand and dragged Matty into the frame. He complied, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and giving the lens his attention. They smiled together, earning a collective ‘aw’ from the people around the room who looked.

They took turns altering expressions, some serious and some silly (like when Este stood proudly while Matty grabbed her tits from behind, peeking his head out to the side); all while she only held the lit cigarette without smoking it.

But for one photo, Matty watched her take a drag. She then looked up at him through her black eyelashes, and leaned in without saying anything. Gulping, he followed her action and leaned in as well, realising that Este wanted to shotgun the smoke she’d just inhaled.

So he parted his lips and breathed in as she blew the smoke into them, locking her gaze again. He felt the buzz immediately, and Este smirked with just millimetres between them before pulling away.

Matty swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants—and even thought he saw Este squeeze her legs together in his peripheral vision. Luckily, he also saw Charli capture the moment with both her camera and Este’s iPhone, so at least he’d have evidence that it actually happened. And that he didn’t just dream it up.

“Okay, you guys are sexy. I get it. Can you take some of me and George now?”

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Este’s behaviour wasn’t innocent and unknowing. He knew she was riling him up on purpose. So in return, as soon as they stepped foot back into their shared house, Matty had her pinned against the wall. They’d barely made it into the corridor.

She gasped, but quickly gave in and kissed him with hunger.

“Something wrong, Father?” Este asked breathily, breaking away for air and tugging at his collar.

His hands tangled in her hair and yanked it backwards to make her head tilt up. “You’ve been very sinful tonight,”

Their lips hungrily reconnected, kissing with open mouths. Este grabbed him over his pants, drawing a hiss out of Matty. She then felt his hand trail up from her waist, over her chest, and onto her neck. He pressed lightly on the sides of her throat. She moaned into his mouth.

“Will you forgive me if I repent?” She asked, while slipping her fingers past his waistband.

“We’ll see. Only if you’re good for me,” Matty answered in a low voice. He grew rock hard as Este pumped him up and down a couple times in his pants. He breathed heavily and made pretty sounds when she dragged her thumb over his sensitive tip.

“I will. I swear,” begged Este.

“Then kneel.”

Sinking to her knees, she took his length out of his pants and gave it a kiss like she was worshipping it. Her flattened tongue ran up its underside from the base, taking his head into her mouth when she reached the top.

Matty shuddered, cradling her jaw with his palm. “Fuck,” he choked out.

She swirled her tongue around him before taking a breath and bringing him farther. His cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag and then moan with pleasure. The vibrations made Matty buck his hips forward and hit her maximum again.

Este's hand did the work her mouth couldn’t reach, setting a comfortable pace and gripping the back of his thigh with her other one. His skin tasted salty and made her shift her hips in desperation.

Matty then gathered her messy hair into one section behind her head. “You said you’re gonna be good for Father, right? Will you show me how good you are?”

She let out a muffled moan to say yes, attempting to nod while her mouth was full of him and her head bobbed up and down. Wetness accumulated between her legs.

“Okay. Then take me like the good girl.”

He steadied her head, gripping it with both hands, and gently thrust his hips. Este opened her jaw wider and took a breath while she could, before Matty thrusted into her again.

He went easy on her to make sure everything was alright, even though her was fully aware that she loved having her face fucked. Este loved pleasing him, letting him take control, and tasting him down her throat. It could make her cum on the spot.

Not long afterwards, he tightened his grip on her hair and brought her mouth down even deeper onto his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He praised, jaw slack with euphoria as her throat constricted around him.

Tears gathered in the corner of Este’s eyes, her nose repeatedly grazing the hairy skin of his pelvis. His thrusts grew relentless. The filthy sounds of her mouth around him echoed through their entryway and mixed with their combined moans.

His head threw itself backwards and he groaned every time Este’s warm mouth swallowed him. “Shit, you were fucking made for me,” Matty said, after bringing his attention back down to the sight of her. Spit dripped down her chin. Her lips grew red at the way they were stretched around his cock.

“Just a bit more. You’re taking me so well,” moaned Matty, feeling his orgasm creeping up. They both knew he wouldn’t last long.

Este was a champ, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked faster to chase his end. To finish him off, she hollowed her cheeks and stiffened her tongue beneath him, feeling the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, bobbing her head again to meet him halfway.

His hips rammed into her face a couple of more times, before he cried, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. E, I’m—”, and then came.

She sprung up, finally able to take a breath, letting Matty watch his cum spill onto her tongue. His tip sat above her open mouth and ropes of white pooled into it.

Este let it drip out and down onto her cleavage that was exposed through the cutout of her jumpsuit. Raising her hand and wrapping it back around his cock, she milked him of every last drop. The sudden prolonged pleasure made Matty’s hips buckle up, fucking her fist and spilling more of his seed onto her chest.

“Am I forgiven, Father?” she asked after swallowing fully, even dragging a finger through the cum on her tits and then sucking it clean.

Matty’s chest heaved up and down, and his head was so hazy from the mind numbing climax he was attempting to recover from that all he could do was nod. He caressed the top of her head with his shaky hand, then brought it down to drag his thumb over her lips.

It formed into a smile as Este looked up at him, his expression being shamelessly fucked out and giddy.

“I think I actually did just see God.”

#tbsg #meste blurb #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 #matty healy fic #smut #matty healy smut

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January and February dump

This is my most recent work of Lloyd, and my most recent work in general. I made this in the computer room at school with a painful high-sensitive mouse. We have these special course thing in our junior high, so every tuesday after class, I get to be in the computer room. For six hours... (My course is Visual Graphics Design. I'm kinda regretting it now since I've been thinking of becoming an architect... I can't change my course now since it's too late. Which is stupid.)

I'll try to draw more there! I really like drawing with a mouse cause I like the challenge. And since I'm not accustomed to a high-sensitive mouse, it'll be a bigger challenge for me!

I made these two in traditional then polished them digitally since I straight up just used a pen. I rarely use a pencil nowadays so I can learn to fix mistakes without erasing it. Usually it ends up looking like chicken scratch but I'm getting better.

My Harumi one is so bad lol.. When I was making it, my classmates around me were messing around and moving the chairs in the process, making me have to draw strokes with shaky lines. It's not that noticeable though since I made the lines thicker.

I was planning to make something for Rebooted's anniversary but I got busy... (And lazy) The PIXAL one was inspired by an animatic I saw.

If you compare the previous Arin portrait, yes, they don't look the same. I'm trying to find a look for Arin, as I do with every character, that I'll be satisfied with.

By the way, I'm kind of basing Arin's hair with my classmate's hair. Which is funny because my other classmates compared this artwork to my classmate, who looked nothing like Arin but have similar hair, commenting they're the same. (I'm not mad because I actually find this a bit humorous)

I was trying to make an animatic and this was going to be the sketch. But then again, I got busy and lazy. (Mostly lazy)

I accidentally changed their facial features a bit by accident on the second page because I forgot to reference the first page. It was tiring flipping pages every 5 seconds, ok! Also, I drew it after 2 days when I drew the first page, and I didn't have a design I liked for them yet. (...I just noticed Jay has different eye colors in both pages...)

I think I'm sticking to these looks for Lloyd. I'll try to make it accurate to this. (I think I did great with the first image of this post. Though, I made him too round for my liking.)

Discard the growing beard post redesign Lloyd has. That beard thing was supposed to be where his chin was until I realized it was too small. And it's still too small.

Child Lloyd is so cute! The eyeshadow wasn't intentional at first, but then it got me thinking, what if Lloyd had an emo phase? And now emo child Lloyd is my headcanon.

Pre redesign Lloyd kind of reminds me of TommyInnit, and I find it quite funny. Maybe it's the facial gesture, I know a lot of TommyInnit fanarts with that silly face.

For Dragons Rising Lloyd however, I want him to have long hair with his post redesign face. I'll try to make full body designs of the 4 Lloyds.

You guys probably don't care, and this is the first time you've seen me because I don't have an exact artstyle and I dont post as much, but I'm going to put descriptions now since this blog is going to be a silly little art dump! And blog posts are supposed to be descriptive. Which I should've done in the beginning and explained my works..

Anyhow

If you liked my art, thank you!

If you saw me before and told me I did well, thank you and I'm sorry!! I know my previous posts have gotten comments and I'm sorry I didn't respond.. I'm not trying to be ungrateful, I just don't know how to express my appreciation for your positive feedback! Or just reply in general... I get nervous even when I'm wearing my mask..

Please don't hate me, I'm just really anxious to show my work to people I don't know to the point where I might think people disliked my artwork when it's the opposite..

(I'll probably copy paste this in future posts now lol. But I AM thankful that some of you guys think my works are great!)

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mariejordans · 3 months

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i honestly don’t even know where to begin with this post, so i guess i’ll start with hi! sorry, i’ve been gone so long, though probably most of you didn’t even notice i was gone lol. sorry for not giving any warning to my absence, and i am especially sorry to the mutuals who have reached out to me that i haven’t responded to. i was and still am struggling with anxiety and depression and towards the new year it was getting to be a bit much for me, so i decided to take a mental health break from social media.

i’d honestly been contemplating coming back, but today i received a dm from someone with a link to a post that was accusing me of bullying and creating fake accounts to bully other people in this fandom. first of all, i would like to emphasize that this is not true. attached below is a screenshot of all the blogs that i own (EDIT 2/9/24: i have since deleted the screenshot for my own privacy and i believe that since i made this post, there has been more than enough evidence to clear my name.) milfsociety is my main account, which i have linked before on this blog and many of my mutuals also follow me on my main, and the rest of them are just me saving my old usernames or other sideblogs that i rarely use, but all of them have been inactive for two months at least.

i do NOT condone bullying ever, and to be continually accused of it by this person is very disheartening. it started with this post (seen below) that i made back in november after seeing a post discrediting marie as the main character of gen v. i admit that my language was probably a bit harsher than was necessary, but honestly my intention was not to send hate to op (which is why i never tagged it with any gen v related tags) but to defend marie. it also wasn’t meant to be solely specific to this one person but as a general post because at the time, there were lots of accounts discrediting marie and to be honest, i was just kinda venting bc of how sick of it i was. (also, just to mention, i have intentionally left out their username because the last thing i want is to send hate to this person.) this was the only post i made on the topic and later i heard that apparently op blocked me afterward (which does not offend me in the slightest since i have since done the same thing) so this honestly should have been the end of it.

i honestly hadn’t given this post a second thought until a little under a month later i received this ask out of nowhere, accusing me of ableism and bullying. i replied to this ask, which i will link here. honestly this ask came as a complete shock to me, because i had honestly forgotten all about my previous post.

i responded to anon and in the reply i apologized to their friend for my hurtful comments and expressed that it was never my intention to attack anyone, especially anyone with a disability, which i did not know about when i initially made the first post. i also explained my side, stating why i made the post in the first place, which i still stand by. originally, i had linked their post in my reply, which in hindsight was a mistake that i regret and i should’ve known better. again, my last intention ever is to spread hate and negativity or to bully anyone, so i deleted the link when i was asked by a third party. this person has also since deleted that post about marie entirely.

shortly after i posted the reply, i guess i can only assume that whoever anon was told them about the reply. i’m honestly not sure if they’ve ever actually read this reply or not, but they made a response to my reply, accusing me of harassment and bullying. honestly, it really confused me at the time, since i’d only made two posts in reference to them, and one was a reply to an ask, but we ended up having a third party account who was mutuals with both of us acting as a mediator to settle things and i genuinely wanted to move on from the situation. we both had each other blocked and it seemed to me that anon was just trying to instigate more drama between us, so i thought it best to just leave it at that. i was also going through some mental health issues at the time (unrelated to this situation even though it didn’t help) and had been considering taking a break from tumblr, and so i thought it would be best to just go inactive for a while.

this is honestly the first time i’ve used tumblr in the two months since i’ve been gone, so i have no idea what else has been happening regarding any other blogs and this person, but apparently i am being named as the sole instigator here and i just wanted to once and for all clear up this issue and my name. i’m honestly not sure if this person will see this post or if they’ll even accept it as truth. i can’t force them or anyone to believe me as i really don’t know what else i’d have to do to prove that i don’t have any other secret accounts other than making this post.

i will probably continue to be inactive on this account as i think it is in everyone’s best interest. i never wanted to contribute or start any drama in this fandom, but i feel like i am partially responsible in how this situation has turned out, so i would also like to apologize to you all as well. i’ve never had an account of mine get as big as this one has (thank you to everyone who liked and supported my silly little ramblings!) and i can honestly say i have had the best time interacting and fangirling with you all about this show and these characters that i love so much and i will continue to enjoy and love gen v and marie from afar!

goodbye for now,

rose (aka mariejordans)

#gen v #heronamedhawks #update this user is actually a racist transphobic piece of shit so please block them and do not give them any more of your attention

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mekkatoniks · 11 months

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Alright y'all, first Sunnyblr post but this one is real important to me because it includes both something that is threatening TO ME as a writer and also something I see as mischaracterization which is something I despise. My apologies if I can't put this together in a better way, I feel real anxious right now lmao. You may have seen the clip, maybe two, of Glenn talking about AI. This has caused a major reaction, originally down on Twitter (bcs. of course) and I guess I'm here to provide the whole thing, in writing.

First thing's first I wanna reassure you that Glenn did not use AI in the writers room. He views AI as a threat.

I watched the whole interview when it came out and here's the summary: He says he was personally surprised by the quality of the AI at writing jokes, some time after Matt expresses that he doesn't view ChatGPT/AI to be "good enough" to really interfere with writers (may have to check up on this wording). They did not use this material in the show. Charlie and Glenn did this only to test it. This follows by him saying he thinks we're gonna get to a point where eventually we'll have to accept the way things are going (at the point we're at already I think we can't really fight AI here, but put protections in place for writers against AI and its improper usage, so using it to solely generate ideas, using it as a replacement for writers as a whole, etc), that it's a tool people will have to learn to use, but that ultimately there'd still need to be at least one human in the room to curate it all because there's never really going to be a fully finished product (which isn't an endorsement of that type of heavy AI usage, seems more like an observation and that AI will always still have limits).

Jay continues from this saying that even if it does create a fully finished product, there'll still be the appetite for people to tell stories to other people, and that for every big shift it stays the same. Jay is also in agreement that it'd be a tool but that it isn't something to be scared of, just more aware of; he doesn't view it as a threat. Glenn replies that he does view it as a threat and continues to talk cynically about it, saying we could be close to having just one guy and then your writers room is entirely chatbots (this is not spoken as a good thing obviously. It's kinda comedic but there's truth in it especially for cynical people I suppose). Matt makes a joke about that being Glenn's dream and Glenn laughs about it (it was pretty fucking funny) and is like "i'm a bit misanthropic ur right lol". When Matt begins speaking again Glenn jumps in to say that he is not saying that it's a good thing, which is more likely to be in reference to AI as well. At the end of the question Jay says he stands with the WGA and Glenn agrees. That is all that is said in that portion of the interview. So I suppose the end point is... he doesn't support AI, certainly not to the extent some are making it seem.

I get major anxiety when it comes to things like this - as in, people reacting to something in a way that indicates they have misinterpreted or don't have the full thing or anything like this, it legitimately makes me feel sick. I can understand people's reactions at least because AI is a threat! That's why the WGA wants protections for writers from the improper usage of AI, because they've drawn similar conclusions and want to prevent it. Fuck, I'm a writer. I of all people would understand how this affects anything. But this specific situation is not one that really calls for the type of reaction it has received? It's gotten to a point where people have started attacking him for real petty reasons like appearance because of it. It's immature, unnecessary, and really just low.

If I've had the most uncritical thinking moment in the whole universe and you think there's something really wrong with the way I have viewed the situation, that I've been the one to misinterpret it, then please be civil about it. Or even if there's a point you want to just bring up. Due to issues I have, I avoid posting about a lot of things because I'm always focused on getting things right and the idea that I may be getting it wrong, in a space where people can see (and let's be honest there's always a chance of seeing the most vile shit in response and I feel anxious over it for days which is unhealthy), is distressing to me. But I'm slowly putting myself out there lol, I mostly just came here to give comfort to anyone or assuage much of their anxiety as possible. I do not at any point want to look like I'm dickriding but this is something I feel has truly been perceived wrong by a lot of people! I think the timing of everything, being asked that question and answering it during the strike, has definitely contributed to a lot of this and tension is high for a lot but I genuinely think Glenn's answer as well as Jay's were nuanced for the time they had to answer it (they can't go on too long) and I appreciate that. Thank you for reading!

#glenn howerton #iasip #it's always sunny #it's always sunny in philadelphia #people should make sure to know the full thing before speaking #saying glenn is in full support of ai is false #saying that he used it to write for sunny... is false #the energy on sunnytwt is making me feel nauseous #acting like glenn is personally shooting writers on sight is disingenuous #not providing the full clip for something is bad #especially when it has the potential to give a different view than what seems to be expressed

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Congratulations for the event! May I request hcs of Leona and Floyd (seperated pls '^^) with a s/o who's significantly shorter than them but is still bold? Like their s/o is 150cm but doesn't give a shit and still annoys the hell out of them and threatens them even tho they don't stand a chance against them.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, dear! This made me remember a Brazilian expression about short people that have little to no patience for things (the exact word for that doesn't translate to english). It’s like saying “oh, that angry shortie, right?” That’s the feeling I’m looking for here lol And I changed Leona and Floyd’s nicknames just for the sake of adding a bit of personality to this reader, so instead of herbivore and shrimpy, we have “meerkat” and “flounder”. A-ha title reference just bc~ Thanks for the request <3 |

Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech x g!n short reader / headcanons / fluff & comedy / teasing / reader has 150cm and is feral / movies references / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Fighting High and Low

“Enjoying the Sun, little meerkat? Or am I doing a shadow for you?” You snorted at those words, turning to face Leona Kingscholar who was resting his arm on your head. But you wouldn't let him just take advantage of you like that. You elbowed his rib and stuck out your tongue. This was a typical scene for you two;

As Leona met you more and more throughout your early days in the NRC, he gradually became interested in you. Not only because of the situations you got into sometimes, but also because of the way you faced everything so bravely even though you are the height of a child. He thought you were a very special source of entertainment at first;

Teasing you has become one of the peaks of Leona's day. Studying could suck, being bothered by annoying herbivores even more so, but seeing your angry face and your attempts to fight back with him always improved his mood. Your courage — and a bit of senselessness — sets you apart from the rest and Leona gets to respect that;

That's why he nicknamed you “meerkat”. There is a little tale for children in Afterglow Savannah that the most clumsy of the meerkats managed to be friends with a large wild boar and was brave enough to find a safer place for his flock. They said he was kind of crazy and Leona remembered laughing a lot at this story when he was little;

When you nudge him out of your way, step on his foot, or call him an “furry electric pole”, Leona remembers this classic character from his land. Would you dare to throw yourself in front of a lion like him and say what you think, without being afraid to die? Absolutely. You already called him “lazy cat”, wringing a delicious laugh out of him;

And to your worst bad luck: you liked to see Leona laugh. Sometimes not laughing in a smug way, but genuinely. Because, as time went on, you came to realize that this is how he laughed during the provocations between you. His smile, wide but light, showed a joy never seen before. You once even literally tried to climb Leona to see his smile more closely;

Having a smaller height in relation to that multitude of jungle trees that you called colleagues was a problem at times, but you didn’t let yourself be felled by it. And there were other short guys full of rage and courage out there, so you didn't feel alone in your problems. You were one of the few people who made Leona pay attention to something and not necessarily annoy him in the process;

Before, when you were still really annoyed by his attitudes, you would pull him by the tail to get his attention. “I'm sorry, with my height, I can't reach your shoulder,” you'd comment, making a cute but mocking pout. To which Leona would lift you up by your arms and reply, “Now you have my attention, annoying meerkat.” But this was in the past;

Not that you have lost the ability to call him creatively. You literally jumped near him, managing to reach his shoulder and announce your presence. Leona would give you a little look, seeing your hands sliding down his arm without letting go, and grin. You two are a pretty weird pair;

No matter the situation or environment, Leona likes to lean on you and defend himself without concern from your punches to his torso and your kicks to his shin. You lose complete track of time or what people are talking about but it's so fun that it's worth it;

When you eventually confessed your feelings, it was time for your first kiss. You laughed, asking if the most dignified lion could squat down for you to reach him and in response, Leona held on by the waist, so that you ended up even taller than him. “Is the view from the pride rock beautiful?,” Leona asked. “Um, the Lion King over here is more.”

“Hey, little flounder… smooth? What's that face?” Why do light breezes always carry a tsunami with them? You sighed as you felt a big, tall presence leaning against you. Floyd Leech had another one of those big, toothy smiles on his face, his eyes staring at you with a mysterious glow. You tried to step on his foot and run from there;

From the very first moment, Floyd felt that you would be an interesting person to get along with. You must have been one of the shortest people he has ever met — in general, everyone is already short to him — but, there is something in your gaze and in your stubbornness to accept yourself as a prey in that ocean of dangers that awakens unexpected feelings in Floyd;

Therefore, he likes to observe you and talk with you, observing your reactions and the way you act. Floyd would joke that this is “tasting the food” but in reality, it's a very detailed study of you as a person. This is what helps Floyd in any quarrel. He knows exactly what to say or do to disarm you and hit your nerves just right;

Proportionally, you ended up getting his way of acting. At first, you responded to Floyd's taunts in the same way. When he asked where you were because he didn't see you, you said you were right below him, ready to punch his balls. You also have this thing where Floyd would lift you up by the collar and you'd try in vain to kick him in the stomach;

But, now more experienced, you found a way to cut Floyd’s animation before it stretched any further than it should. It was only when you started complimenting the fact that he was tall that everything would lose its grace. However, sometimes you would give such an ironic and backhanded compliment that a smile would quickly return to Floyd's face. Did you really think you would get rid of him so easily?;

Your affectionate nickname as “flounder” is a joke about the favorite type of fish of a famous mermaid in the Coral Sea. She was friends with an especially fearful flounder, but at the right moments, he swallowed his fears and even managed to hit an eel with his tail. Floyd can see these same characteristics in you;

It makes Floyd even imagine what you would be like if you were underwater because his original form of eel is immense and if you were really a flounder — or a shrimp, whatever — you would remain a cute little thing that he would like to bite and tease. And you would have the same amusing folly of trying to hit him with your short tail;

Certain times, when you were in a bad mood and Floyd appeared, you would run up to him to hang yourself in his arms as if he was a large tree branch at your disposal. Floyd didn't care because it was kind of funny. “Do you think my arm is a plank?,” he laughed. “Forgive me for stealing the joke, but honestly, I'm short-tempered today,” you'd reply, frowning;

Without you two being able to stop it, something else came up between you. The pranks and jokes were getting less serious and ended up becoming a cool dynamic banter. Floyd liked to mess your hair up and give your head a strong caress, which you responded to by holding his back tight and sometimes climbing on him like he was your seahorse. Imagine the chaos in the hallways;

Falling in love with a tall person has its advantages. Floyd also sees this in your case as well. With you next to him, he could just hold you in front of someone and let your cute little face melt the person's heart. To which he ends up blurting out that this effect would be short-lived because you’re a little gremlin — as if he weren’t some ninety-one foot tall Godzilla;

When you had called Floyd to go in the yard that day, he thought it was funny that you had climbed up on the bench and stared at him from up there. “Will you try to dive on me, little flounder?,” he asked, amused and curious. “Only if I'm going to kiss you, stupid!” And it was in that moment that Floyd was sure you were the one.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 10 months

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Hi Steph, how do I get people to care about my fic? I know it isn’t about hits and kudos but I can’t help but feel demotivated to write more and see it as a reflection on me that I don’t get that many. I have even stopped writing for a few years and every time I have an idea I think it isn’t worth it to write it. I feel embarrassed to tag people in my fic posts also

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

I get this question often, and it hurts my heart that my lovelies think that they aren't worth peoples' time!

Honestly Nonny, there's no "magic formula", and it is part luck, part self promotion and part tagging a lot of people. Never feel embarrassed about that at all! There are plenty of people who are always on the lookout for new stories, so they love being tagged! And adding your fic to other people's lists! I mean, I don't know about other people, but my blog encourages interactivity and I WANT people to self-promo on a list if they see it relates to their fic. I go back and add notes to the main post so they're seen! Send me you new fic as an ask, and I'll promote it. Seriously, Nonny, it is mostly about self promo.

When I first started in this fandom, my meta took traction because I added it on reblogs of post. That's really it. My blog evolved to a fic rec blog because there was a gap at the time, and people kept suggesting fics, or asking what I personally read, and then word of mouth spread to my blog being one of the main places to go for Johnlock fic recs because my approach to recs was unique at the time (I used to ONLY rec fics I personally read). And yeah, I feel a bit braggadocios when I refer to myself as a top fic rec blog, but my understanding comes from other people, that's all. It's my brand at this point, honestly, LOL.

So yeah, Self Promo, Nonny <3

Here's some past asks similar to yours that may also help:

Do You have advice for people just starting out writing fanfics?

I’m writing a long fic but I’m worried no one will read it. Am I writing the characters wrong?

Some Tips on How to proceed with fic writing

I’m New to Fandom and No One Comments on my Works (Tip List)

Should I Continue Writing or Delete my Stories?

I Want To Write a Story… What If Someone Already Wrote it?

English Isn’t My Native Language; Would Anyone Read My Fics

My Writing Advice for Focusing on the Work (Goals)

Failure Nonny; I’m not feeling better about my writing

How can I stop feeling like a failure as both an artist and a writer

I’m mediocre and worried that other people will think I am a mediocre writer

Any Advice for fic writers who post their work and immediately begin to equate their self worth to the response?

How do fic authors deal with negative comments?

I deleted my fic because people were trolling. Should have I left it up? (A talk about haters)

Any advice for new authors? (With a big bunch of advice from author JBaillier)

I’m new at writing but not good at criticism. What should I do?

How Do I get People to Comment on my Fics?

Am I the only Writer who is concerned when commenters stop commenting?

REPLY: As a commenter who used to do this

And when you finish your story (or start the WIP), Nonny, PLEASE let me know! I would love to promote it my usual way (6 times minimum on viewership posts) and help you get some eyes on your writing :) EVEN if it's not Johnlock! I have a lot of multishippers who follow me here, and they're always looking for new stuff! <3

#steph replies #my advice #chatting with nonnies #writing advice #my thoughts #fandom love #fandom life

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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girl I'm down bad for tenoch, like i havent been in a long time for a male celebrity. i am obsessed!! his birthday is tomorrow!

i have so much curiosity about him (as a person, you know), like does he believe in astrology? hes such an aquarius! and because of that, the answer could be yes or no hahah

I have been practicing my spanish more nowadays; i have read almost every single tweet this man has tweeted. im currently reading his book (which is amazing!! must read for people who want to know more about mexicos power dynamics, racism, colorism! very enlightening; as a latina myself, i could swap mexico to my countrys name and it would fit perfectly) (also he is very articulated, intelligent and funny! such an easy-going read besides the theme).

whats his favorite book? what kind of songs he listens to? share your spotify account with me tenoch!!

whats his comfort food? whats his WhatsApp profile picture? is it from a professional shoot or a selfie he took on his phone? did he cave in and bought an iphone? did he have pets growing up? whos taking care of his plants back home?

does he have a nickname? maybe 'Té', or 'Noche'? or is it something that has nothing in common with his name (my family nickname is completely different from my given name)?

and so on so on!! i need ANSWERS!! necesito tomarme un trago con el!! necesito pachequearme y hablar de la vida con este hombre!!!

Same. Like I literally found myself back on this godforsaken site after years because I needed to be able to vent about my love and obsession for this man.

Oh I would love to know his random opinions and his belief systems. I think he would find it amusing that we have looked up his astrological chart to the best of our abilities. Like he would definitely think "wow thats extensive" but he wouldn't make fun of it like some guys do.

So I know like very rudimentary Spanish that I learned because of my job. I got so often mistaken as some type of latin or hispanic person that it was easier to learn enough Spanish to get by and guests were always so understanding. "Oh she can understand us but it's hard for her to reply." I want to learn more Spanish but I don't have the time right now. I wish I could read his book but a translation isn't out yet.

As a filipino I feel like there will be a lot for me to relate to in the book considering the rampant colorism in all parts of Asia. Filipinos are often referred to as the 'Mexicans' of Asia. Which is weird but also fitting. What snippets of translation I've seen have been so interesting though.

I know he hates reggaeton with so much passion its kind of hysterical. I think I remember him mentioning one of his favorite books in an interview but I can't remember off the top of my head. I knoooow this man has all kinds of proud Latin music on his playlist. Also unabashed bangers like Selena.

He apparently has a screenshot from his whatsapp on his twitter somewhere and I think it's like a normal pic not anything professional.

DOES TENOCH HAVE PLANTS? THAT IS THE QUESTION I NEED ANSWERED BECAUSE I AM A PLANT MOM!

Did you see that interview where he was mad hungry and eating the food the interviewer bought him? I wonder if he's one of those mexican dads who is willing to try a bunch of stuff or if he's the type to always choose latin food over anything else.

I've seen some of his activist friends call him 'Noch' or 'Nochie' I also know that Diego Luna specifically calls him 'chiquitin'. And that makes me giggle because I think he smiles his stupid cute smile every time Diego calls him that.

LOL I have two first names and depending on who you are decides which one you call me. So I don't have any nicknames. Everyone would just get even more confused.

I wanna talk to him about everything, life, love, politics, bull shit, the things that make us happy, the things that make us sad. I wanna talk about our pasts, our futures, our dreams.

I want his advice. Like I bet he gives the best life advice.

thank you for the ask,

#ask #ask me

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bookscandlesnbts · 5 months

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the day some learn that authentic (key word: authentic!) intimate relationships are not for public consumption will we know peace.

I saw this as a reply under your post. I wonder whether OP meant 'privet relationship'.. you know that same excuse tkkrs used to give because of the same logic. So I guess OP won't be considering/ enjoying new travel series as authentic content as its filmed for public consumption. If they don't agree with any of these.. then it's too much contractions to their own statement lol.

No. What we are not going to do today or ever again on my blog is the “jikookers are using the same excuse as tkks use to say that their relationship is private”.

Let me break down for you why those two things never were and never will be the same comparison.

Taekook were never real. They never showed an ounce of romantic or sexual tension between each other now or in their formative years. Did they have cute skinship? Sure. But that is not sexual tension. As they both grew older, they didn’t even hang out as much and weren’t seen together as much as the friends that they always were. That is the root of the tkk conspiracy of “their relationship is private and not for the cameras” is from. The sudden lack of tkk content. They will adapt their explanation of tkk to fit whatever content or lack of is being fed to them in the moment. When they are seen together, they are brave, out and proud and whatever other crazy shit that they say.

Jikook have sexual tension. They did have obvious crushes on each other in the early years. They do have a lot of sus moments together. They are in a vulnerable time right now where all eyes are watching them (we know this because of the clowns in my ask box constantly trying to pick apart their every move). They know what is at stake for them and how dangerous it can be. And they aren’t even being filmed much together so obviously content wise is lacking. In fact, we haven’t seen much of the members together at all in solo era but we know they see each other. There have been mentionings.

The point is that comparing the “private relationship” narrative between tkk and jkk is comparing apples to oranges. They aren’t the same thing at all. Tkk had nothing to be private about. They were never romantically involved. The same can’t be said for Jikook and that is what everyone hates so much.

I don’t think OP was referring to that though. I think they were more talking about flaunting their relationship on social media. I don’t know a single irl couple that posts all the time on social media and actually has a good relationship just saying 🤭 Relationships are between the people involved. Period. Not for fans. Jikook owe us nothing regarding the nature of their relationship although I’d argue that they have given us a lot.

As for the travel show, it will be authentic. Have y’all seen Jungkook act? He’s terrible. He said it himself. “No thoughts”. Think about it. He has been filmed for 10 years constantly and he still hasn’t figured out how to act 🤣 yeah, it’s going to a glimpse into their banter, friendship, and natural chemistry. Probably a lottttt of footage cuts, but something always gets left in here and there right? 🤣

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 9 months

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HEY HEY, i wanted to send this days ago but i realised i was shadowbanned or something, so i couldn’t send any asks, which kinda makes me late with the “help me” note theory addition but i reallyyy wanted to add this, since i haven’t seen anyone else talk about it yet, at least on this blog

(this is a copy paste from my notes, 3rd may, glad i saved it)

according to the manga panels, your suggestion about “help me” being a cry for help is technically correct, because of the wording. you see, russian verbs can be in plural and are usually used to refer to multiple people/objects. in this case «помогите мне» is plural, which means it doesn’t technically have a specific receiver, and it makes this thing even more questionable (eg. if it was meant just for 1 person, it would be «помоги мне» instead). but it also could be a translation error, since we don’t know whether they used a translator or actually asked a russian-speaking person😭

alr i’m done, i don’t really think it made things clearer but heyy

Lol well I am super late replying, so it's totally cool, and uh... sorry about that. I know absolutely nothing about Russian (I mentioned this before) so this is really helpful!! Thank you! I really think this note raises a lot more questions than it answers. I don't think it was Fyodor who left it at all, seems weird to be Nikolai... Pushkin? New character? Idk. If it has no specific receiver, that implies it isn't meant for any one person in particular and instead is a general cry for help, which to me, implies it's someone who doesn't know who's going to pick up the note. That wouldn't be any of our Meursault girlies...

^There were copies but really, don't worry! I'd rather receive multiples of the same ask so you can be sure they got through! Glad you are no longer shadowbanned... or whatever happened hehe.

Again, sorry for the huge delay on my part!

#thanks for the ask!#i'm really stumped on the note tbh #i never thought it was fyodor and i don't think it is now...#bsd #storyrambles

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dae-daetargaryen · 1 year

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The Fire Within Us -Chapter Eight

A/N: Scene Pic on top :just wanted to let you know ive tried to find the large windows of the Stone Drum Chamber in Dragonstone,where the Painted War Table of Westeros is located.And successfully I did and found it in Episode 7 and merged them with Daemyra in the brothel scene. ( you'll get what I mean when you're done reading it lol)

Warning: smUT

The Princess' eyes fluttered open, sunlight creeping inside the master bedroom of the castle.

She brings herself up and takes a look of the dragon engraving behind the bed; she loves the way it was carved, the castle was really meant for the Iron throne's deserving heir.

"Elinda?" She calls out to her handmaiden, but eventually finds a dress laid out nicely on the other side of the bed. She immediately slips it on, admiring it, and guesses it was specially made for her, made for a Targaryen.

"Elinda, can you help me with the laces? I find it hard to-" She groans dramatically, giving up and fixing her hair, making a simple braid.

After that, she fixes the bed herself and walks away, her eyes squinting to find anyone in the castle.

She looks everywhere before happening to stumble out.

And there, she found him, a meter away, eyes closed, breathing in the pleasant piney scent of Aegon's Garden.

She can almost faint at the sight of him, just standing in the garden path that is surrounded with wild roses.

He is just breathtaking, she can't deny it and butterflies start to form inside of her. She composes herself before calling out to him.

"Good morrow, Uncle."

Yet, Daemon didn't open his eyes, a smile forming on his lips the second he heard her sweet voice.

Rhaenyra manages to walk up to him, holding the dress in place with a hand on her chest, she curses once she trips on a pebble, kicking it away once she's an inch apart from her uncle.

"Ah, my Princess." She couldn't hide her pink cheeks once he settles his gaze to her, lifting her left hand, kissing the inside of her wrist instead of the traditional way men used to do.

This is his way of showing affection.

"Cut that out, someone might see!" She playfully wrenches away from his touch and he chuckles lightly.

She ganders anxiously around the garden and finally sighs in relief, relieved because they are alone.

"I have been calling out to Elinda this morning, but have not seen her, or anyone, I have looked everywhere,"

Once he hears her rambling, he slips away and Rhaenyra follows him.

"You do not need that lot of people when you are with me." He leads her to a wooden pergola and a table is placed in the center, food in all its glory. Her mouth nearly waters when her eyes catch her favorite, honeyed ham.

Then her soul retreats and she faces him again, her hand still clutching the bodice of her dress.

"Look, I appreciate all of this but I need someone to-"

She stops talking when Daemon moves away, and stops behind her, and Rhaenyra shivered when his hands touched the skin of her back as he made quick work of her laces.

Once he is done, he admires his work and places a sweet kiss on the exposed side of her neck, at the same time, loosening her braid.

"You think I cannot expertly tie dress laces?"

They smirk secretly, and she replies in an instant.

"Yes, because I thought you were only good at undressing me." This made him laugh and he kissed her silver hair.

"I bet you loved it when you saw it for the first time,.eh?"

He says, his warm breath hitting the back of her neck, referring to the dress she is wearing.

"Of course, I immediately knew it was from you."

She turns around and fixes her bodice in front of him and gives him a quick twirl while he smiles at her.

"You know, when you requested to come and learn here? It was a great idea."

He laces their fingers as the Princess looks up to him.

"Why do you say so?" She asks him quietly while he gently takes a handful of her bottom.

"Because we do not need to hide in the shadows, just for you to pounce and beg me to kiss you until dawn."

With that, in that very garden of the Conqueror, she finally pounces on him and her lips immediately lands on his.

Their days remained the same,and his belonged to hers.

Not a single person can see or know, and she understood why. Her game of self-discovery should not be witnessed.

And Daemon has brought themselves further deep, deeper than she can imagine.

It is the true meaning of want and he will make her want him and forget that cunt of a knight.

After all, it is that throne he desires.

"I don't understand..." The Queen mumbles under her breath.

"What?"

"Why did you let her go?"

Viserys sets down his goblet, turning to look at her, he hates the way her tone changes.

"I didn't want to fight, Alicent. Rhaenyra is hard to handle, you know that."

No one can tell if she's worried for her or not.

"And with him?" He can almost taste her bitter tone and the hatred she has for him.

"Daemon is impulsive, he only desires and cares for nothing but to piss you off everytime he comes back-"

"Daemon is family, my dear wife."

"What if he tries to corrupt her? Will you stand there and do nothing?" She protests.

He is the so-called Lord of Fleabottom after all.

He knew how much of a spoiled Prince Daemon was in his younger days, yet he was their mother's favorite.

Above all that, he loves him.

"They share the blood of the dragon." He finally answers after a short silence, Alicent isn't having it and storms away.

He'll never believe them, the gossip, the tales, the scandalous connection that everyone suspects between his daughter and his brother. Not until he sees them with his own eyes.

He is going to deny it because he knew it, by the way he looks at her.

He had brought the books he gave her, his brows knitted as he looks for something to read. She had requested it earlier after they dined, and said that she would not take too long to return because she will visit Syrax near the Dragonmont.

It did not take long to find the book he is now reading. He leans on the Painted Table, book in his hands as he reads in advance.

As Daemon was about to lift a page, Rhaenyra emerged before his hooded eyes, donning the sheerest sleeping robe he chose for her to wear days ago.

She walks slowly to him in a slow manner, dramatically shoving off the robe, revealing her complete nakedness to him.

She looks at him innocently, knowing he likes to see her hair free from those irritating braids.

His eyes skimmed from her legs, her waist, her slender arms, her firm breasts, her soft neck and up to her face, taking in every inch of her.

With that, Daemon gave her the softest smile.

"Gevie."

He gestures for her to come closer and she obliges, slightly shivering from the cold breeze coming from the tall windows of the chamber.

She stops shivering once his hands touch her bare waist, the pads of his fingers drawing little circles on her skin while he nuzzles his head on her neck.

Rhaenyra felt like she could fall. She feels his hand on the small of her back and that's all that keeps her standing.

She loves the way he kisses her neck and she lets her head fall back, tugging his short hair as she feels him exhale on it.

She smiles in satisfaction as the butterflies in her belly grow crazy inside of her.

The chamber's iron brazier is barely lit, making the perfect hue and he likes the way it illuminates her face.

His heart flatters all of a sudden when their eyes meet and he could not understand why, but he lets his mind drift and his hands continue to touch her perfect body.

"Turn around."

He murmurs into her ear and Rhaenyra turns around slowly, Daemon's eyes landing on her soft bottom, while he pulls her closer to him as he sits on the table.

His hand grips her waist, and he hoists her up, making her sit on him, her naked bottom touching his lap, her back facing his chest.

"Uncle..." She sighs as Daemon's skilled hands begin to knead her breasts, his nose breathing in the scent of her. She held onto his arm, gripping it as he tweaks her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

"You said you would like to read tonight." His words kiss the side of her neck as he continues to make her nipples hard, making the Princess cling to him harder, her short legs tangling themselves on his.

"I don't want to..I..aaah.." Her voice dies out as he nibbles on her neck.

"You don't want to… what?" He whispers in her ear, enjoying the way she writhes against him.

So messed up by the pleasure he created on her breasts as he keeps kneading them, she didn't even notice his right hand sliding down, in a real slow pace, making sure to caress every inch of her skin, before reaching down to touch her down there.

Her eyes shoot open as his middle finger presses her virgin clit. She could not close her mouth from moaning as he moves his finger in circles and stops as he feels her move, her hips rolling instinctively. She thrusts herself forward, rubbing her cunt on his fingers, her sensitive pearl itching at the lack of attention.

Her hips imitated the rhythm of his fingers, rolling nonstop.

Her eyes flutter close. "I just…I just want you...to touch me..." She pants, rolling her hips harder again, seeking out the high she craves.

Daemon groans at the pleasure she created, and holds her neck.

"Sit still." His voice is low in warning, lips brushing the shell of her ear, his cock pulsating underneath his breeches, while his hand held her in place.

The Princess holds her breath when his fingers finally move, tracing her wet slit, moving up and unexpectedly, a lovely groan comes out from her mouth when his finger moves on her pearly nub.

The sound of her sensitive folds is the only sound that can be heard in this very room, his finger softly flicking her clit, and making her respond to his touch.

He enjoys it more than her, her small whimpers driving him insane.

"Please..." She begs, gripping the sleeve of his shirt, breathing hard as his two fingers move on her clit, drawing circles repeatedly.

She bit back a moan as he teases her, sliding his long fingers up and down making her head spin from the pleasure he built.

That is exactly why he had this castle unoccupied in the first place.

And she loved this erotic idea of his. Despite the consequences, she couldn't help but be consumed by him.

And the moment they touched each other, from the very first night in the throne room, she knew that Daemon would let her take whatever she wanted.

"Kostilus, Kepus..." She whines when he slips his fingers inside her cunt, slick with arousal, glistening under the faint moonlight coming from the windows.

Please,Uncle.

He parts her thighs even more, ignoring her plea, his fingers pushing her to the edge, making her back arch.

Rhaenyra let her head drop back to rest against his shoulder, gripping the table underneath, holding her release as he mercilessly moves his fingers back and forth.

It is impossible for her to hold it back, as he drives her crazy, leaning in to suck on her neck, his knees parting her thighs even more, the Painted Table creaking below them.

He does not care, and continues to rub her glistening pearl with his thumb, and his spare hand goes up to her left breast, kneading and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Yes, like that..." He says, obsesses over the sounds she is making.

"Now, say his name," He gently bit her earlobe, his fingers retreating to rub her swollen clit.

She tries to picture the knight in her head, but all she could ever think about is him, who is touching her right now.

"I...I don't think he could touch me the way you do..."

He can't believe it.

He is silent for a moment, still pleasuring her, as he waits for her to say something.

"He can never have me like this." She manages to say as she falls apart in his arms.

And that is all he needed to hear as he thrusts his fingers inside her again, her tight walls clenching as she writhes against his touch.

He won.

"You are made of fire," He whispers in her ear as he strokes her breast whilst his fingers begin to move faster.

"But when I touch you, you turn to water."

He earns a sweet moan as he fingers her continuously, satisfied at the fact that he made her forget that cunt of a knight.

She is close, he can tell because she is now dripping wet, from his hungry touches.

"Cum, sweetness..." He tells her, pinching her swollen nipple, her breast slightly pink by his kneading.

"Dracarys."

He smiles as he feels her release, his fingers dripping wet while Rhaenyra handles her orgasm, breathing heavily.

He withdraws his fingers from her cunt, and she whimpers at the loss of contact, like it is where they belong.

He kisses the side of her head, stroking her body, handling the aftermath of her release, as he helps her down from his lap.

She wants to drag herself to bed, exhausted, but changes her mind when Daemon gently lays her down on the Painted Table, the wood warm against her skin.

The night is still young.

She blushes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting her sweet juices.

She brought her arms up, circling it around his neck as he climbed up the table and settled between her parted thighs successfully; the table is strong enough to hold the both of them.

"Touch me again, please..." She begs again, and he happily obliges as she holds his head to her chest, his mouth sucking her hard nipples.

"Kepus..." She whimpers once again as his fingers return to rub her swollen clit, still pulsating like the way it did earlier.

Uncle.

He thrusts his fingers into her again, whilst kissing her breasts, nibbling on her soft creamy skin.

"Do not stop..." She whines as she takes in the rapid movement of his fingers.

"Never."

He fingers her drenched cunt as the hearth dies, and that is exactly how he wanted to take her, wrapped in darkness, as she writhes and begs for him to touch her over and over again.

She clings to him, and even if the fire died, the fire within them burned brighter than ever.

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I'm thinking of making the rounds of asking meta authors their thoughts on who/which characters best represent the 7 faced gods. Because my friend and I have vastly different interpretation and we're looking for guidance lol. The mother, father, maiden, crone, etc

Ciao nonny!,

sorry for the delay in replying, this ask has been sitting in my ask box for more than a month, but I was not in the right space of mind to reply to such a very interesting and difficult query.

Let's start by making a sort of mind-map of what each God of the Faith of the Seven represents, so that we know what we are speaking about — this is, usually, my method to write metas and such, so you will be partaking in me study before a meta as I am quite ignorant on the Faith matters in the world of asoiaf — so instead of giving you all the concluded version of my reply let's build it together, because I feel that like when we speak of real religions we have to take into account many things.

So let's go ahead and study a bit of the Faith of the Seven!

THE FAITH OF THE SEVEN (or simply THE FAITH)

So, the Faith of the Seven is actually the Faith of the Andals and thus has reached Westeros during the Andal invasion, so originally the FOT7 (which is how I will be mentioning it from now on) arose in Essos and was brought to the 7K thousands of years before the events of asoiaf where it supplanted the other religions (only the Old Gods in the North and the Drowned God for the Iron Islands of the original religions of the First Men remain during the events of the books, though there are red priests from the east who have been sent to the 7K to convert them, think of Thoros of Myr and Melisandre of Asshai).

Now, unlike how we are used to see it in the show, and how some characters intend it in the books too, the FOT7 doesn't worship seven different gods, instead they worship one single God who has seven faces. In fact it is said that those who follow the New Gods «worship the Seven who are One».

Now, the seven faces of this God represent imo not only the different archetypes, but also the different moments of men and women's lives. Those faces are (as you pointed out in your ask):

The Father who is depicted as a man with a long beard with a stern long face. To the Father is connected justice and protection as it is prayed for people to follow the Father to be just and to be protected.

The Mother who is considered lovely and protective of her children (think of the Hymn of the Mother which Sansa sings to Sandor Clegane to calm his fury). The Mother is the one who gives the gift of life and fertility and she is sought and prayed to, to protect the innocents and those who cannot protect themselves.

The Warrior always depicted with his sword, and who protects the followers of the FOT7. He is the patron of courage. Imagine him as a champion for the Father and the Mother (as well as the other faces of the God).

The Smith is patron of the creational impulse, and is always depicted with his hammer, he is the mender of the broken things and he is prayed for, for his strength.

The Maiden is depicted as youthful and innocent looking as she represents the archetype of youth and purity; in fact she is the patron of all maidens (young or old that they may be) and as she represents the purity of this world she is the one to whom ask for forgiveness when a woman uses her ‘womanly weapons’ to get a man to do her bidding.

The Crone, is depicted exactly as what she sounds like, an old, wise woman who has seen much and thus as the patron of wisdom she is often depicted holding a lamp to light the way. In fact people pray to the Crone to receive wisdom and guidance.

The Stranger, is neither male nor female yet both at the same time (which you'll admit is very intriguing as a concept), thus despite most sources referring to the Stranger as ‘him’ I shall refer to this face of the God as ‘they’ (it feels more fitting doesn't it?). As they are neither male nor female and both, they are neither human and more than human at the same time and an outcast. They have the face of Death and they carry the deceased to the other world. Often outcasts may pray to the Stranger.

Now, seeing all of above, as usually has been pointed out, it'd be way too easy to refer to the Starks as the Seven faces of the God of the Andals, which may be also hinted at during the scene of the arson of the Seven by Melisandre, as in the text is pointed out:

"Their beauty will make them more pleasing to R'hllor," Melisandre said when she told Stannis to pull them down and drag them out the castle gates.

The Maiden lay athwart the Warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The Mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The Father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Davos watched the hand of the Stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal. — Davos I, ACOK

This, easily, can be interpreted as to refer to the Starks, and I agree up to a point. As we have the Maiden embracing the Warrior (which reminds me of Sansa — who easily is the most representative character of the Maiden — and Jon — who at the same time with his whole oath to the NW as the defender of the Realm of Men is clearly the Warrior). Then we have the Mother with flames licking up her face (which reminds me of Catelyn and her marred face, tendrils of flesh hanging from the wounds there, also because Lady Stoneheart returned with the purpose of purging the world of Lannisters and Freys alike to avenge her son, and the idea of the long sword thrust to her heart reminds me of that change from loving mother to avenging mother); and then we have the Father at the bottom (which makes me think in the South) which statue is the first to fall, which obviously Ned whilst the hand of the Stranger is turned to charcoal which reminds me of Arya because she is an acolyte of the Faceless Men, and she was hindered from trying to save Ned (which the focus on the withering hand proffered toward the Father, as the text suggests to me)

The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the Smith with a puff of ash and embers. — Davos I, ACOK

The Smith imo is Robb, as Robb carves a new road for the North and his family. Also, the very idea of them being unrecognizable as Robb with the direwolf' head sewn over his neck seems to hint directly to this possibility.

They were all afire now, Maid and Mother, Warrior and Smith, the Crone with her pearl eyes and the Father with his gilded beard; even the Stranger, carved to look more animal than human. — Davos I, ACOK

I was unsure on who to connect with the Stranger if it fit more Arya or Bran, but then I read ‘The Crone with her pearl eyes’ and was reminded of Bran and his training with the Three Eyed Raven and the fact that Bran is in a way ‘the memory of the world’ which reminds me more of the Crone.

But now, more intriguingly your ask wanted to focus on a single character who depicts ALL THE FACES OF THE SEVEN GODS, which, I believe is even more difficult to pin down.

I am sure there will be several takes on who might be this character, but I think we can rule out several characters easily:

Sansa Stark —› she's quite clearly connected to the Maiden and the Mother for her purity and her being merciful, she will be connected to the Father (as it is not a coincidence that she's the one presiding LF' trial in the show, which I despise for the way it was done) as the Father is called upon to be just as Sansa is hanging on for dear life to Ned's teachings which LF is trying to have her unlearn. She has some hints of the Smith too, as she is forging new alliances but she has little connection imo to the Stranger and the Crone. So I'd rule her out.

Arya Stark —› she's connected to the Warrior, the Smith and the Stranger. But she has little connection to the Maiden and the Mother (though she is learning the difference between vengeance, which a Mother gone astray can represents— see Cat turned Stoneheart— so there's some connection to the Father). She's connected to the Crone too, for the wisdom she is learning from her trials.

Brienne of Tarth —› Brienne is connected both to the Maiden and the Warrior, she's connected to the Smith due to her circumstances as a lady seeking to become a knight and act as such. She's also connected to the Father, for her bravery and courage and capacity to protect the weak and defenseless even against seven men against whom she feels she has no chance. But as she says “no chance and no choice”. Though I'd rule her out as, as of now, there are no connection to the Mother (though we may think there's an hint of it when Brienne saves Podrick even going against her morals and accepting to bring Jaime to Lady Stoneheart) and I don't think she'll have a connection to the Stranger (beyond what Lady Stoneheart presence in her arc) or the Crone.

Catelyn Stark —› obviously has connection to the Mother and the Stranger and a strange mix of both when she's Lady Stoneheart.

Ned Stark and Robb Stark —›are both connected to the Father (as both are seen giving justice and paying the price for it), to the Warrior (fighting wars) and to the Smith (Ned helped unthrone the Targaryens — and hid one in his family which could change the tides of the Realm once again — whilst Robb declared independence from the IT). Both also are connected to the Maiden because of Ned's romantic hues and Robb loosing his whole life and war to honor the duty he had toward a girl he had deflowered.

Robert Baratheon —› clearly is connected to the Warrior and the Smith, though not as much to the Father since he left most of the ruling to Jon Arryn and later to Ned as his Lord Hands.

Daenerys Targaryen —› is very clearly connected to the Mother (see also Mother of Dragons/Mother of monsters) and to the Warrior and the Smith as Daenerys would've liked to fight herself with her men in the taking of Meereen and as it was her strategy which won her the Unsullied and Meereen. The Smith because despite agreeing or not with the changes she makes, she's is carving her own way in the world and changing traditions — being the first ruling khaleesi with her own khalaasar and bringing back the dragons to the world with the blood sacrifices — but she has little connection to the Maiden (and only in her earliest chapters) and none with the Crone and the Stranger. She has some connection to the Father as she is seen in her ruling, though she's more a conqueror than a monarch.

Jon Snow —› «Edd fetch me a block», yep, totally see the Father connection here and to Jon Snow's time as Lord Commander of the NW. He's clearly connected to the Warrior and to the Smith as he is the one making an alliance between wildlings and northmen possible, also he tries to break centuries of tradition of the NW by going to war against the Boltons when he thinks they had Arya, lost her and mistreated her. He dies because of it, and remains warged into Ghost and will return to life, which connects him to the Stranger. He has even some connection to the Maiden, if we think of his romantic character. But he has little connection to the Crone imo, though he has some connection to the Mother as he shows Ygritte mercy and doesn't kill her even when he's told he should execute her.

Tyrion Lannister —› has connection to the Smith, imo, as he forges an unlikely alliance with the Mountain Clans in the Vale and because of his intelligence. He has some connection to the Warrior for his bravery in battle, whilst he has some connection to the Maiden if only because of his arc whilst being married to Sansa. But I can't honestly see any other connection save for the Father during his time as Lord Hand, if only a little.

Jaime Lannister —› he's clearly the Warrior and the Smith, and in part the Maiden. He's also connected to the Mother as he did all he did to protect his family. He may have some connection to the Father at one point, but not now.

Cersei Lannister —› is clearly connected to the Mother and the Maiden as well to the Smith as well as the Warrior. But she isn't connected to the Father due to her being «as dangerous as wildfire» and clearly unable to distinct between wisdom and cowardice and real slights and perceived; which rules her out of any connection to the Crone and the Stranger too.

Elia Martell —› even only mentioned she's clearly connected to both the Mother and the Maiden as well as the Warrior and the Smith, as it's entirely possible that it was solely her doing to ensure that her son could survive thanks to Varys' schemes. She's also connected to the Stranger as her ghost still haunts those who loved her and still move plots, her son possibly is still alive and set on avenging her and his father and his sister. Despite JC attempts Young Griff is more Elia's son than he is Rhaegar and I have every faith the coming books will showcase exactly that. Both of Rhaegar's remaining sons will prove their more their mother's children and the Realm will be better for it, mark my words.

Arianne Martell —› is connected to the Maiden and the Warrior as well as the Smith and the Father (for her role and her entire plot to crown Myrcella). I think she is connected to the Crone because of her trials to gain wisdom (which she is) but not to the Stranger.

Doran Martell and Oberyn Martell —› are clearly connected to the Father and the Warrior, as well, in Oberyn case to the Stranger. But I see no connection to the Maiden or the Smith (as those are depicted in Arianne and the Sand Snakes in the dornish plot)

I think we can assume that most of the key characters can depict more than one archetype of the Seven Gods, and yet I feel like only one actually can be connected to ALL of them and that person is:

BRAN STARK

Bran Stark is connected to the Warrior (for his bravery, because I believe he truly is brave), he is connected to the Father as we can see in several occasions (as he holds Winterfell in Robb's name, as he does when he promises himself that once the Starks are back in Winterfell he will repay any kindness paid to him tenfold), and he is also connected to the Mother (as he protects his people and his brother, whom he considers his responsibility, and also wishing he could turn forever in Summer so that he could smell the girls out and go save his sisters and keep them safe), he is connected to the Maid because of his young age, the purity of his character (even tho he is walking a thinning line as he is trained by the Three Eyed Raven) and possibly because of his peculiar condition as a cripple. He is connected to the Smith because he is paving a new way himself, he is learning ancient skills forgotten and will forge a new way thanks to them (possibly sacrificing his connection to magic — and his ability to ‘fly instead than walking’ — for the better of the Realm) and he is connected to the Stranger through his near-death encounter, his initial wish of being dead instead of crippled for the rest of his life and his whole training with Bloodraven which enables him also to walk in the past in a certain way, which is something I think the Stranger could do, also he holds the power over the life and death of several hundreds of thousands of people due his magic and his choices. He is connected to the Crone because of his natural wisdom as well as the wisdom he is gathering as he trains.

So, yes, I was unsurprised when the show gave us the Bran king of the Six kingdoms, because he is the one that together with the other Starks has been shown to sacrifice pieces of himself for the better of those under his care and indeed Bran conveys in my opinion all the Seven Faces of the God of the Faith.

A couple of honorable mentions:

Shireen Baratheon —› connected to the Maid as well as the Father (Stannis associating her to the Iron throne when he commands his men to fight to put Shireen on the IT as his heir if he were to die before taking the Iron throne), connected to the Smith (because she's the second woman actually officially associated to the Iron throne by its rightful king — and yes, despite not sitting on it, Stannis is the rightful king of the 7K as Robert's heir, even if I hate him; and by what little we've seen of her, I believe she would've been a great queen), she's connected to the Stranger (for her near-death experience when she was just a babe and the fact that people shun her for her scarred face which has made her much more sensible, and her face is half the face of death and madness — for madness is one of the final steps of the malady before it claims one's life one way or the other— and yet Shireen has defied both) and to the Crone as her peculiar situation, only heir to a king, the eternal disappointment of the mother who would've rather a male heir for her husband, a child much wiser beyond what her years should have her.

Rhaegar Targaryen —› connected to the Warrior and the Smith though not in the way he hoped to. He was a great warrior, though he lost the war. He was convinced he was the one spoken about in a prophecy to bring back to the world the Prince that Was Promised and he did indeed forge a new era for the Realm and yet not in the way he had hoped to, he hoped to bring back the three heads of the dragon and create a new order as king, instead his actions caused the rebellion which changed irrevocably the set of the Realm and put into the motion a series of events which have brought us where we are in the books. So though he failed in the way he supposed he was to win, he actually has connection with his stupid actions and death with both the Warrior and the Smith; but not the Father because he failed those in his care as such, and I will never forgive him that. He's connected to the Stranger for the simple reason that in the beginning of the books Tyrion comments on how there are voices of Rhaegar's ghost rising from the dead to take back his Realm.

Lyanna Stark —› connected to the Father (“that's my father's man you're kicking!” cried the she-wolf) through her actions to defend Howland Reed and taking part in the tourney to single-handedly defeat the men who dared disrespect the banner men of her Father; connected to the Mother (Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister's eyes) and we know that she's begging Ned to keep her son safe, knowing what kind of death expected him for the only reason that he breathed and was alive; she's connected to the Warrior as all Stark women are for their bravery and she's connected to the Maiden for her romantic character (The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle) and she's connected to the Stranger because as Cersei put it in the show ‘what harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us?’, which is to say, a great deal, but I digress; because her life and death have forever changed the fate of the 7K.

Young Griff —› my beloved, he is connected to the Father (as we can see in the very moment he shows his capability of judgment when he names the lord commander of his kings guard for his loyalty instead of his youth or skill), to the Warrior (as he fights to take back his realm) and to the Smith as he is trying to forge a new future and take back the Iron throne to rule. He is also connected to the Maiden for his naiveté in some occasions and he is connected to the Stranger because he was assumed dead and he looks like the ghost of his father and he is his mother's heir in all.

What do you think?

As always thank you for your question, and hope you enjoyed the reply, even though I'm not very knowledgeable on the matter of the Faith of the Seven in the books.

As always sending all my love ~G.

PS. I promise the resurrection series will come pretty soon, just wait for me, I am still working on the Lady Stoneheart/Arya Orpheus and Eurydice meta.

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