#so the clash here did not affect their relationship that much

[cienie-isengardu]

Tomas brought that mean talk Bi-Han gave him on himself. Bi-Han only said he's tired of waiting and Tomas went on a speech why that's disrespectful to their dad. Tomas was out of line. Bi-Han should have been even harsher.

Mortal Kombat 1 made it clear that Bi-Han was not at his best mental state. Kuai Liang himself admitted to be aware that his brother’s frustration ran deeply while at the same time apparently neither Scorpion nor Smoke figured out it was their own behavior and treatment of Bi-Han that fueled the frustration in the first place. The one thing the game consequently showed is that whatever Bi-Han will say, be it an opinion about Lin Kuei’s future or just angry complain, all his brothers have to say back to him is father this, tradition that and I think even the most patient person at some point would reach the breaking point. And Bi-Han did reach his, otherwise I doubt he would openly confront Kuai Liang about their father’s death. 

So as much as it is understandable (human) that whenever Tomas or Kuai Liang mentioned father or the tradition Sub-Zero lashed out in frustration, anger alone is a poor excuse for saying mean things - unless in that scene Bi-Han did in fact speak his mind about not considering Smoke to be a true Lin Kuei. Which I doubt is the case, as they were called for the first big job in a while, and looking how

Liu Kang did not recognize Tomas through the whole story mode

Bi-Han had a final say in who is accompanying him, as he rejected aid of Raiden (Fire Lord’s current Champion) and Kung Lao and Liu Kang did not try to impose them on him

I think if Grandmaster truly had an objection to Smoke performing Lin Kuei duty or not deserving being one, he wouldn’t take Tomas on the top priority mission ordered by a very concerned Liu Kang when there were plenty of other more experienced warriors to pick up. Frankly, even if Bi-Han had a doubt about his younger brother’s skills, it wasn’t a baseless assumption, as the infiltration of the enemy's fortress proved Tomas lacks battle experience in that regard. As was seen during his fall after Nitara’s attack - instead of using his powers that literally allowed him to fly, he screamed in panic and using a knife to stop the fall was his second option after instinctively grabbing the wall with his hands failed. Which proves Bi-Han’s point but it didn’t override the decision to include Tomas into Lin Kuei duties. 

But I digress, so let’s come back to the awaiting scene alone. 

Bi-Han: “How long are we expected to linger?" Kuai Liang: “Patience, Bi-Han. There are many demands on Liu Kang's attention." Tomas: "Were he here, Father would advise us to wait without protest."

For one, Tomas did not say anything about Bi-Han being disrespectful to their father nor even to Liu Kang, only that the man would advise them - mind you, them, not Bi-Han alone - to wait as long as needed without a protest. Considering the real possibility that up to his death, their father was the final authority whose words settled any dispute between brothers, Smoke brought an argument to support Kuai Liang’s Patience, Bi-Han. There are many demands on Liu Kang's attention. He simply said what father would do himself in their situation. Something he and Kuai Liang take comfort in, as they held father’s teaching in high regard, while Bi-Han did not recognize the man’s authority any longer - what the younger brothers may know already but still ignore due to their own grief, or Bi-Han up to this moment managed to keep down his frustration under more or less effective control.

This exchange led the discussion away from Liu Kang’s treatment of high-ranked Lin Kuei to the more dangerous subject of father’s teaching and tradition:

Tomas: "Were he here, Father would advise us to wait without protest." Bi-Han: "But now he is gone and I am Grandmaster." Kuai Liang: “His teaching did not pass with him. They should still guide us." Bi-Han: "Guide us, yes. Shackle us, no." Tomas: “We can't abandon tradition." Bi-Han: "Mind your place, Tomas. Father may have taken you in, made you one of us... but your blood will never be Lin Kuei."

For me, Bi-Han’s response was harsher than Tomas’ words deserved, especially as the “your blood will never be Lin Kuei” has nothing to do with the main course of the argument - i.e., following father’s teachings and upholding tradition. If Bi-Han wanted to point out that Tomas is not in position to decide the course of the clan's politics, as it was Grandmaster’s choice alone, he could have said so instead of bringing Tomas’ past. However, at the same time, Sub-Zero’s words could be much harsher and hurtful, for example to deny him the brotherhood or right to consider himself one of Grandmaster's sons. 

The whole bicker was avoidable or at least could be toned down much better if Tomas did not bring their father into discussion. Considering that Kuai Liang was aware his older brother’s patience is a thin ice due to deep frustration, we can assume Tomas knew that too. I feel like if they acknowledged Bi-Han’s complaint or at least allowed him to vent his anger in peace, none of the following arguments would follow. 

I mean, Liu Kang called Grandmaster for top important mission (capturing Shang Tsung and destroying soulstellers), so we can assume Bi-Han and his brothers drop whatever they were doing at that moment and came ASAP only to be forced to wait for unknown to us period of time - that could be a ten minutes or hours, so Bi-Han’s complaint is not baseless. 

At the same time, I feel it is unfair to accuse Tomas of stepping out of line, as that was no formal meeting and he did not undermine the authority of the Grandmaster and older brother before outsiders. The scene was solely about them and their relationship and if Bi-Han felt comfortable to break out of his Grandmaster’s role to vent his frustration to younger brothers when they were all alone, Tomas had the same right to feel comfortable enough to state his opinion in the following discussion. This is them being brothers not the leader and subordinates, the way they were during the war meeting with Liu Kang.

Please, note, Bi-Han  as Grandmaster is singled out and to whom Fire Lord addresses only, while Smoke and Scorpion stood in their place in silence and won’t speak until the meeting is officially over, i.e. after Sub-Zero’s final decision (“We will leave immediately”). If Tomas spoke during that meeting anything contradictoring Sub-Zero’s words, even if his words were correct, then yes, that would be stepping out of line and deserves any lecture the Grandmaster would consider fitting or even dealing with Tomas’ behavior once they returned to home. 

But during the moment between brothers alone from any outsiders? It is different situation, different power balance to begin with (and really, if they didn’t feel comfortable in each company and didn’t consider waiting together as the quiet moment between just them as brothers, outside the clan politics, I doubt Tomas and Kuai Liang would sit while Bi-Han, their leader, was standing).

Did Smoke really need to bring their father into discussion, especially if he knew the late Grandmaster was a sensitive topic around Bi-Han? It could be easier to just avoid that topic however if we can acknowledge Sub-Zero’s frustration as the reason for his harsh behavior and lashing out in anger, I feel we should also acknowledge that Tomas, the same as Kuai Liang, was a son mourning the loss of father. As Smoke and Scorpion had no idea about Bi-Han’s (passive) role in their father’s death, and we don’t have an idea how long time passed since that incident, so there is a chance it was still recent occurrence and the brothers tried - and failed - to find a common ground between Sub-Zero’s ambitions and Smoke & Kuai Liang’s mourning.

Maybe Tomas was so wrapped up in his grief, he didn’t care or didn’t notice he was provoking Bi-Han? Maybe he on purpose kept bringing the late Grandmaster (tradition) into discussion to force his brother to talk about their father, because grieving people sometimes avoid talking about the dead and he did not want repeat what happened to him not speaking about mother and sister, as intro dialogue implied he did not talk about his biological family after their death (Scorpion: You never speak of your mother and sister.)

For me personally, this scene is not about who stepped out the line and who should be lectured, but rather a needed indication from the narration point that the brothers are drifting apart after their father’s death. Both sides have said things that rubbed the other in the wrong way (hearing non stop about father and tradition adds fuel to Bi-Han’s frustration, Tomas’s hearing no matter how hard he will try, he will never be a true Lin Kuei hits into his sense of self-worth), but even the closest siblings sometimes argue and it happened here.

The argument should not even happen in the first place, and maybe would not happen in any normal circumstances  but since Bi-Han and Tomas and Kuai Liang are affected by things outside their control - frustration and mourning respectively - it is understandable the heavy emotions led them to clashed over relatively small things. 

If there is one thing to say for sure, they have some serious communication problems and that is only partially about Bi-Han not saving their father and lying about that. The story mode showed us Bi-Han trying to explain his reasoning - and as much as game keeps his arguments as vague as possible, he still openly states what he wants for Lin Kuei and himself, while his brothers cling to "tradition" and "father said so" but won't present any countrarguments why those things should matters. Which is a major problem, as both sides want different things and can't find a common ground to agree on.

So no, I don't think Tomas was at fault in this scene, at least not in the sense he wanted to hurt Bi-Han by bringing father into discussion, the same as I don't think Bi-Han should be harsher. What they should have done was to talk about the issue in peace and work out the solution, but alas they weren't given a time nor opportunity until it was too late.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #smoke #tomas vrbada #my replies #i feel like this scene and their clash is blown up out of proportion by fandom #either as bi han being bastard just to be bastard or tomas being bastard for talking about father when no one asked him to do so #but we needed this little clash to know things aren't okay between brothers #bi han is frustrated #tomas is a son mourning father #the same as kuai liang for the matter #but whatever they said here did not indicate bi han hated tomas or tomas was afraid or abused #bi han had right to complain #tomas had right to talk about father and looking up to his teaching in stressful situation #still it didn't stop them working well together on mission and bi han showed his worry for the adopted younger brother #so the clash here did not affect their relationship that much #thus wasn't a serious argument to be remembered i guess #and also i know sometimes it is good to avoid subject that may frustrate your companion #but sometimes confrontation is also needed to move on with the problem #i feel like tomas falls into second category here #he wants to acknowledge the elephant in the room #and as kuai liang's bio says he was concerned about bi-han's politics and new path for lin kuei so tomas probably felt the same #even if he went about it clumsily

[akumakosuke]

Satoru Gojo was born a god among mortals.

From the moment he opened his eyes he was automatically better than everyone, worth more than everyone.

Satoru Gojo stands alone atop a pedestal at the pinnacle of Jujutsu Sorcery, forever destined to bask in the glory of being the strongest. No one could ever dream to reach his level, he didn’t dream to reach his level but it was cast on him like a curse.

He is a cursed child indeed.

Exactly a week after the miracle birth of Satoru Gojo another clan also welcomed a miracle birth.

M/n Goto was born a god among mortals.

From the moment he opened his eyes he was automatically better than everyone, worth more than anyone…except…

M/n Goto forced the pedestal to grow.

Satoru Gojo tipped the balance of the scales and M/n Goto totally destroyed the scale.

All curse users went into hiding, curses became almost completely inactive for an entire year following the birth of two gods.

During the first few years of their lives they remained blissfully unaware of how deep their destinies intertwine, how truly connected they are.

The day they met was another day to go down in the history books.

Two lone gods, wandering a world that will forever be beneath them, filled with people who will forever be beneath them.

Their paths cross and in that moment time stands still for the young gods, a feeling they’ve never experienced, a sudden tugging at their souls, telling them to turn around and they do.

Crystal-like icy blue orbs clash with star-like fiery red orbs and in that moment two lonely gods became a little less lonely.

The two grew close much to the dismay of many. They knew of their places in the world and they knew no one else understands but them. No one else understands they’re cursed children.

Days of meeting for play dates turned into weekend sleepovers, weekend sleepovers turned into months of bonding, months slowly turned into years and M/n and Satoru thrived, they grew and changed but their bond only got deeper.

They pushed each other to the limits, forcing the other to evolve and keep up and evolve they did.

By the age of 15 they were both Special Grade sorcerers heading into their first year at Jujutsu tech.

Their relationship has also evolved over the years much like their power.

They’re best friends, sure they’re closer than most best friends. They have regular sleepovers and share the same bed, unable to fall asleep without cuddling and sure they are affectionate in public, always staying glued to the others side, an arm around a shoulder here, hands resting on the others hips there and maybe they have kissed a few times but that’s just them being best friends, totally platonic!

Do they have an unspoken agreement to reject any advances from other people? Yes.

Do they acknowledged the agreement? No, that’s why its unspoken, just like the reason they reject everyone else, an unspoken mutual agreement to be each others and only each others without putting any labels on it, besides its not like there’s anyone else alive that could ever tear them apart, come between them or even stand on the same level as them.

Suguru Geto.

The moment M/n and Satoru met Suguru their pedestal was forced to widen again.

They were confronted by another and they had mixed feelings about sharing.

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Okay so I was thinking of making this into an entire fic but im not sure.

I have a lot of ideas already, especially about the in depth relationship of the three of them and how they would function.

It would focus on M/n, Satoru and Suguru and how their relationship develops throughout the years in Jujutsu Tech and what would happen during the hidden inventory arc with M/n present and how he would affect the story.

There will be smut of course with Domtop Amab M/n and Subbot Satoru and Suguru .

Let me know if I should make a full on fic or just a smut with a bit of plot sprinkled in~!

#akumakosuketoughts #dom male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru x male reader #gojo x male reader #satoru gojo x male reader #geto suguru #suguru x male reader #geto x male reader #suguru geto x male reader #sub jjk

[dragonagitator]

Timeline of major events during Gale Dekarios's lifetime

Here is my attempt to compile a timeline of major events that took place during Gale's lifetime, including his personal history, happenings in his hometown of Waterdeep, and major world events that would have affected him personally or affected everyone in Faerun. I hope this is useful in writing your Gale-centric fanfics!

The time period covered assumes that Gale is 40 years old during the events of BG3 and thus was born in the year 1452 DR. AFAIK there's no canon age given for Gale, but most fanons seem to peg him as being between 35 and 45, so I went with the middle of that range. Please feel free to adjust his estimated age for each event up or down depending on how old you think he is in BG3, e.g., if you think he's 38 then subtract 2 years, if you think he's 42 then add 2 years, etc.

Some of the more interesting implications of this timeline revolve around how much Mystra's powers and presence in the world significantly changed during Gale's lifetime. When Gale was a child or teen and first attracted the attention of Mystra, she was weak, not in contact with her Chosen, and assumed to be dead by most of the world. Gale was ~27 years old and already her lover by the time a "much diminished" Mystra called to Elminster for help, and Gale was ~35 years old when Mystra fully regained her powers as the Goddess of Magic. She seems to have dumped him shortly thereafter.

Detailed timeline and sources under the cut. It's long.

Most of the text that isn't specifically about Gale is copypasted from the Forgotten Realms wiki. See bottom for links. I haven't read all the novels and modules referenced by the wiki for these events yet and thus will likely need to revise this timeline as I work my way through those.

Birth to age ~27: until 1479 DR worldwide: Mystra was generally considered to be "dead"/missing during Gale's childhood and early adulthood because Mystra/Midnight was "murdered" by Cyric in 1385 DR (67 years before Gale was born).

However, Forgotten Realms canon of Mystra's timeline clashes with what Gale tells us about the timeline of his relationship with her:

Gale: "Once upon a time, not quite that long ago, there lived a wizard in a tower. The wizard was what one might call a prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it, much like a musician or a poet. Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady of Mysteries. The goddess Mystra. She revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later, even my lover." PC: "What did Mystra's attention feel like?" Gale: "Love. Perhaps it was not quite love, but you see, the wizard was but a very young man. It was most certainly love to him."

Speaking as a middle-aged person myself, while most 40-year-olds would consider 27 to be "young," the modifier of "very" suggests he that was much younger than 27 when he first became Mystra's lover. I'm older than the oldest estimates for Gale's age and I still wouldn't characterize myself at age 27 as being "but a very young woman." That description seems more fitting for someone in their late teens / early 20s.

Also, if he was "but a very young man" when they became lovers, then that means he was even younger (a child or teenager) when she first revealed herself to him and started teaching him magic.

So Gale's relationship with Mystra must have started during the period that the rest of the world believed she was dead or missing. Mystra did still have some sort of disembodied "presence" during this period, so maybe she was simply not able or interested in speaking to Elminster or her other previously established Chosen. Or perhaps she was fragmented, and Gale's relationship began with one of those fragments? Part of her "presence" ended up possessing a bear, but I'm assuming not the part that Gale was fucking.

Birth to age ~30: until 1482 DR worldwide: Gale was born and grew up during the "Era of Upheaval," which was known for widespread wild magic and dead magic zones, a lot of changes in the pantheon of deities, and a lot of wars and political conflicts amongst mortals.

Age ~16: c. 1468 DR in Waterdeep: "Dagult Neverember, the richest man in the city, became Open Lord."

Age ~27: 1479 DR in Waterdeep: "By this year, the Field Ward had been established, and Skullport was no longer inhabited."

Age ~27: 1479 DR in Waterdeep: "The 8th walking statue, the Griffon, appeared in Waterdeep and to defend Ahghairon's Tower. It eventually settled down near the Peaktop Aerie on Mount Waterdeep and eventually became a landmark of the city."

Age ~27: 1479 DR in western Cormyr [roughly 1050 miles / 1690 km southeast of Waterdeep]: "While recuperating in a cabin in the King's Forest, Elminster felt Mystra's presence calling to him. He found her much diminished, possessing the body of a bear that had guarded a cache of items Mystra's still-mortal form had collected. She asked her most trusted servant to find new candidates to become Chosen and to recruit Cormyr's War Wizards. Only a few weeks later, having been restored to his full powers as a Chosen by absorbing the silver fire of the dying Symrustar Auglamyr and then that of the Simbul and Manshoon, Elminster returned to Mystra (in agony from absorbing too much of it) and returned much of it to the Lady of Mysteries, restoring much of her power and divinity. This event became known as Mystra's Return."

I'm assuming that Elminster's acquaintance with Gale must have begun sometime after this because otherwise you'd think Gale would have mentioned "oh yeah she's not actually dead, we've been banging for a while now."

Mystra reestablishing contact Elminster, regaining some of her power, and the rest of the world learning that she was alive is pretty huge and therefore must have been a significant turning point in her relationship with Gale as well.

I'm also assuming that Gale did not become one of Mystra's official Chosen until after this, since it seems like Mystra's Chosen weren't active while she was laying low and letting the world think she was dead?

Ages ~30 to ~35: 1482 DR to 1487 DR worldwide: "The Second Sundering, also known as the Sundering of Toril and Abeir, was a great catastrophic event in the history of the worlds of Abeir and Toril."

Age ~32: 1484 DR worldwide: "Most of the gods created many Chosen among mortals, trying to gather as much power as possible to be as high in divine ranking as they could before Ao completed the new Tablets of Fate, sealing their status and portfolio. People started to claim they had been 'chosen' by the gods and granted special powers, some apparently for 'divine purposes' while others had no idea why."

It's possible that Gale was recruited to be a Chosen of Mystra by Elminster per Mystra's instructions to Elminster to find candidates, but given that the gods were also choosing people directly during this period and that Mystra had a preexisting relationship with Gale, she may have also Chosen him directly herself. Poor Elminster out there trying to find the best candidates and then Mystra surprises him by adding her boyfriend to the roster. Gale being a nepotism hire despite having otherwise been qualified would be pretty funny.

Age ~34: 1486 DR in Waterdeep: "Neverwinter and Waterdeep began to clear the rubble in their cities that had built up over a century of neglect."

Hey, remember when Gale said that he used to be able to levitate an entire tower back when he was an archmage? Maybe this is when he was doing stuff like that.

Age ~35: 1487 DR worldwide: "Stars reportedly fell from the sky, gods long thought dead walked the land and armies led by Chosen clashed everywhere. Major geological instability resulted in numerous earthquakes and volcanoes, as the worlds of Abeir and Toril were separated once again, and areas once consumed by large chasms were restored to their pre-Spellplague status. Ships arrived on the mainland continent from Evermeet, Halruaa, Lantan, and Nimbral—all realms previously thought lost to Toril."

Age ~35: 1487 DR in Candledeep [roughly 650 miles / 1050 km south of Waterdeep] : "In an attempt to fully restore the goddess Mystra and the Weave, Elminster Aumar began his search for Khelben Arunsun's writings on the Weave, heading towards Candlekeep. Laeral and Alustriel Silverhand had also been hiding within the library: the two sisters' duty was to prepare their own destruction, so that no one could use their power to gain control over the Weave." ... "The energies of the destroyed Wards were absorbed by the Shadow King, who then left for Myth Drannor, followed by the three Chosen of Mystra."

Although Gale was likely a Chosen of Mystra by this point, he wasn't one of the three mentioned here.

Age ~35: 1487 DR in Myth Drannor [roughly 1350 miles / 2170 km east of Waterdeep]: "Meanwhile in Myth Drannor, Larloch, the Netherese, and the Chosen of Mystra (allied with the elves) clashed in a catastrophic battle." ... "As Elminster defeated Tanthul in a mage duel, the Netherese enclave crashed atop Myth Drannor. Elminster himself was saved by Mystra, who gained full control over the Weave once more, stopping Shar from turning it into a new Shadow Weave."

Age ~35: 1487 DR worldwide: "As 1487 DR came to a close, the Second Sundering ended with the full return of Mystra and the Weave, the separation of the worlds Abeir and Toril."

Gale was not a character in the novel about these events so any personal involvement would have been minor, but I'm including them in his timeline because he would have been impacted by the "full return" of Mystra to the world. I imagine he would have experienced many of the same issues that spouses of someone just elected to a high-level office go through.

Gale's lack of personal involvement in Mystra's restoration despite being her Chosen AND her lover is kinda weird, which makes me wonder if things were already starting to sour between them? I really wish that I could lock Ed Greenwood and Jan Van Dosselaer in a room together until they came up with a coherent explanation for what the fuck Gale was up to while all this was going down.

Age ~35 to ~39: 1487 DR to 1491 DR: Sometime during this period must have been when Mystra dumped Gale and he went looking for a lost bit of Weave to win her back but got a Netherese orb lodged in his chest instead.

Mystra was newly back to her full power as the Goddess of Magic and laying down the law, and Gale didn't take that very well:

Gale: "We enjoyed each other's company - body, mind and soul. But even so, I desired more. You see, no matter how powerful a wizard we mortals can become, we never scratch more than the surface of the Weave. Mystra keeps us in check. There are boundaries she doesn't let us cross. Yet every time I was with her, I stood on the precipice, gazing into the wonders that lay beyond. I sought to cross her boundaries." PC: "How exactly did you try to cross those boundaries?" Gale: "I tried to convince her. I pouted, I pleaded, I swore my ambition was only to serve her better. But she only smiled and told me to be contented. As inconceivable as it seems to me now, I shared a bed with a goddess and yet I wasn't satisfied. So I sought to prove myself worthy to her instead."

Gale's description of what happened after she dumped him sounds like it took place over a multi-year period, since I'm assuming that he had to spend some time searching for the "tome of gateways":

Gale: "The goddess spurned the mortal. The veils were drawn once more, and the wizard was left behind heartbroken." ... "Poor wizard. Silly wizard too, for he wouldn't take no for an answer. Like so many of the heartbroken, he did something infinitely foolish. One has to think big if one seeks to win back a goddess. So the wizard thought big." PC: "Define big." Gale: "Here goes: Once upon a time, very long ago, a mighty lord lived in a tower. A flying tower to be precise. I'll save his story for another time, but the gist of it is that he sought to usurp the goddess of magic so that he could become a god himself. He almost managed, but not quite, and his entire empire - Netheril - came crashing down around him as he turned to stone. The magic unleashed that day was phenomenal, roiling like the prime chaos that outdates creation. A fragment of it was caught and sealed away in a book. No ordinary book, mind you: a tome of gateways that contained within it a bubble of Astral Plane. It was a fragment of primal Weave locked out of time - locked away from Mystra herself. 'What if', the silly wizard thought, 'What if after all this time, I could return this lost part of herself to the goddess?'" PC: "What was the answer to his question?" Gale: "The answer was to try, and the outcome was to fail."

Not sure how much Gale was around for the next few events, since he might have been gallivanting around the Astral Plane looking for the tome instead of spending time in Waterdeep. But one assumes he'd notice the physical changes to the city whenever he returned, and that he'd hear about local news from his mother and Tara, so he would certainly be aware that these things happened.

Age ~37: 1489 DR in Waterdeep: "In response to increasing dragon and cultist activity, the Council of Waterdeep was formed, bringing together representatives of realms from all across the Sword Coast. The threat of the Cult of the Dragon was driven home when Masked Lord Arthagast Ulbrinter was assassinated, though it inspired more resolve than fear. In the midst of these events, Open Lord Dagult Neverember was ousted by a vote of the Lords of Waterdeep, replaced by Laeral Silverhand. Although Waterdeep was largely spared due to the dragonward, the Field Ward was still burned to ashes by dragon attacks, displacing huge numbers of people."

Age ~38: 1490 DR in Waterdeep: "The cloud giant castle of Count Nimbolo and Countess Mulara appeared out of clouds and hovered over Waterdeep for a while, triggering mass panic. Heralds sent out by Lady Laeral Silverhand tried to calm citizens and promise that there was no danger. In fact, the giants wanted to research Waterdeep's history and meet its leaders, as they search for traces of the ancient giant realm of Ostoria."

Age ~39: 1491 DR in the Astral Plane (I think?): Gale finds the "tome of gateways" and becomes afflicted with the Netherese orb:

Narrator: "You see through Gale's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened. Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces. It's teeth, it's claws, it's unstoppable as it digs through you and becomes part of you. And gods, is it ever-hungry…"

Age ~39: 1491 DR in Waterdeep: Gale begins a year-long isolation in his tower in Waterdeep and eventually stops communicating with anyone except Tara. Not sure exactly when his isolation began relative to the other events of this year, so he may or may not have been personally affected by or even aware of some of the Waterdeep events below.

Age ~39: 1491 DR in Waterdeep: "The returned Eilistraee appeared under the walls of Waterdeep causing an influx in the amount of her followers in the city. They eventually sought out Remallia Haventree and asked her for a holy forest-glade in the ruins of the Field Ward. By Mirtul, the housing crisis in Waterdeep had worsened as a mysterious sickness killed or drove out all of the inhabitants of Downshadow, the Field Ward remained desolated by dragonfire, and Mistshore was burned down by agents of Masked Lord Braethan Cazondur, rendering all three unofficial wards uninhabitable."

Age ~39: 1491 DR in Waterdeep: "Fear threatened to overtake Waterdeep once again as the cloud giant castle of Burruld hovered over the ocean near the city. After the Blackstaff Vajra Safahr panicked and threatened the giants, Open Lord Laeral Silverhand calmed the situation, negotiated with Burruld, and learned that their purpose was to search for the lost daughter of King Skyvald, Princess Irie."

Age ~39: 1491 DR in Waterdeep: "In mid-Mirtul, numerous Masked Lords and other people were gruesomely assassinated as part of Cazondur's conspiracy to seize control of the city. Open Lord Laeral Silverhand, assisted by Elminster and Mirt, worked to maintain order in the city while investigating the murders. While attempting to apprehend Cazondur, Laeral herself was killed and disintegrated by a surprisingly simple trap involving falling rocks, but recovered with Elminster's assistance. An exceedingly dramatic showdown at the Palace of Waterdeep between Laeral and Cazondur in front of assembled servants, nobles and guildmasters resulted in Cazondur's death at the hands of an unexpected third party, Xanathar agents Belvarra Bowmantle and Suthool. Including Cazondur, a total of thirteen Masked Lords and scores of others were slain, and several more Lords publicly unmasked."

Please note that our best guess for the location of Gale's tower puts it couple blocks away from Mirt's Mansion and Gale has mentioned being a patron of the Yawning Portal Tavern, so it seems likely that Gale and Mirt would have been acquainted. If Gale was already in isolation by the time all this went down, perhaps Elminster and Mirt tried dropping by Gale's tower at some point but were repelled by the wards that Gale had set up to keep everyone away? Gale seemed very certain that no one cared about him enough to check on him but I wonder how much of that was the depression talking.

Age ~39: 1491 DR in Waterdeep: "A delegation from the city of Mirabar disappeared while en route to the city, having been waylaid by cultists of the Elder Elemental Eye."

Age ~40: 1492 DR in Waterdeep: Gale abruptly departs his tower and doesn't tell anyone where he's going per Tara's line in his origin, "You left the tower in such a hurry, and you didn't leave an address."

Age ~40: 1492 DR in Yartar [roughly 310 miles / 500 km north of Waterdeep as the crow flies]: Gale is kidnapped by the nautiloid. As explained in a previous post, I believe that he was headed north to find an unpopulated area to die and explode in.

Sources:

FR wiki: Gale Dekarios

FR wiki: Era of Upheaval

FR wiki: Second Sundering

FR wiki: Mystra

FR wiki: Mystra (Midnight)

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[beom-pyu]

truth or drink! (my ex + my boyfriend): choi beomgyu + kang taehyun

part 2 of the truth or drink series! i'm addicited to writing these omg

other parts: yeonjun "couples edition" soobin "engaged edition" kai "blind date edition"

slightly nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink! y/n’s ex and boyfriend will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

“hi! i’m beomgyu, y/n’s ex.”

“i’m taehyun, y/n’s current partner.”

YOU: why did you agree to come here today?

BG: “you told me there would be free drinks so…”

YOU: “i knew you were gonna say that.”

BG: “also because it sounded interesting! i’ve known both of them for a few years, so i think it’ll be fun.”

YOU: and taehyun?

TH: “i know you’ve changed a lot since you were with beomgyu and i’m curious to see how things worked between you guys so i know what not to do.”

BG: “was that shade?”

YOU: “i’m pretty sure that was shade.”

taehyun just smiles and leans back in his seat.

how long have you dated, or have been dating y/n?

BG: “close to two years.”

TH: “five months.”

what’s the relationship between you guys?

TH: “i think we’re pretty civil? not as close as we used to be, but that happened kind of naturally.”

BG: “yeah, we hung out every now and then before i moved to a different city. i’d definitely say we’re friends, right?”

TH: “almost-friends.”

BG: “i’ll take it.”

shall we start?

BG: “wait, i’m gonna need a shot to get through this.”

TH: “cheers.”

taehyun pulls a card and immediately flips it back over.

BG: “you have to read it!”

TH: “anything but this one, god.”

BG: “you have to take five shots if you don’t read it.”

taehyun squints, but gives in anyways.

TAEHYUN: what would it take to have a threesome with us?

BG: “maybe like $15 and a big mac combo?”

YOU: “how do you feel about that, taehyun?”

TH: “immediately no.”

BG: have you ever been jealous of me?

TH: “i’ll be honest. i used to be a little jealous.”

BG: “of me? i’m surprised.”

TH: “you guys were still close after your break up, so it felt a little weird when we started dating.”

YOU: “this is news to me too.”

TH: “it was more so my own insecurities rather than jealousy, really.”

BG: “no, i’m gonna hold on to this forever. the kang taehyun was jealous of me!”

TH: “okay, moving on.”

TH: what’s something you taught them in bed that i’m benefitting from?

BG: “oh! i definitely taught them how to deep throat. it was rough in the beginning.”

YOU: “i’m still embarrassed.”

TH: “don’t worry baby, you’re doing great.”

BG: “yea, thanks to me!”

BG: why do you think i wasn’t a good match for my ex?

TH: “you guys are polar opposites. your personalities clash too much.”

BG: “yeah, i’d agree with that."

TH: "also you're too soft."

BG: "i'm not soft!"

YOU: "you're a little soft."

BG: "are you guys like teaming up on me or something?"

taehyun shrugs and you giggle under your breath.

TH: why do you think your ex likes me?

BG: “you got your shit together, man. like, you have the soul of a 45-year-old, i’m not joking.”

TH: “i’m gonna take that as a compliment...?"

BG: "whatever makes you happy."

BG: how have i affected your partner’s life, for better or for worse?

TH: “hm... i feel like you taught them a lot of life lessons. you guys dated when you were, what.. 19, 20?”

BG: “yeah, we were both really young, so i think we learned a lot from each other.”

you nod at the camera with a little smile and a thumbs up.

TH: did you ever hook up with my partner after we started dating?

BG: “nope. i don’t do shit like that.”

YOU: “yup. i’m completely satisfied with taehyun in bed.”

BG: “swiftly moving on!”

BG: have you two come close to breaking up? if so, what happened?

TH: “pass me the bottle.”

YOU: “no, no, go ahead. answer the question.”

TH: “okay, we broke up after the first two weeks, but we got back together the next day.”

BG: “i need the details, you can’t just leave it at that.”

TH: “i wanted to focus on grad school and i thought i couldn’t make time for a relationship, but i realized i couldn’t lose y/n, so we worked things out.”

BG: "okay romeo and juliet."

YOU: "that's not even how the story goes."

BG: "it's up for interpretation."

TH: is there any part of you that’s not over the breakup? any regrets?

BG: “our friendship definitely took a hit after breaking up and i really regret losing them as an important person in my life. i think i was very immature and didn’t really know exactly what i wanted at the time, so i took my emotions out on them. i was trying to pursue a relationship while still trying to figure myself out.”

YOU: “i think i was the same way. you were my first serious relationship, so it was pretty rocky and i definitely have a lot of regrets, but we both grew from it.”

BG: has my ex ever talked about our sex life with you. if so, what did they say about me?

taehyun swiftly fills up his shot glass.

BG: “what did you say?!”

YOU: “too much, apparently.”

taehyun nods in agreement before downing the shot.

TH: on a scale of one to ten, how good was the sex?

BG: “uhhh…”

beomgyu reaches for the bottle.

YOU: “i didn’t think it was that bad, oh my god.”

TH: “well, i can say you’ve definitely improved, then.”

BG: “i’m taking another shot.”

BG: who’s hotter, you or me?

TH: “you.”

BG: “i was gonna say you’re hotter!”

TH: “well, let’s ask the audience.”

they both turn towards you with expectant looks.

...

YOU: “am i allowed to take a shot too?”

TH: do you think i’m a good match for my partner, and can you ever see us in a long-term relationship?

BG: “you guys are probably one of the healthiest couples i know. it’s actually kind of freaky how well you guys go together.”

you can’t help the little smile that forms on your

face. 

BG: “you definitely show y/n how much they deserve to be loved and i can see that you are both really happy. tae-y/n for life!”

TH: “that was actually kind of sweet. i wasn’t expecting this.”

BG: “i can be a cutie pie when i want to be.”

TH: “okay, that’s enough of that.”

how were the questions?

BG: "honestly a little awkward, but they weren't as bad as i thought they were gonna be."

taehyun silently nods in agreement.

do you think you're officially friends after this?

TH: "not really—"

BG: "yes—wow..."

TH: "we're cool, though."

BG: "hey, no hard feelings. wait, producer, can i take this bottle home? really? thank you!"

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[mintaikcorpse]

I was reading fanfiction and looking at fanart again, and while I find grumpy lover Blitzø funny, I don't think he's a grumpy lover. Have you seen the way he treats people he cares about?

My guy is literally ALWAYS doting on Loona. Constantly giving her affection, constantly giving her gifts, stopping whatever he's doing to go and help her, constantly protecting her, need I go on? Shes literally the only one he actually isn't a jackass to. Like, she can be completely awful, and here he is, defending her no matter what.

With Barbie Wire, while he did sabotage her job, he never once went out of his way to be mean to her, just insulting the people she works with and only getting mad at her because she didn't tell him he was out of rehab. And from what we can see, his is very clingy to her, to the point where it was annoying.

He was a dick to Fizzarolli, but that was before they knew what was going on and when they made up, he's affectionately mean to him and is determined FLABBERGASTED at the way Mammon spoke to Fizz. Like, bro had to take off his glasses to hear that shit.

Honestly, he's a dick to Moxxie, but paying closer attention stuff you can also see that he's still incredibly clingy to him and cares about him a lot, even if he finds him annoying (but also wants to sleep with him and Millie, and literally stalking.???? Yeah, ik it's cuz he wants what they have, but hope the show addresses that instead of it just being used as a joke). I think Moxxie is one of the reasons the fandom believes that he'd be a grumpy lover, but I think it's more about their personality clashes. Blitzø is a Chaotic shit-talking jackass who has crazy ideas for shit, while Moxxie is more reasonable, nervous, and down to earth, which Blitzø believes to be annoying.

For Millie, well, we don't see them have one-on-one interactions much (plz give Millie more attention she's literally so wonderful) but from what we can see, he thinks very positively of Milie and their on great terms, with both of them giving each other nicknames and them enabling each others chaotic behavior. The only downsides that I can see their friendship having is the fact that Blitzø literally stocks her and Moxxie and sexually fantasizes about her, despite Moxxie and Millie being married. Also, Millie referring to Loona as "her bosses hellhound" and treating Loona like a dog, but in the show, Blitzø has only seen her do that once and corrected her once, so I don't think he knows much about that.

This has turned into me analyzing Blitzø's close friendships, and sorry for getting off topic, but talking about how Blitzø would be annoyingly affectionate with Stolas again! From all this, I imagine that if Blitzø and Stolas ever did get into a relationship and get past all their bullshit and trauma, Blitzø would literally just be like, "Oh my Satan, haiiiii😍😍😍😍😍😍😊😊😊😊😊😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ how's my favorite prince doing 😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚I got you flowers and mice because ily so much❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️. Remeber to take care of yourself and take your meds 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺I love you🥰🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

#im making a joke but still #i can imagine him texting lile this but with 10x worse spelling #stolitz #blitzo #blitzø #blitz #blitzo helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #blitzø helluva boss #helluva boss blitzø #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #loona #barbie wire #millie #moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss moxxie #fizzarolli #stolas #stolas goetia #helluva boss #helluva boss notes

[byunejoo]

four seventeen p.m 𐦍

pairing asakura jo x fem reader

content est relationship, virgin!jo, inexperienced boyf!jo, big dick!jo, he’s kinda massive, oral (m rec), handjobs, fingering (f rec), finger sucking, kind of dom!reader but not really, virginity loss, protected and mentioned unprotected sex, condom breaking, he’s embarrassed, he lowkey has a praise kink, potential size kink, mentioned pulling out (but only barely)

word count 3.8k

notes not a request! (where are the jo requests </3) lol i told myself when i was writing this that it wouldn’t be long bc i wasn’t attracted to jo like that…..brain said “u wanna bet dani?” also this is not proofread and the ending was rushed so don’t mind any mistakes please

To say that Jo was nervous would be a major understatement.

You’d been dating Jo for a few months now and it was nothing short of wonderful. It seemed that the two of you operated on the same wavelength; you both shared the same hobbies, opinions, interests, and even your differences didn’t clash, but instead balanced each other out. It almost felt like you were made for one another.

On the other hand, though, he felt very nervous for the next step in your relationship. So far, all you have done was minimal affection—a kiss here and there, hugging and some slightly-stiff cuddling. But he’d noticed lately how much more clingy you were, how your touches lingered, kisses were longer, and your eyes wandered. He wasn’t dumb. He knew what you were thinking about.

But the issue comes when it actually gets down to it.

It’s not that Jo is a virgin by choice. Well—his own choice. There were times where he brushed off his nerves with others he was interested in, but once they had gotten his pants down, all plans fell through. In short, Jo’s dick is big. Much bigger than most people know how to handle. And instead of making him cocky and confident about his size, it did the complete opposite. He felt almost ashamed.

So, when you took initiative one afternoon, kissing him a little harder and longer than you usually do, he got nervous. He tried to keep up with kissing you back, but all he could focus on was your hand that dropped past his shoulder, sneaking further and further down his front. When he felt your fingertips brush past his belly button, he gasped and pulled back from the kiss. You, shocked from the abrupt action, pulled your hand away quickly and stared at him with wide eyes. Have you done something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“I’m sorry—,” you both started. The two of you gestured to one another to continue, awkwardly laughing.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shared a laugh about speaking again at the same time, but a blanket of seriousness covered the two of you after that. It was quiet and a little awkward. Neither of you wanted to be the one to break the silence after that. You watched as Jo avoided your gaze and fidgeted with his fingers. Those fingers that you often find yourself staring at as of late. Just thinking, wondering, imagining how they would feel—. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little nervous to…do anything.”

You regained your focus, letting your eyes snap back up to look at his face. His cheeks were tinted a slightly pink shade, his ears red, and although he was trying to look at you, he couldn’t stop his shifty eyes. “We don’t have to do anything, JoJo, that’s okay.”

“I want to!” If you hadn’t been staring at him so intently, you would’ve been startled by his sudden burst. “Sorry…. I-I want…to do stuff. I’m just nervous.”

Reaching a comforting hand out, you patted him on the shoulder. “Why’s that, babe? What makes you so nervous?”

Jo finally made eye contact with you. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid your gaze yet again. He’s not sure if he could tell you while you’re looking at him like that. He doesn’t want to see the look of disappointment when he tells you “I’m a virgin.”

You snort a little, breathing out a sigh of relief. Scooting closer to him, you pressed right up against him to lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank god. I thought it was something I had done. You know I don’t care if you’re a virgin or not. We can do whatever you want, and not do whatever you don’t.”

He couldn’t deny how he hardened in his pants, thinking about finally having that moment, and with you of all people, being someone he cares about deeply. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the bulge in his pants, but kept your eyes trained on his face as you reached for it. You were searching for any sign of hesitation, any sign he wants you to stop. But there wasn’t one.

And when you finally placed your hand over it, Jo felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but that didn’t matter. In just a matter of time, with the way your hand was now working over his pants, he would be.

“Is this okay?” You could feel the way his thighs tense beside your hand. He was still avoiding your gaze, but you could see that he was looking at where you touch him. He nods. “I want to hear you say it.”

“It-It’s o-kay.” His voice was a little shaky, but it gave you all the confirmation you needed.

You leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss on the underside of his jaw. Adding a little more pressure, you cupped your hand more firmly around him, squeezing occasionally. His cock hardened, becoming more solid in your grasp. He gasped, taking shallow breaths as you kissed along his jaw and neck while you moved your hand. “Can I take your pants off?”

Your fingers slipped under his waistband when he said yes, hooking around his pants and underwear, pulling them both down to his thigh. His—now fully hard—cock sprung up, hitting against his stomach with a soft thud. Heat rushed from his chest all the way up to his forehead, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. He groaned, reaching for his half-discarded pants. But you pushed his hands away and pinned his wrists to his side. He stares at you with wide eyes, waiting for your next move. Were you going to laugh at him? Humiliate him and tell him he was too big to do anything with, like everyone else?

No, you didn’t do any of that. “Is this what you were worried about, puppy?” He almost sighed at the petname. “Were you worried that your big dick would scare me away?” He nodded. You couldn’t help but let out another laugh. Not because you were laughing at him, nor making fun of him, but you can’t believe that all this time it was only because of something he has no control over.

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

You coo. “I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s cute that you were worried about this. But I promise it doesn’t scare me. Actually, it’s kind of arousing.” As you spoke, you smoothed over the skin of his thighs, hoping to make him less tense. “I’ll only do what you allow me to do. Can I touch you?”

“Yes. I want you to touch me, please.”

As you move to straddle his legs, Jo feels the bed shift under the movement of your knees, much like the way his stomach turns and dips at the realization that it’s happening. You are about to touch him, you’re going to make him cum, being the first person other than himself to do so. Your steady hands reach out, and after what feels like centuries, you finally wrap them around his cock. Two of your hands don’t even cover him completely from base to the tip. You give him a few experimental, dry pumps first before removing one hand. Spitting into the palm of it, you then used it to lubricate the glide of your hands on his length.

It felt much different having your hands on him versus his own. Your touch, although firm, was a lot softer. Gentler. You moved your hands a lot more slowly, familiarizing yourself with the heavy feeling of him in your hands. Feeling every inch of him, every little vein, and embedding that feeling into your mind. Your thumb swipes over his tip, dragging little beads of precum down, making every tug and twist of your hands on his cock even wetter and more slick. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and let out low moans. He could barely register when you asked if you could use your mouth, which he agreed to, of course.

The contact from your tongue had his eyes shooting open, feeling like all the air was knocked out of his lungs. He managed to let his eyes wander down, and he was met by the sight of you already looking at him, kitten licking over his tip while stroking him. Then, while he kept eye contact with you, you wrapped your lips around him. Only the tip at first. Gently suckling, hollowing your cheeks, then pulling off. After a few moments, you began to take more of him into your mouth. Just a couple of inches, little by little, until you felt you couldn’t take any more. You used one hand to follow behind your mouth so not one inch of his cock went untouched as you moved your head, bobbing up and down, back and forth. Jo could only grip the sheets beside his legs tightly, moaning and sighing. It was a feeling he’d never felt before. One that he could only think about in his dirty fantasies. The idea of someone being brave enough to pleasure him and his big dick was something he thought was too far-fetched, something he thought he’d never experience in his entire life. But here you are, sucking him off and giving him pleasure he could only dream of.

Before he realizes it, a tight feeling spreads from his flexed abdomen down to his toes, where he curls them while trying to fend off his pending orgasm. He knows he can’t hold off much longer, but he selfishly wants to have your mouth around him as long as he can have it. “Ah, I-I’m gonna c-um…” His words were broken from the sounds he’d been making previously. You didn’t stop nor slow down, and instead attempted to take just a little more between your lips. One hand moved to shuffle his shirt out of the way, the other holding his length steady as you moved your focus to rolling your tongue over and suckling what you have stuffed in your mouth. His thighs tensed and shook lightly as you pushed him right over the edge, humming around him. Your tongue laps up every drop he spills, causing broken moans to rumble from his chest straight to your core. You’d pretty much tuned out your own reactions, focusing on pleasuring him for the first time, but you can’t deny how badly it had affected you.

Once you’d swallowed every drop you could, and he was twitching from overstimulation, you climbed off of Jo’s legs and sat by his side. “Was that okay?” You pressed your thighs together looking at him. His chest was heaving up and down with the deep breaths he was taking to regulate his breathing, his hair was slightly tousled from your previous kiss, and the slight sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks looked all too good to you. Not to mention the faintest of red marks on his neck from where you’d attached your lips earlier and the way his eyes are squeezed shut. He nodded, not confident in his voice yet. Yes, it was good, he wanted to tell you. Better than I could’ve imagined.

A heavy, but comfortable, silence fell upon the both of you as you allowed Jo to catch his breath. However, you couldn't deny that his labored breathing next to you, and the desire bubbling up and finally coming to a head once you’d finally seen what you’d been longing for didn’t make you want more. But you promised, you’d only do what Jo wanted. You’d go at his pace. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, though, would it?

“Do you want to go…further?” Yet again, his breath caught in his throat at your bold question. “It’s okay if not.”

He nods, seemingly the only reaction he can manage at this point. And with a few more questions, answered with a shake or a nod of his head, you had switched positions. Now you were laying in the spot he previously had been, knees bent and pressed together as Jo sits on his heels, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted him to do. He’d never gotten this far with anyone else, either.

“Take off my shorts. Just the shorts.” You stared at him, watching him nervously lick his lips. His plump lips that you can’t wait to feel all over you—but that’s for next time. This time, you wanted the focus to be less about you, despite how his full attention was on you now. This was his first time, and you want the experience to be all about him. But you aren’t sure if you could take him without some sort of preparation first. So you watch as his trembling fingers hook around the waistband of your flimsy shorts, gently tugging them off of your skin. You lift your hips so he could pull them off easier. Then, you moved your feet once the fabric pooled around your ankles, watching as he dropped them to the side. He struggled to keep his eyes at an appropriate level, totally unsure of where he’s allowed to look. “Look at me, babe. I want you to take my panties off, and I want you to see how wet I am for you.”

Jo feels like he’s going to explode with the words you’re saying. You’re wet? For him? These words are so simple yet so new and vulgar to him, but he thinks he likes them. He wants to hear more. So he hooks his fingers around the fabric of your underwear, much like he had done with your shorts before, only this time more confidently. However, he wasn’t ready for the sight in front of him when he’d pulled them off. Naturally, his eyes followed an imaginary line from your ankles all the way down your legs, where he saw what he thinks is one of his new favorite sights. You’d spread your thighs as he slipped your panties off of your legs, and he had a clear view of your gorgeous pussy. It was so pretty, and you hadn’t lied when you said you were wet. He couldn’t help but admire how some of your arousal had leaked into the seat of your underwear, spreading across your folds that glisten now that he’d removed the clothing.

“Give me your hand.” You reached out for him, and without much thought, he placed his large hand in your own. One by one, you curled his fingers down until he had just his pointer finger standing. Then, you guided his hand between your legs. You helped him slide his finger through your slick arousal, wetting his finger and dragging it back up to your clit. “You feel that? All for you.” After that, you let go of his wrist and let him feel for himself.

He timidly ran his finger through your slit like you’d done, then stopped at your entrance. His fingertip breached the opening, being met with little resistance. Inch by inch, little by little, he pushes his finger into you slowly. Pulling it out, pushing back in, he sets an inexperienced, slow pace. Jo was fascinated with watching his finger disappear inside you. “More. Another one, please.” You breathed out. He hadn’t even noticed any of the sounds you were making before. But he obliged and added a second finger beside his first one. The feeling was new to him, having you squeeze around his fingers each time he thrust them in. And every moan and shaky breath you let out was something he could get used to. “Oh, Jo, your fingers are so good. Doing so well.” Every praise sent a shock through his body, and in turn caused him to fuck his fingers into you just a little faster. Twisting his wrist, curling his fingertips—anything to get you to make those noises again.

Suddenly, your hand shoots down to grasp at his wrist. He freezes in shock, halting all movement. “Mm, don’t stop, please. Almost there.” With barely enough time to register the words that slipped past your lips, Jo watches as you begin to grind yourself on his fingers. Whines, whimpers, gasps, all noises floating through the air make him twitch, already getting hard again. You’re fully fucking yourself on his fingers now, taking charge and pushing yourself closer to orgasm. And when your thighs start to tremble and your hips jerk, Jo finally snaps out of his trance and begins to move his fingers. He curls them and drags them against your walls, feeling you clench down on them. His thumb brushes against the spot you showed him earlier, your clit, and starts rubbing gentle circles on it. Your hips jerked, stomach caving in with the pleasure. A few swears mixed with broken moans ripped through your throat at the added sensation, riding out your high until you lightly twitched with overwhelming sensitivity.

He pulled his fingers out of you, covered and soaked by your slick release. Staring, he’s a little uncertain of what to do now; does he wipe them off? What is he supposed to do now that they’re sticky and covered in you? Luckily, he didn’t have to think much before you sat up on weak arms to take his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swipes up, down, and between his two fingers, licking him clean of any trace of arousal left behind. His mouth drops open in shock watching you, eyes following your every move closely. You hum around his fingers and pull off with a lewd pop sound. He couldn’t deny that he was hard again, mind racing with thoughts as you stare at him with eyes clouded by lust.

“Can-Can we…keep going?” He’s the one to ask this time. It was obvious that he was nervous from the shakiness in his voice, but you confidently nodded.

You rolled over to your side, stretching to reach your bedside table and pulling open the drawer on it. Reaching in, you fished around before pulling your hand back out with a shiny foil packet. “Have you ever put a condom on before?” He shook his head no and you beckoned him closer. Sitting up, you watch as he awkwardly shuffles his way to you, hard cock pathetically bobbing with each movement. “Watch me do it.”

With a firm grip, you held the base of his cock steady. You pinched the very end of the condom with one hand, and slowly started to roll it down his length with the other. It was a bit hard to do, but you managed to completely unroll it. The entire time, Jo’s eyes were trained on the work your hands were doing, trying to etch it into his memory for later use.

“It’s a bit tight.” He almost chokes on air at your words. “The condom, I mean. Does it feel alright? It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Jo looks at where you’re staring, and he sees the condom stretched tightly around his girth. He shakes his head no again, and you lay back, allowing him to continue.

He shuffles between your spread legs and tries to line himself up. When you realize that he’s just a little bit too shaky, you grab his wrist. “Jo. Are you sure you want to do this? You seem really nervous.”

He nods. You shake your head, urging him to use his words. “I’m…okay. I want to…do this. Please.”

“Okay. Okay. Take your time, babe.” You leaned back, relaxed. “There’s no rush.”

To Jo, it felt like an eternity before he was able to calm down enough to do anything. He was nervous, and excited. It was finally happening; he’d finally lose his virginity if he could just—. He presses his tip into you. The stretch was a lot, almost too much, but your slick wetness and the extra lubrication on the condom made the glide easier. Coupled with the fact that Jo was taking his time — he was pressing into you so slowly that if you couldn’t feel how he was stretching you out, you wouldn’t believe he was moving at all.

Jo braced himself on his hands beside your body. He slowly pushed his length into you until you couldn’t take any more. The two of you let out shaky breaths in unison, adjusting to the feeling. Of you being so full and of him being squeezed so tightly.

It was unlike any time he touched himself. For a while, he’d wrap his large fist around his equally long and thick cock, dreaming about this moment. He knew it would feel different. He just didn’t know it would feel this different. Having your gummy walls stretched and squeezing so tightly around him had his head spinning, and before he knew it, he was absentmindedly rutting his hips into you, trying to pathetically bury himself deeper inside you.

You gasped, grasping his shoulders, lightly digging your fingernails in. “Oh, Jo.” Small moans floated through the room. “You’re doing so good.”

He sits up on his knees to better drive his hips into yours, slightly jolting your body with every thrust. He, too, was letting out small noises of pleasure, trying to focus on what he was doing so it was pleasurable for both of you. But all of a sudden, he stops.

It took everything in you to not whine. Instead, you kept your composure. Maybe he didn’t want to continue anymore? This is a lot to take in, going from completely inexperienced to having your first everything in one night. You glided your hands down from his shoulders to his bicep, all the way down to his wrists to squeeze comfortingly. “Are you okay, Jo?”

He nods, shakes his head, then nods again. “I-Um. I’m…fine. It’s just,” you gently encourage him to speak. “I think…I think it broke.”

“The condom?” He nods. “Pull out. Pull out and let me see.” It took some urging, but he did eventually, hesitantly, pull out. And he was right — the condom had split and now had to be discarded. Jo had a pout on his face as he watched you gently pull off the ripped condom and toss it aside. He was fully prepared for you to tell him you can’t continue, and he accepted that. But you didn’t.

He lets out a confused noise. “We can keep going if you want.” You repeat. “Just let me know when you’re going to finish so you can pull out, okay?”

The feeling of being inside you without that extra barrier is so mind numbing that he almost doesn’t pull out. Almost.

#&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&audition smut #&audition hard hours #&audition hard thoughts #asakura jo smut #jo smut #&team jo smut

[ladystoneboobs]

when it comes to the theon/starks pov trap, so many fans just assume jon's and bran's dislike of theon must be only bc they're just smarter, better judges of character than dumbly friendly robb, even somewhow foretelling theon's later actions at wf in clash. all of them missing that the explanation for why theon was closest to robb is clearly stated in his own first pov, after we've gotten to know jon and bran.

As for their[Ned/Catelyn's] children, the younger ones had been mewling babes for most of his years at Winterfell. Only Robb and his baseborn half brother Jon Snow had been old enough to be worth his notice. -Theon I, aCoK

when you've been sent to live with an unknown family in a strange land and the only boys in that family are ~5 years younger than you, it's natural you're going to learn to ignore that age difference to socialize with the only peers available. but that doesn't mean doing the same with little babies born after your arrival with 10+yr age gaps, that's an age difference too far. jon and robb have to care for all the starklings younger than them, that's their family, but theon was never a member of that family. it's only natural to only want to hang out with your friend and not adopt their hangers-on younger siblings as yours too. idt bran or rickon can be blamed for only robb ever being brotherly toward theon (as he once retorted to maester luwin while hunting for them in the wolfswood), they're little kids, but the point is everyone was reacting in regular kid patterns. bran had no reason to warm up much to an older boy who stole robb's attention from him while having no time for bran in return. (or at least that's how he'd see it.) the notion that bran was rejecting theon from a place of moral superiority implies there was something more there to be rejected. but i think it's more likely that, had it not been for the natural results of a ~12yr age gap, if bran had been a little older or theon had been a little more willing to befriend little kids, then imo bran would have been eager to join the club with all the older boys and truly feel like "a man grown". imho, a closer reading of agot would show that this explanation was also right there in starkling pov all along.

He[Jon Snow] missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. -Jon III, aGoT Even when he was home at Winterfell, Robb the Lord seemed to have more time for Hallis Mollen and Theon Greyjoy than he ever did for his brothers. -Bran IV, aGoT

as for theon/jon ...

The bastard was a sullen boy, quick to sense a slight, jealous of Theon's high birth and Robb's regard for him. -Theon I, aCoK

i think that jealousy for robb's regard must have been mutual, and yet we know who'd win that contest as idt robb would ever yell at jon for saving bran's life. jon had reason to envy theon's station when he was sidelined on special occassions, the same as theon envied jon's relationships with non-catelyn winterfellians. (ie, "Even the bastard Jon Snow had been accorded more honor than he had." theon had a father who was likely a miser with affection even before his wars and here's ned stark and a good part of his household treating even a bastard better than balon greyjoy treated his youngest child, almost as good as the stark heir and more welcome than the ironborn heir who should be robb's equal.) wf castle may have been huge but still not big enough for two liminal quasi-outsiders/not-quite-starks in the same official household with only so much respect, regard, and honor to go around.

there's also just a bit of a personality clash from jon's side of things. idt theon ever really knowingly or intentionally hurt jon, much less bullied him. but look at the rest of his behavior in that first theon pov chapter, casually seducing the captain's daughter and quipping about getting her pregnant, with no thought of ever seeing her again, making it unlikely he'd acknowledge, much less care for, this hypothetical greyjoy bastard. imagine how this attitude comes off to a proudly voluntary celibate teen who at least once declared he would never father a bastard. theon doesn't understand jon's baggage anymore than jon understands why theon, living under an implied threat of possible execution, might make light of beheadings. (some of their reasons for sullenness were similar but others were different enough to ensure that the wf household wasn't big enough for the both of them rather than them finding common ground.) to jon, it's all one and the same, part of theon being a selfish ass. but jon is also the same guy who later kept loving ygritte after she murdered an old man right in front of him, so it's not impossible that he could have befriended theon if they'd met later under different circumstances.

the real difference wrt the wf boys and theon is that robb was just the right mix of naturally friendly extrovert, close enough in age, and without too much baggage of his own to be theon's closest friend.

but we can also see that dislike of theon =/= distrust of theon. bran, as a little kid, is bewildered by theon's invasion of wf, not really getting what it meant that he was always ned's hostage as well as ward. jon may understand more of the background there and reiterated to himself that he never liked theon when hearing of the sack of wf, but he was still confused by the details of what he learned, thinking theon would never do that. and he was right about theon then! the boys theon killed were not bran and rickon, and it's true he would never burn and sack wf, that part was entirely ramsay. theon would emphatically never sack and burn his great war prize, which meant so much more bc he grew up there. that's so true, jon! so, far from sensing a deeper depravity in theon or always seeing him as an enemy, (which rather goes againt the false impression that theon was practically an adopted stark with reason to be equally brotherly to all ned's kids) when jon is objectively right about theon, it's actually in a positive sense, just that he was a skilled archer who wouldn't murder bran and rickon and would never sack wf. that's the jon who sees more and understands when his understanding applies to theon.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #theon greyjoy #bran stark #jon snow #robb stark #jonathan snowflake starkgaryen #asoiaf #I should have been with him. Where was I? #i am no stark #Gods do not weep. Or do they? #happy theon thursday! #(c)lsb #this feels very basic when i say it like this why werent the 19yo and the the 7yo closer friends? #but idt i've ever seen anyone else lay it out in all my theon reading

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

they managed to massacre Aang's character and all the struggle and importance of his choice in the finale in a SINGLE page, and yet there are people who think the comics are good

and of course Katara's would have nothing to say on the matter, toootally in-character

Not to mention: yes, Zuko is right that a lifetime of indoctrination won't magically stop affecting him just because he's aware of it now, but the way the comics really said "If you're not perfect, you deserve to die. Not rehabilitation, not even incarceration despite it being an option, just straight to violent, lethal punishment" is horrying.

And lets not forget the blatant abuse apologism of having Zuko, the kid who was told by his abusive parent that his disfigurement and banishment was "for his own good" after he made one "mistake", turning to his closest friends and asking them to be his "safety net" by MURDERING HIM IF EVER STEPS OUT OF LINE - and said friends then agree to it.

Are you fucking kidding me? The real Aang would have double-down on the "You're NOT your father" bit, and the entire friend group would have been super concerned about Zuko because a victim of abuse saying they're as bad as their abuser thus deserve to die is one hell of a red flag as to how their mental health is going.

Speaking of mental health: I talk a lot about how Azula was constantly being abused by the supposed heroes in the comics, and how the justification of it is rooted in ableism, but this nonsense with Zuko asking to be put down like a dog is also peak victim blaming, and one of the few moments in which one can actually feel bad for comics!Zuko.

And it ties into a disturbing pattern I noticed among Avatar fans - and mainly Zuko fans. They don't truly understand that what Ozai put his children through was wrong, they simply think he chose the wrong kid as the escapegoat. They think Azula should have been the one that is constantly punished just for existing, while Zuko is the golden child that can do no wrong - or else.

This moment right here? With the people that he trusts agreeing to inflict violence on him if he ever makes a mistake? This is that "or else". This is literally the same mentality that led to Azula's breakdown because NO ONE CAN SURVIVE UNDER THAT MUCH PRESSURE.

And that leads us to the main reason why the comcis suck: Yang was using Zuko as a self-insert.

"Zuko‘s relationship with Ozai is something we – Mike, Brian, Dark Horse, Nickelodeon, and I – talked about extensively when we first started working together. There’s this strange thing that happens to people in power. The pressures of power often blur the lines between enemies. That’s part of what happens to Zuko here. Ozai is the only one who knows what it’s like to be Fire Lord, the only one who has the wisdom of experience. I also looked at my own life. I used to clash with my dad quite a bit when I was a teenager. However, as I grew up and found myself in roles that he used to have, I began to understand more and more of his decisions. My father isn't thoroughly evil, of course, but I imagine Zuko feels a little of the same pull."

Yang. My guy. My dude. The words "Ozai" and "wisdom" should NEVER be in the same sentence. Every single action of Ozai's as Fire Lord was based on him being an abusive piece of shit that finally got access to absolute power. He is not a stern dad, he is abusive. He's not misunderstood, he needed to be stopped and locked away. He is a human being with feelings and motivations, yes, but he is WRONG ABOUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING EVER. He NEVER had a point. Zuko has nothing to learn from him except what NOT to do. That's why he looks like an older, unscarred Zuko. A version of Zuko that never changed.

This is the core issue of the comics, and why it had so many moments of unintentional abuse apologism: they say Ozai is a villain, but they're going out of their way to constantly make the characters come dangerously close to saying "Maybe he had a point." That's why they have Zuko turn to Ozai for advice despite claiming he wants to avoid becoming like him - because the guy writting them couldn't understand that the bad guy was, in fact, bad and in the wrong and has no wisdom to offer to anyone.

Avatar, the series, is about the world moving past from the sick mentality people like Ozai had, and about his son realizing that he did not deserve to be abused. The Avatar Comics are about telling Zuko (and others) "Ozai isn't wrong actually, you'll understand when you're older."

No, Yang, they won't. Because there's nothing to "understand" here other than THE GUY THAT ABUSED HIS CHILDREN AND COMMITED GENOCIDE WAS WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING, YOU DUMBASS!

Saying "the villain had a point" does not make a story better unless it is true - and in Ozai's case, it simply isn't. Insisting otherwise doesn't make the story and characters more mature, it just means you couldn't understand a cartoon aimed at 7-year-olds despite being a grown-ass man.

And I won't even get into Bryke approving of this bullshit otherwise I'll start tearing my hair out in rage at how badly they seem to have lost touch with the message of their best work, so let me just use a simple statemet to make everyone understand just how much of a disaster this is:

Even M. Night Shyamalan didn't misunderstand ATLA to the point of thinking Ozai wasn't actually wrong, but Bryan, Mike and Yang did. The comics understand the show less than M. Night Shyamalan did.

I rest my fucking case.

#atla comics #the comics suck #zuko deserved better #azula deserved better

[evelili]

I know it’s been ages since I sent one of these, I’ve been busy and I’m still busy so I don’t have time to read the full chapter BUT!! Here’s some of my thoughts and favorite lines from the beginning of this chapter. The Final Trial.

I really love how you write the memory sequences in this story. They all flow really well and don’t feel redundant!! The reveal of these memories twilight has hidden of Luna are so good!! God!! Her devastation when she realized she had forgotten someone as important as Celestia’s SISTER her AUNT is AMAZING!!

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her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her legs bare below the knees of a ridiculous pink-and-purple skort that she’d have been mortified to wear past puberty—eight or nine, then, she decided. It’s probably summertime, too.

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God this mental image is so cute!! I had to google what skorts are but yeah they definitely fit Twilight and her character, especially as a kid!!

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Twilight waited for her younger self to voice the familiar retort she thought she’d known her entire life—magic isn’t real; magic doesn’t exist; magic is fictional and fantastical and lies. But instead of a rational dismissal she heard her voice ask something completely wrong instead:

“You’re really going to show me how?”

And Twilight didn’t hear anything else after that.

-

DAMNNN this sequence is so good!! The way twilights world is just DESTROYED by this is fantastic!!

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“Well, I wanted to check in on the two of you.” The door swung further open, and suddenly Twilight was face-to-face with the Celestia of her childhood—younger by nearly a decade and yet still recognizable in almost every way. She hadn’t ever thought time had changed her mentor much, but the contrast between present and past was far more blatant when not viewed as a gradual shift. No laugh lines. No grey hairs. No ice in her eyes.

Just a Celestia whose very presence made Someone bristle in response.

-

This description of her is DEVASTATING. She’s both somehow unhappier and so much happier with Luna in her life. The way you write her is stunning and I’m loving the conflict between her wanting Luna to focus on the future and Luna who is focused on enjoying the present. It’s a very cool conflict and I love how you’re handling it!! Them both caring more about twilights emotions than each other’s is heartbreaking

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It did—to both the Twilight of the present and the past. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I get it.”

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Fuck this line is FANTASTIC. The understanding twilight finds in her memories of Luna are fantastic and I’m very curious on how this will impact how she handles Nightmare going forward. Unfortunately I can’t read anymore tonight, but I love it so far!!

STOP THE CLOCK. I FORGOT THIS BANGER LINE: “You believe in magic, Twilight,” she said gently. “And so long as you do, that’s belief enough for me.” The way you write Luna and how much she and celestia both love twilight is DEVASTATING

(combined ur two asks together) WAHHHH thank u so much for the asks!!! and no worries abt taking ur time w the story, u only get to read once for the first time after all!

this chapter is definitely Up There in terms of how happy i am with how it turned out, im rlly glad u liking it so far! i dont know how much i can say without spoiling things, but a reminder to read on fimfic to get the Full Experience (epub missing images my nemesis), a rather important section will b missing otherwise!!

i think to me a big aspect of luna and celestia's relationship in the show that kinda got glossed over was that celestia may not have realized how her actions affected luna until too late. and, it's kind of the "road to hell with good intentions" thing, bc i dont think celestia is the bad guy (at least in tte) for believing that the best way to help someone is plan, prepare, try to think ahead and look forward, etc. but, this kind of mindset can clash with someone who, at that moment, finds the prospect of thinking about the future so impossible. writing from life helped a lot in this regard :)

also, completely unrelated but also related, have a meme :D and thanks again for reading!

#tte #mlp fanfic #my art #twilight sparkle #scitwi #celestia #princess celestia #luna #princess luna #my brain has so much serotonin rn skitty u dont understand #i appreciate u so much!!!

[yn-uzumaki-hatake]

Title: Shadows of Love

As the young genin trio, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, trained under the watchful eye of their sensei Hatake Kakashi, they couldn't help but notice his wife YN's radiant presence. With her captivating smile and gentle nature, she had become a beacon of light in their lives.

One sunny afternoon at training grounds, YN arrived with a basket filled with delicious homemade lunches for the group. Naruto's eyes lit up at the sight of her arrival; he was always eager to devour her scrumptious meals. Sasuke too felt himself drawn to YN's kindheartedness.

"Naruto! Sasuke!" YN called out cheerfully as she approached them. "I made your favorite dishes today!"

"Thanks, YN!" Naruto exclaimed excitedly, grabbing his lunch box before starting to dig in.

Sasuke nodded appreciatively as he accepted his meal from YN. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment longer than necessary, earning him a smug grin from Naruto who noticed their interaction.

"Sasuke can't get enough of Kakashi-sensei's wife!" Naruto teased playfully, nudging Sasuke's side.

Sasuke scowled and shot back sarcastically, "Well, you're not any better."

YN chuckled softly at their banter, finding amusement in their innocent crushes. She knew that both boys respected Kakashi deeply and were simply drawn to her warm personality because she reminded them of their beloved mentor.

Meanwhile, Sakura watched the interactions with unease. Behind her sweet facade lay jealousy towards YN. Her admiration for Sasuke often clashed with the envy she felt toward anyone who attracted his attention.

Months passed by as Team 7 continued their rigorous training and missions together. Little did they know, YN and Kakashi had been trying for a baby, their love deepening with each passing day.

One sunny morning at the training grounds, Sakura noticed a subtle change in YN's appearance. A spark of excitement ignited within her as she rushed over to confront her about it.

"YN! Are you... pregnant?" Sakura asked hesitantly yet filled with curiosity.

YN smiled warmly at the pink-haired girl. "Yes, Sakura. Kakashi and I are expecting our first child."

Sakura couldn't help but feel a pang of envy mixed with genuine happiness for YN. She had always dreamed of starting a family with Sasuke someday, but he seemed oblivious to her romantic advances.

As time went on, YN's pregnancy progressed beautifully. Naruto and Sasuke were thrilled for their sensei and his wife, often offering to accompany them during check-ups or helping out around their home.

With an important mission approaching -- guarding the bridge builder in the Land of Waves -- Team 7 prepared themselves mentally and physically. As they gathered at YN and Kakashi's house before setting off, YN surprised them with specially packed lunches full of love and nourishment.

"These should keep you energized during your mission," YN said softly, handing each member their personalized lunch boxes.

Sasuke accepted his meal gratefully while Naruto beamed brightly at the sight of homemade ramen. He looked up at YN with admiration shining in his eyes. "Thank you so much, YN!"

YN patted both boys' heads affectionately before turning to Sakura. "And here's yours, Sakura. Take care of yourself too."

Sakura took the lunch box gingerly, feeling warmth spread through her heart. She realized that while she may not have won Sasuke's affections just yet, she had gained something even more valuable: a true friend in YN.

As Team 7 embarked on their mission, the bonds between them grew stronger, with YN's love and support serving as an unyielding pillar of strength. Together, they faced challenges and triumphs, all while eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newest member of their team.

And so, amidst teasing troubles and blossoming relationships, the shadows of love intertwined, shaping the destiny of Team 7 forever.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #naruto uzumaki #sakura #team 7 naruto #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake #kakashi headcanons #minato namikaze #naruto #sasuke uchiha

[mari-lair]

the recent chapter was decent, but when I realised akane wasn't the yoshiro after convincing myself he was for a month i had to close the tab stare at the ground and like. process for a few seconds. how i wish he had been... i did enjoy mirai trying to save his life though, and teru recognising that they hadn't been going to their full strength because maybe they didn't care about the yoshiro, because as you said, they had been presented at a higher level and we didn't see that in chapter 109

I always had doubts about him being the Yorishiro, with Akane having 2 bodies and the supernatural one already being stabbed in the chest before, so even that reveal was more of a "oh, okay. Makes sense" feeling.

It's... kind of sad... my experience with this chapter. With this arc.

The only thing I like is Mirai saving Akane, and how rich with character quirks, values, and experiences, Akane's fight with Tsukasa is, it goes beyond just his judo skills (and Elise will talk about it when she has the time) But I'll be honest, I have no hope for this arc, no wish to think about it and theorize it or anything.

I am here for terukaneaoi and the way Aoi hasn't shown up even as a small panel since the clock was frozen is... very telling... Akane's 'betrayal' with Teru also saddens me, for the more I look at it, the more clear it becomes that it is a tool, not a conflict they planned as a means to clash ideals, learn more about each other, or strengthen/restructure bonds (like Aoikane in chap 69 or Kou and Teru in chap 87). When Aidairo does want to create character conflict, they are amazing at it! Which makes Akane and teru feel... that much weirder.

I never expected Teru to jump and try to help Akane, he is handcuffed and without his sword, but I did expect him to have some kind of thought about the situation while he watched Akane be beaten up in front of him.

We get no reaction panel about what he thought of the fight. At all. Akane isn't in immediate danger when we do see his thoughts but it still feels... Strange to frame chapter 108 in a way that highlights how much Akane's betrayal affects Teru on a personal level, to make chap 109's gag revolve around Teru being THAT angry with Akane and then... Make Teru not spare Akane a single thought.

Teru even takes into consideration Nene's lifespan, but absolutely nothing about Akane. No cursing him. No "oh he did almost die like I wished for, idk how to feel a bout that". No "it feels strange to not be able to do anything, just watch". No, "I guess he is a clock keeper not the boy i thought I knew". No "i'm glad he is not dead". Not even "he should have died", as cruel as it sounds, it would still make way more sense than just... Nothing.

He doesn't even refer to Akane by name.

Teru is someone who has taken things personally since his very introduction, unused to change and prioritizing his relationships over his duties (not exorcising Hanako so Kou doesn't get mad at him. Putting the intire school at risk cause Tiara wanted him to clean up a mokke in chap 39. Letting Akane punch him in chap 71, etc-)

He is pathetic and unexperienced when he takes things personally, he wants to be reliable and admired, he doesn't know how to handle not getting what he wants (especially with Akane, who always obeys). Even when he tries to be detached his pathetic nature still show up. It had been consistent.

But the guy that locked himself in his bedroom and hid under the covers for a whole day after his fight with Kou seemingly got over Akane betraying him in what must have been 1 hour without talking about it ? I know Akane is not as important to Teru as his family but it's insane that he got over it without even thinking about it or being able to move in any way to let his frustrations out.

The worst part is that even when I suspend my disbelief and go along with the idea that Teru "isn't taking things personally anymore and is in professional mode cause the situation is dire!" it still makes no sense.

Akane's betrayal should have filled his head with questions about the situation, about what changed, but Teru never even tried to connect his vague talk with Akane with the clock keepers seemingly being nerfed.

Why 'now?' feels like an important question. One that should stick, but Teru ignores it.

Which again. Goes agaisnt what is established of his opinion of Akane.

Why would he neglect the words of a colleague he considers wise? Of someone he is treating as fully part of the clock keepers now? Someone he always wanted to hear his opinions before even in his 'professional and smart' mode? Someone whose opinions we have been told he doesn't dismiss even when what Akane says clashes with his upbringing as an exorcist? I am just supposed to assume he is treating Akane as any other supernatural now? Is the betrayal an insta 'everything that has been established no longer applies' free card...?

So yeah, sure... This is a big improvement from chapter 109 but it has the same core problem as chapter 109, at least to me: Aidairo has no interest in exploring Teru as a character in this arc. Aidairo wants the spotlight fully on the broadcasting club, and they will tweak his character whenever it's convenient to set the stage. Just like Nene had turned into a kid with minimal agency, Teru has become a presence that doesn't ask questions, unless said questions will move the plot.

Feelings will also be reduced to what moves the plot, we don't need to know how he feels about being in a position with no power, no sword, and minimal knowledge for the first time in this manga. There is so much they can explore completely disconnected from Akane, despite putting a spotlight on their relationship in chap 108, but there is nothing for Teru's character.

Even when Tsukasa points at Nene, whom he isn't angry at, he has no reaction. He does not care about this guy targeting the little baby girl after witnessing Akane be dragged on the floor.

Of course he doesn't. This isn't about him, is a Hanako set up, Teru can't have even a panel of spotlight on him that is about his character, can't bring attention to his fall out with Akane, less the reader get any expectative from it, or take space in a manga that currently isn't about him.

Teru is a tool first, and a character second in this arc. Chapter 109 stuck him in a dumb gag box. Chapter 110 stuck him in a smart guy exposition box. His personality is picked apart when it is convenient not when it makes sense for a character that has been molded for 100 chapters.

I don't care about this plot. I care about my favorite characters, and how they would react to the circumstances the plot been put on. That's my priority. It isn't Aidairo's. Even if Teru does have a relevant role later, it's still clear that exploring his character isn't Aidairo's priority in this arc.

I told chapter 109 to make me care about the arc, and chapter 110 is way better but not enough to make me care. Which is very sad, I wish it did :(

...This was already a depressing enough answer as it is, I don't want to talk about it.

#i hate being so pessimistic about two chapters in a roll #minamoto teru #tbhk #tbhk 110 #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun

[clarkswayne]

Sanji found himself pondering the origins of their evolving relationship. The dynamic between him and Zoro had transformed gradually over time, and he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it had happened. While they still engaged in their usual banter and occasional fights, there was a newfound playfulness that had seeped into their interactions. But what struck Sanji the most was the way Zoro had started holding his hands, almost instinctively, whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. Sanji knew how much Zoro valued his own hands, considering his dedication to swordsmanship. And yet, here he was, treating Sanji's hands with such care and tenderness.

It was a subtle yet significant change. Zoro, who valued his own hands so greatly due to his unwavering dedication to swordsmanship, now treated Sanji's hands with a tenderness that left him both bewildered and comforted. Whenever they found themselves alone, Zoro would seize the opportunity to reach out and gently caress Sanji's knuckles, his touch filled with an unexpected affection. Sometimes, he would even press a soft, lingering kiss against the back of Sanji's hand, a gesture that spoke of understanding and intimacy.

Sanji, of course, would never admit how much he loved it. He would put on a facade of annoyance, grumbling and complaining whenever Zoro's hands found their way to his own. But deep down, he cherished those moments. It was a secret pleasure, a hidden connection between them that only they understood.

What made these stolen moments even more precious was the stark contrast between their private and public personas. In front of their crewmates and friends, Sanji and Zoro bickered and fought incessantly, to the point where people often wondered if they were a couple or not. Their banter was filled with sharp words and playful insults, creating an atmosphere of constant tension.

When they were completely alone, the dynamic shifted. Zoro could finally let his guard down, allowing himself to relax and be softer, especially when Sanji was in need of affection. Their conversations took on a different tone, filled with genuine concern and care. Zoro would listen attentively to Sanji's worries and fears, offering comfort and support in his own quiet way. And in those moments, Sanji felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sense of being truly seen and understood.

Zoro was no one's puppet, least of all Sanji's. He wasn't under anyone's thumb, and he certainly wasn't trailing after Sanji like a lovesick puppy. His tendency to stick close to Sanji was more a practical solution to his notorious lack of direction than any form of submission.

Their expressions of love were as different as they were. Sanji was vocal, his love language filled with words and affirmations. He craved hearing the words 'I love you' from Zoro, and sometimes his frustration would bubble up when those words were not spoken as often as he'd like. Zoro, on the other hand, was a man of action. He believed that love was better shown than told, and he expressed his affection through gestures rather than verbal declarations.

However, they did share a common love language: touch. They both found comfort and connection in physical contact. Whether it was their heads clashing during their frequent arguments, their hands intertwined in moments of quiet intimacy, or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, they found solace in each other's touch. There were times when Sanji would nestle into Zoro's lap, wrapping himself around Zoro like a koala to a tree, and drift off to sleep. In those moments, Zoro would carry him around, a silent promise of protection and care.

Zoro had also developed a habit of seeking out the kitchen when Sanji was there, finding comfort in the familiar sounds of Sanji moving around. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of food on the stove, and the soft hum of Sanji's voice became a lullaby that lulled him to sleep.

Sanji, for his part, found a particular joy in playing with Zoro's hair. It was a small act of affection that he indulged in at every opportunity. Whether they were alone or surrounded by others, Sanji would run his fingers through Zoro's hair, delighting in the feel of the soft strands. It was a simple gesture, but it held a profound effect on Zoro. As Sanji's fingers weaved through his hair, Zoro would find himself lying between Sanji's legs, his head resting on Sanji's chest, on the brink of sleep. The sensation of Sanji's fingers gently massaging his scalp was a blissful comfort that he looked forward to.

In these moments, their love was expressed not through words, but through touch and physical closeness. It was a language they both understood and cherished. Despite their differences in verbal expressions of love, they found a shared intimacy in their physical connection. And as Sanji continued to play with Zoro's hair, both of them felt a deep sense of contentment and love enveloping them, creating a bond that was as unique as it was profound.

#zosan #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #black leg sanji

[silens-oro]

Spoils of War: 1. The First

Aemond Targaryen x F!Targaryen!Reader

Spoils of War Masterlist House of the Dragon Masterlist

Synopsis: We learn of the Reader's relationship with Aemond, and the family dynamic of her clan.

Word Count: ~4,080

Warning: 18+. Targaryen uncle/niece incest (lite, nothing truly weird other than they are both Targaryens).

AN: The long awaited first chapter is here. I'm very excited to take you all along on this ride with me! I truly hope you enjoy it as I have enjoyed writing it!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated.

The sun’s warm rays against your skin were comforting, the slight breeze refreshing. You were just far enough away from the cesspool of Flea Bottom to not smell the shit, piss, and rot that seemed to seep into every crevice it could penetrate. With every visit to King’s Landing, you were grateful to have spent the majority of your life away from this wretched place. 

The ride in from Dragonstone was uneventful. Your heavily pregnant mother, your father, and your brothers left two weeks prior to your departure by sea. Much to your mother’s displeasure, you had insisted on making the trip on dragon back. A mere couple of hours upon Maestron’s back seemed much more desirable than two weeks at sea. You knew your father would’ve done the same if he hadn’t shadowed your mother. He loathed sailing that ship just as you did.

You hadn’t been at the Red Keep long up to this point. The first thing you did upon your arrival was seek out your mother to give her peace of mind of your safe arrival, then made your way in search of your brothers. Any time your mother spent away from her children -any of them- filled her with a deep rooted anxiety. You could not blame her for her overprotective tendencies. The fact that she cared so deeply was a blessing not had by many. 

Rhaenyra pleaded with you to bathe before heading out to search for Jace and Luke, the stench of dragon coating your riding clothes, but you reassured her that you’d do it in your own time. There were other matters to attend to before then. 

Grunts of exertion and the clashing of steel against steel permeated the training yard of the Red Keep. A flurry of blond hair caught your attention from where you leaned over a railing, perched on the veranda overlooking the yard. A crowd of onlookers encircled your Uncle Aemond -though he was only a year older than you- and Ser Criston Cole as they sparred with one another. Your stomach clenched at the brutality of which they swung at each other -Aemond with his sword and Ser Criston with his morning star. 

The reactions of the crowd with each hit only caused your anxiety to spike further. You knew blood would not truly be shed, not intentionally as this was to show skill more than the capability of maiming one another, but it still made your teeth clench.

Sighing heavily, you only focused on Aemond’s expert footwork as the men danced mercilessly around each other. Aemond had spoken to you about his training before in his letters to you. It was something he was most passionate about and worked hard to excel in as much as he could. You felt your cheeks heat at the thought of those letters. 

Correspondences with Aemond had been steady through the years. The last time you formally saw him had been two years previous to this moment for Aegon and Helaena’s wedding. It was when the spark had ignited between the two of you. Hidden meetings and dozens of letters had been exchanged between you since then. Through these two years you had gotten to know him, got to learn of his passions and ambitions just as he got to learn of yours. 

In the letters between your meetings, there was no politics, no leverage. They were just the exchanged words of two souls who had found camaraderie between each other, and possible growing affections.

Your family was none the wiser, as you assumed his was the same. You were the first born daughter, and he the second son of two feuding families. The odds were never in your favor, but that did not stop either of you from pursuing the possibilities of what could be.

The meetings between you were fleeting, but the feelings had taken root and began to grow. As much as you craved romance and had a deep desire to have Aemond whisk you away to ravage you with everything he had -his sense of duty would never allow himself to even consider spoiling you before marriage. He was not his brother. 

You hoped that this visit, though it wasn’t under the best of circumstances, would only strengthen those ties between you.  

Dragons flew freely overhead, the younger ones spiraling in the air together with high screeches passed between them. Maestron, your loyal mount who has been with you since he hatched from his shell, was amongst them. He did not play with the wyrmlings as he was easily four times their size, but he did take in the open air and prime fishing grounds of the open ocean to get his fill. His scales were alabaster and the shadows of his contours and underwing a bright red where his blood flowed. He was unique in his markings and it made him easy enough to identify from where you stood. A deep sense of pride washed over you as he flew freely overhead. 

Looking back down to the scene below you, Jace and Luke were easily spotted as they looked over all of the training weapons laid out in wonder and excitement. 

The crowd cheered and applauded as Aemond pummeled Ser Criston. The severe look on Aemond’s face only worsened as he spotted Jace and Luke amongst the onlookers as they moved from the tables to the circle. He took his clear irritation out on the Captain.  

To see how Aemond had filled into himself in between your meetings brought a soft smile to your lips. He was tall and lean as he always was, but you could tell he had gained muscle by the way his arms bulged and strained against the fabric of his training tunic. His shoulders seemed broader, stronger. You noticed the air of confidence that surrounded him, it ebbed and flowed just as the warm summer breeze did. Every movement he made was calculated, precise, and finally he had bested Ser Criston with the tip of his sword held to the Captain's neck. 

Your smile widened as you straightened from your position leaned against the railing. Aemond, in his flurry of victory, just happened to turn his head in your direction and he froze in his tracks. The severity on his face melted away and his eye crinkled in the corner with the grin he sent you. You clapped your hands as a show that you had seen him perform and out-maneuver the Captain of the King’s Guard. He tossed his blunted sword to a squire before making his way towards you. He bypassed his nephews, not giving them a second glance as he took the stairs two at a time. 

“Your letters do you no justice, Prince Aemond.” You complimented with a kind smile. “You are truly mastering the craft.” Aemond humbly bowed his head, his hands clasped in front of him. His eye opened, head still bowed but looking up at you playfully all the same.

“I shall take your kind words to heart, Princess.” His voice, a big contrast to his features, was soft -gentle. There was an effortlessness in the way he spoke that carried your heart in a way you did not know possible. He stood up straight and extended his arm. “Let me formally welcome you back to King’s Landing. It isn’t the beauty of the Dragonmont, but it seems like your own beauty will only improve what we sorely lack.”

“Have you missed me so much that your silver tongue cannot help itself?” You joked, laughing breathily when his cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. You took his arm and let him walk you back into the castle. 

“Would it be improper to say yes?” You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. 

“It would be improper for you not to say yes at this point.” You stopped him when you reached an alcove, pulling him away from prying eyes. A stained glass window illuminated the both of you in soft reds, blues, yellows, and greens. “I am happy to see you, Aemond.” Your palm cupped his cheek, just below the soft leather strap of his eyepatch, the other moved to rest on his chest. His head leaned into your touch, his eye closing instantly. One of his strong hands grasped your waist, the leather of your riding jerkin not allowing you to truly feel his touch, the other holding your hand over his chest. The intimacy of it made your stomach flutter and your heart feel as if it would beat right out of your chest.

“It is a relief to hear,” He breathed out, eye fluttering open to gaze at you. Ethereal, is what he would describe you as. Your very presence brought calm wherever you went and it was most welcomed when brought into his arms. 

“Did you think my affections had gone?” You questioned softly, eyeing Aemond carefully. He shook his head softly, his voice not much louder than a whisper.

“My own thoughts that I cannot help. Forgive me,” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, though it was him that needed the reassuring. It broke your heart to hear him speak like this. The negative self image had been there since he lost his eye, something it seems would also never return to him fully.

“There is nothing to forgive, Aemond. Truly,” Your thumb rubbed the height of his cheek affectionately. “To finally feel your touch brings me peace.” You let yourselves bask in the moment uninterrupted. He brought his forehead down to rest upon yours, limiting the space between you. 

“How about this,” You spoke. “Let us get refreshed. I need to change from these riding clothes before my mother has a fit,” The corner of Aemond’s mouth lifted just the slightest bit. “And then you can lead me through the gardens.” His hand squeezed your waist once more.

“If it pleases my Lady.” You smiled delicately at his words.

“It does.” You breathed. Aemond brought one of your hands up to his mouth and kissed the tips of your fingers before returning your hand to his arm as it had been before you stopped at the alcove. 

The journey to your room was long, as it was getting to any part of the castle you weren’t currently at. You did not envy those who called it home. Aemond left you at your door with a promise to collect you later in the afternoon. He waited until your door was secured before retreating to his own solar. 

A hot bath, soaking in the finest orange blossom oils King’s Landing had to offer, made you feel like a new person. Your skin felt soft against your dress as the sea breeze blew the flowing red fabrics in a whirlwind. 

Aemond cleaned up quite well, though he didn’t look a mess to begin with. Rarely was he ever anything short of put together. You could not say the same for yourself. Still, you made sure you were more than presentable by the time he had come to fetch you. 

“Do you think they will agree to it?” You asked out loud, worry lacing your tone. Your hand was nestled once more on the crook of Aemond’s arm as you walked through the luscious gardens of the Red Keep. You did not like King’s Landing, but the gardens within the Keep were a sight to behold. Aemond tensed under your hand and it did not go unnoticed by you.

“There is always the possibility.” He responded with a sigh. “It could go either way, I suppose.” 

“My father could speak to yours. Perhaps coming from him would make our union more agreeable-”

“-It is not my father I am worried about,” His words silenced you. His mother…his mother, the Queen, did not favor you or any of your siblings after Luke had taken Aemond’s eye. It was no secret. Your Targaryen traits were the only thing that kept you from any of the sharp ridicule that your brothers received. 

“If your father, the King, agrees then she cannot go against it.” You pushed, looking up at him. Aemond sighed heavily once more, stepping in front of you to stop you in your tracks. Your hand slipped from his arm and he caught it within the warmth of his calloused palms.

“My father…is not who he was the last you saw him. He is withering rapidly and his lucidity comes and goes with the sickness.” He explained, with more of an irritation than sadness.

“I apologize,” You dropped your head in shame, your eyes meeting the ground. Aemond was quick to lift your chin with the tip of a finger. 

“When this business with Driftmark has concluded I will speak to my mother directly. She will listen to what I have to say. Do not worry.” He brought a thumb up to gently rub the pinch between your brows, easing the tension they held. “I will have you as my wife.” Aemond closed the space between you with a sweet kiss.

You stood amongst your family in the throne room to hear the petitions on who should inherit Driftmark should Lord Corlys perish from his sickness. 

The King, who made a late entrance, had reminded you of Aemond’s words earlier in the day. Now that you got a look at your grandsire, you could see just how quickly he had deteriorated. At Aegon’s wedding two years previous, he had been ill, but now…he looked like the dead if the dead could walk somewhat upright. The smell of rot wafted in with him when he entered and it took everything in you to not have an outward reaction. 

An argument had broken out between Ser Vaemond -Lord Corlys’ brother- and your mother who had petitioned for Luke to inherit Driftmark just as Lord Corlys had intended. Luke, nor Jace, were the legitimate heirs by blood to anything regarding the Velaryon name -you knew this, but Lord Corlys knew his late son. It was not Rhaenyra’s fault that Laenor would not lay with her, and thus he loved Jacerys and Lucerys as he would if they were blood. He had to. They were his son’s legacy whether Vaemond liked it or not.

Once the fact that Lord Corlys had already named Luke his inheritor was stated, and the King closed the matter, did Vaemond’s words shift from mildly diplomatic to truly treasonous. 

The word “whore” echoed into the high ceilings of the throne room. Your eyes widened to saucers and your heart ached deeply at the public humiliation your mother continued to endure. The King stood, drawing his own blade with the promise of cutting out Ser Vaemond’s tongue, but your father beat the ailing King to it. 

He stepped forward from your right and before Ser Vaemond had the chance to turn around, he was silenced eternally with a single swipe of a sword. You instinctually screamed in shock and turned your face into Jace’s shoulder, grasping onto his arm for stability, but you were not quick enough to spare yourself the visual of Ser Vaemond’s head sliding free from the hinge of his jaw, tongue flapping as his body fell to the stone floor. Gasps and shouts echoed across the hall in reaction. 

“He can keep his tongue.” Your father said cooly. Swords were drawn from the King’s Guard when the hand called for your father to be disarmed. He merely cleaned his blade with the bottom of his coat and left the hall and its remaining chaos in his wake.

Jace held you to him as you took a moment to steady yourself. His arms wrapped around you tightly to keep you in their safety. Your face turned ever so slightly to look at Aemond across the room. He was already looking at you, face as still as stone, though he gave you a small nod as if to ask ‘You are okay?’. You nodded back, but quickly faced back towards Jace after you got a glimpse of Vaemond’s body as it bled out onto the stone floors. You followed in your father’s wake when your stomach turned. Jace and Luke followed quickly behind you. 

“I do not understand,” Jace spoke from where he sat in front of the fireplace within your room, you sat in a chair opposite of him. Luke was laid across the foot of your bed like a bearskin rug. Both were facing you as Jace spoke.

“What do you not understand?” You questioned as you picked at the skin around the nail of your thumb, still bothered by what you had just bore witness to. You knew of your father’s brutality, of his love of battle, and still the visions of gore would never fail to make you queasy. 

“Your affections for our…uncle.” He spoke the last word with a grimace. “You know he hates us.”

“He dislikes you both for good reason, though I do not entirely agree with it.” You corrected him. “I would also dislike you if I lost an eye to your clumsy blade.” You eyed Luke, who rolled his own. 

“You were there! You heard what he was going to do! What he did! I did what I had to to save Jace. He would have killed him!” 

“Do not make me go into this again, Luke. No one was innocent or free of blame for what happened, myself included. Jace shouldn’t have fought him. Aemond shouldn’t have threatened Jace with the rock. You shouldn’t have taken his eye.” You reprimanded as you stood from the tall backed chair you occupied. You also knew that Aemond’s blatant name calling of ‘Bastards’ was still a sore subject, so you did not mention it. “Had the roles been reversed and he’d taken your eye, he would not be walking amongst us and I would be about this world with one head less for killing a prince. Be grateful you not only still draw breath, but you also see clearly through the eyes you were born with.” 

“Still, you would choose him over us?” The boy still did not get it, it seemed. You stood from your chair and moved to stand at the end of the bed with your arms crossed over your chest. Jace continued to sit tight-lipped, knowing not to add fuel to the fire.  

“No, I am not choosing him over you.” Your eyes shifted between the brothers. “I am not choosing anyone over anyone else!” You sighed, approaching Luke as he stood. You held his freckled cheeks in your palms, his face still round with baby fat, and gave him a kind smile to let him know you were not truly angry. “There comes a time in your life where things stop being purely black and white. Many reasons, thoughts, ideas can exist at the same time. Things are not merely good and bad. Things are not merely right and wrong. Everything is subjective, Luke. Jace attacked Aemond because he thought it was the right thing to do after learning of Vhagar. You protected Jace because you felt it was the right thing to do after Aemond responded, and in doing so it led to Aemond losing his eye -though unintentionally on your part.” You brushed the curling hair from his face. “Aemond, who had been bullied viciously by not only the both of you -but also his own brother, had gained the fiercest dragon in the world to rectify the bullying. Need I remind you of the Pink Dread.” Your eyes flitted between Jace and Luke, who would not meet your eyes. You continued,

“The aftermath that you are still dealing with would not have happened had the four of you not tried to jump him. What you saw as an attack on Jace, was a defense of himself. Do you see where I am going with this, Luke? There are always multiple sides to every story. The truth will always lie somewhere in the middle. Regardless of who was at fault, or the reason for the fight, Aemond’s eye was taken from him, Luke. That is not something someone forgives and forgets easily.”   

“He stole Vhagar!” You tossed a stern look his way. “I figure his eye is payment enough.” He mumbled.

“Do you think -truly- that a beast with the might of Vhagar, a dragon who has seen war, would simply let a boy of ten walk into her nest and let him steal her?” Luke looked down at his feet. “She chose him, Luke. She saw him as worthy. Neither of the girls claimed their mother’s dragon and that is something they will have to live with, unfortunately. You know I love Baela and Rhaena dearly, but there was a high chance that neither would have been fit for her to begin with.” Luke knew you were right, though he was loath to say it. 

“I, for one, still find your affections unsettling,” Jace spoke up, cutting the tension between you and Luke. A grin tilted the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Is it that he is our uncle, or that our uncle is Aemond?” You clarified with a laugh. 

“Both?” They both responded in tandem. Rolling your eyes, you brought Luke over to stand near Jace. 

“Considering you are both to be wed to your cousins, now step-sisters, neither of you have much room to speak on the matter.” You joked with a grin. Standing between the boys, all jest had fallen away as you looked at them both seriously.

“You will be good to those girls.” You ordered. You knew that both Jace and Luke would be good husbands to Baela and Rhaena, but the conversation needed to be had between you. “You will show them respect and kindness, am I understood?” They both nodded, a grin playing on Jace’s lips. 

“Of course, sister. We are gentlemen above all.” Jace responded, his chest puffed up as he clasped his hands in front of himself. Luke nodded as well. “Mother would flay us alive if she heard otherwise.”

“Indeed she would.” You agreed. “And I would do much worse, I assure you.” They looked at each other before grinning. “I know you are both good at heart, but it is the least those girls deserve. They are beautiful, intelligent, and will be able to offer you guidance in your most trying times. Not many matches can say the same. I have no doubts in my mind that Driftmark and King’s Landing will be in good hands once it is time for you both to ascend.” Jace stood from his chair and immediately pulled you to him in a hug. 

“Thank you, sister,” He muffled into your hair. As he pulled away, Luke took his place. You cherished their pure-hearted affections towards you, and they gave it without shame. “I know there may be tensions tonight…but we will do what we can to keep the peace.” Jace eyed Luke, who grimaced but nodded nonetheless. “We swear it.” He elbowed Luke, who sighed, but nodded all the same.

“We swear it.” Luke repeated.

“That is all that I ask.” You breathed with a smile. “I love you both dearly, and I will support you until my final breath. Always remember that.” 

The dinner had not yet begun and you wanted to flee through an open window. The hundred foot drop to the rocks below would surely mean your death, but that did not deter you in the slightest. It would be a swift end to what will be an arduous night.

You sat between Luke and your father at the edge of the table, directly opposite of where Aemond would sit. The urge to stand and make your way over to where he stood with his brother was strong, but the attention it would garner was a stronger deterrent that kept you seated, chalice grasped firmly in your hand. You took compulsive sips of your wine to pass the time. 

Rhaena had gathered your attention from the other side of Luke. You tried to give the sweet girl your attention, but the heaviness that weighed on the room was too stifling to ignore. You responded where you could, not wanting to seem rude, but she could tell you were preoccupied and redirected the conversation over to her sister. 

“You look ready to flee as a rabbit from a fox.” Your father whispered into your ear. Your chalice would’ve gone flying over the table had his hand not been there to hold your arm down. You sighed, but sent him a glare nonetheless. He merely looked pleased with himself, a self-satisfied grin that you could recognize from across a room was drawn onto his face. “What do you have to fear in this room?” His eyes surveyed the occupants that milled about.

“The unknown of what is sure to happen here tonight.” You whispered, not meeting his eyes.

“What could possibly happen? The throwing of clumsy words from drunken boys?” He took a drink from his own cup and shook his head. “You have nothing to fear here.”

“It is not for me that I fear.”

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[bahnloopi]

Your Broly Black ideas inspired me, so here's some random thoughts I had about them:

Broly Black (Z):

Zamasu wished to "Swap bodies with the mortal that hates Son Goku the most", and either just took Broly's body from that world OR Z Broly hated him so much that the Super Dragon Balls pulled him and his body through the multiverse.

Spear for a weapon, perhaps becoming a Trident as he powers up (connotations of Royalty that Zamasu would surely enjoy + the mental image of Black stabbing Trunks with a Trident with an evil grin is powerful)

Would get the most affected by this body's personality, leading to a very spiteful and downright malicious Saiyan that would take more and more joy from his actions as he goes on.

Worst relationship with Immortal Zamasu as the two slowly become different people, maybe culminating in them outright refusing to fuse.

If they did, then Merged Zamasu would end up being so much worse, his body breaking down quicker with cracks breaking into his immortal side aswell. In addition, the immortal body having a way higher capacity alongside way less stability means Merged Zamasu would end up being a bomb when he dies, his overflowing ki risking the whole galaxy.

Rose Legendary would likely fuse into a single aura and form, enhancing all his worst traits as he continues to enhance it. I'd imagine it'd start more lean, slowly growing more Buff until he rips his shirt (reflecting how Zamasu loses himself to his Saiyan side as he connects to the body).

Broly Black (Super):

Zamasu decided to think his wish through more and used the Time Ring to go back in time to watch Gokus major battles, trying to figure out what he had to let him get so far.

And he notices a few things, like Goku using godly techniques (if he would go on to force the knowledge of both techniques from that pitiful "King" Kai, then he would never tell) and Goku beating someone that stole his body already (darn it Ginyu) but, above all else...

He can adapt. He may lose, but he comes back stronger each time. And Zamasu needed to find a way around that.

And so, he wished on Super Shenron to "Swap bodies with the Saiyan with the highest latent potential", giving him the body of Broly.

... shame he has no clue who Broly is, and he won't find Vampa for... a while.

Most affected by the bodies rage, him losing himself into it until he doesn't even care (the whole way he says he has control over it)

His weapon would be something more blunt and martial, such as something simmilar to knuckle dusters or boxing gloves.

Legendary Rose wouldn't be one Merged form as it is too far away from Zamasu's personality to blend easily. Instead, it would be a clash between the two, the Divine simplicity and mortal emotion clashing like trying to hold magnets together.

Gets on well with Immortal Zamasu until he snaps and transforms, fooling only himself when he says that he has control over this brutal form.

Merged Zamasu flat out wouldn't happen, with Zamasu refusing to merge with a berserk Saiyan out of control and instead teaming up with the heroes temporarily to stop Black

Kale Black:

Gonna be honest, can't think of a reason for this one beyond maybe "Zamasu waits a bit, sees the U6 expo / ToP and notices how strong Kale was"

The Most nothing of the Black Beserkers ngl.

Weapon would 10000% be two Great Axes, one over each shoulder.

Could maybe tie the U6 saiyan biology being different into the form, with God Ki manifesting differently in them (alongside Zenkais, with the U6 saiyans likely not needing them as much as our U7 folk and maybe having weaker ones as a result.)

Let me be the one to tell you these are all f i r e headcanons and a great chunk of them are ideas I had myself and I love these. This was what I wanted when I challenged the fandom to write his lore. So good

#ask bahn

[danpuff-ao3]

Tomarry Synastry: Make Love, Not War (HP Astro # 18)

It might help to read Harry and Tom's respective horoscopes first, because we're about to dive into their synastry!

So...what what does synastry have to say about it? Are they starcrossed, or is this love story written in the stars?

Before we get into synastry proper, let’s take a brief moment to appreciate some of the smaller details. The fact that both were born on the 31st day of the month; not only the last day of the month, but the thirty-first exactly. Then think of the seasons: Tom, our “cold hearted” monster born in winter; Harry, our sweet summer child with a lion’s heart. There’s a certain feeling of symmetry here that appeals. And while I say this isn’t synastry (and truthfully, it isn’t), astrology itself is built as a language of symbols and connections and deeper meanings.

The birth times even (though in fairness, neither are canonical) tell a story. Tom born in the early hours of morning, when it’s still dark out. Harry midafternoon, when the sun is bright and shining. Darkness (morning) and coldness (winter); brightness (afternoon) and warmth (summer.) Tom born in the third (almost fourth) hour of morning; Harry in the third hour of the afternoon (though earlier in the hour.)

Of course, I’m sure you’re here looking for more than just the vibe (though a lot of astrology certainly is a vibe, at least the way I read it!)

So let’s take a look at the actual chart, shall we?

The most telling point of all is the ascendant: their ascendants are conjunct in Scorpio. Harry’s is at seventeen degrees and thirty-five minutes, Tom’s at seventeen degrees and fifty-nine minutes. Only twenty-four minutes of separation, not even a full degree apart! This is very, very close.

Conjunctions are very close relationships, very tied up in each other. The same energy in the same place mirrored back at each other. Ascendants represent how we react, and how we are perceived. It's first response, first impressions; immediacy.

There is ease in the conjunction, but it can be argued there is such a thing as too much ease. There is good and bad to all things, after all. Ease can lead to stagnation can lead to negativity, even destruction. Especially when you look at Scorpio energy. Scorpio is intense, dangerous. The sharp edge of a blade. The black of night where monsters lurk, and you can't see them. The water overtaking you when you swim out too deep.

Here, I think, we can look at the prophecy, at fate, and find it telling. Was it predestined, or was it Voldemort's decision? It's the whole free will argument that always accompanies talk of fate. But there was a prophecy, and it was fulfilled. And for all the darkness, for all the carnage, it would feel wrong to call it "easy." But wasn't it easy?

Why did Voldemort choose Harry over Neville? Because he saw himself in Harry; and in seeing himself, he saw danger.

And if the ascendant is first meetings, first impressions, when would we say their first meeting was? That fateful night in Godric's Hollow? At Hogwarts, from the back of Quirrell's head? The graveyard? Perhaps none of these were easy on the individuals themselves, but might we see that, perhaps, their enmity itself is easy? Natural? An exchange of energy, of hatred, of fear? Are they so alike that they clash?

Can we imagine where they would stand without the prophecy? (I imagine so, there are many an AU telling that story.) That dark, throbbing Scorpio energy meeting its match in one another.

Challenge accepted.

Of course, the ascendant tells us something more. Sharing a rising sign means they share a chart ruler. Both Harry and Tom are ruled by the same energy.

In classic astrology, Scorpio is ruled by Mars, planet of anger and aggression and sexuality. In modern rulership, Scorpio is ruled by Pluto, planet of death and transformation. I think we can easily see how both could be ruled by both planets. How deeply affected both were by war, and by death.

Tom was born between World War I and World War II, and lived to see WWII in action. Harry was born during the first Wizarding War. And both the First and Second Wizarding Wars were centered around Tom. One could argue Tom began the wars, and Harry ended them.

Then: Death. Merope died after birthing Tom. Lily died saving Harry. The death of their mother cosigned them to life among Muggles, unaware of their heritage. Both were awed by magic. Both found a home in Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, Tom would begin to kill, while Harry would continue to lose those who mattered to him. Tom caused many deaths, while Harry worked to prevent them. And Tom worked tirelessly to elude Death, to become the Master of Death; Harry succeeded in becoming Master of Death, though he hardly wanted it. Voldemort's followers were called the Death Eaters; Harry was called the Boy Who Lived.

But death in astrology is more than Death. Death means endings, renewal, and transformation. Regeneration. Both more or less "became" wizards (as they didn't know beforehand, and were estranged from the magical world.) Tom transformed into Voldemort. Harry transformed from a scrawny, abused boy to a famous hero. Voldemort made Harry his Horcrux (whether he intended to or not.) Voldemort gave Harry his destiny by choosing him as his foe. Voldemort was "resurrected" in the graveyard. Harry came back from King's Cross. He survived the Killing Curse not once, but twice. He was in possession of the Resurrection Stone.

Not only do they share a rising sign, and a ruling planet. For Harry and Tom it is more than that. They share a destiny. And, it could be argued, they share a soul.

Their rising signs aren't the only point of connection in their charts. Aspects, such as the conjunction, are the relationship between two planets, which makes it a big focus in looking at the relationship between two charts (or people.) Not all of them are major, but I will note that Harry and Tom have 37 "main" aspects in their chart (there are many, smaller aspects, but I only look at the big ones.) I won't explain them all, just the ones worth talking about, but I will list them all, if only to point out the scale (such as I did in Snarry Synastry 2: Love, and Other Aspects.)

I'll list Harry's planets first and Tom's second, for ease.

Conjunctions: arguably the strongest aspect. Like energies that amplify one another. Strong similarities.

Ascendant - Ascendant

Ascendant - Moon

Uranus - Ascendant

Moon - Uranus

Uranus - Moon

Mercury - Pluto

Neptune - Mercury

Oppositions: a deep, destabilizing relation. These points are reverse images of one another. Stimulating, competitive.

Mercury - Venus

Venus - Mercury

Saturn - Uranus

Trines: harmonious, compatible. (Arguably boring; inarguably easy.)

Moon - Moon

Sun - Saturn

Mercury - Ascendant

Moon - Saturn

Mercury - Moon

Ascendant - Pluto

Venus - Jupiter

Jupiter - Sun

Jupiter - Mars

Saturn - Venus

Uranus - Uranus

Sextiles: also harmonious; similar to a trine, but more stimulating.

Ascendant - Venus

Saturn - Moon

Uranus - Venus

Venus - Neptune

Pluto - Mercury

Jupiter - Pluto

Squares: stress, tension. Challenging, and compelling.

Mars - Sun

Sun - Mars

Moon - Mercury

Pluto - Venus

Mars - Pluto

Venus - Uranus

Saturn - Mercury

Uranus - Jupiter

Uranus - Neptune

Neptune - Uranus

Let's pause here for a few notes. Firstly, the number of "easy" aspects versus "difficult" aspects. 24 of these are the "easy" ones, and 13 the "difficult" ones. I also can't recall if I've seen so many conjunctions (7!) in a synastry chart before.

Most interesting to me are the amount of "flipped pairs"...I'm not sure how to explain this, but such as: Harry's Uranus squaring Tom's Neptune, and Tom's Neptune squaring Harry's Uranus. I don't know that I've seen so many of those either. And I won't lie and tell you I know what it means, because I don't, but I feel as though it must mean something. Even if it's not definable by astrological standards (though, again, I'm no expert, so it might just be outside of my personal studies.)

Look:

Moon conjunct Uranus

Uranus conjunct Moon

Mercury opposition Venus

Venus opposition Mercury

Mars square Sun

Sun square Mars

Uranus square Neptune

Neptune square Uranus

It's fascinating. There is obviously so much between them, and this makes it feel closer. The red string of fate pulled taut between them; or like a noose around their neck. There is so much symmetry to their story, and we can feel it, even if we don't always know what it means.

But let's return to the realm of what I do know: the next item of importance is their moons trining each other. Now that is a gorgeous aspect to have.

The moon represents emotions, comfort, subconscious, and instinct. When they trine, we see two people on the same wavelength emotionally. A trine (often) means the same element, the same energy expressed. Harry and Tom both have water moons, which shows emotional intensity and a fear of vulnerability. When they connect on an emotional level, it's easy. Harmonious, even. There is mutual understanding, a give and take, an easy-flow between them.

Tom's Scorpio moon reflects (as Stephen Arroyo terms it in Person to Person Astrology) "emotional extremism", and a struggle to hide or express emotions. The moon is in fall in Scorpio, meaning the moon's arena cannot run at full capacity with Scorpio energy. There is difficulty in the moon's domain. Difficulty with emotion. Scorpio is passionate, and has a need to connect emotionally and express their surging passions.

Harry's Pisces moon is generous, compassionate, and idealistic. There is a dreaminess to Pisces, and a drive towards escapism. It longs to connect to and heal others. And while Scorpio energy is one of hidden depths, Pisces is more head in the clouds. At least on the surface. Pisces looks to connect to the spirit and the universe; self-awareness and higher learning. The vibe of Pisces is transcendence, where Scorpio's is transformation.

As water signs, they are both curious and intuitive, and with an air of mystery. If Tom longs to share his passion, Harry is one who can see and accept it. The fire of Tom's heart won't burn Harry, but rather will invigorate him. And if Tom is initially unimpressed by Harry's placid demeanor, he is surprised to find those deep, dark layers he hides. They provide a challenge for one another, and can stimulate each other's desire for hunting and searching and learning.

A brief glance at some other points: staying on the moon, Harry's moon trining Tom's Saturn is an interesting aspect. This is an example of a trine out of element, with Harry's water (Pisces) moon and Tom's fire (Sagittarius) Saturn. There is balance here, with Tom's sense of power and wisdom taking the lead, supported by the security and comfort of Harry's heart. And it is Harry being Tom's safe space that allows Tom to grow, and reach new heights. (Moon here being emotional support and Saturn being discipline and ambition.)

Then we see Harry's Mercury in Cancer trining Tom's Moon in Scorpio. This shows open, easy communication on an emotional level. Being vulnerable with one another, and honest. For Tom this might mean opening up in ways he never has before, and learning (Mercury's ties to communication) more about himself and his feelings in sharing that side of him with Harry. Scorpio tries to hide, remember? As for Harry, Cancer's ties to the moon give a link to feelings of home, nurturing, comfort, and protection. Of course Harry's ways of expressing himself make Tom feel safe. Even if it takes them a while to get there.

Harry's Mercury also trines Tom's ascendant, implying a similar way of thinking and expressing themselves.

As for trickier aspects, we see both of their Suns and Marses squaring one another. Their differences could mean their downfall. In both cases we see men unsure of themselves (sun) being rubbed raw and wounded by the other's aggressive nature (Mars.) We do see them fearing one another's power. Voldemort attempted to kill Harry as a baby from that fear. And Harry himself was daunted by Voldemort's power, and his violent (and evil) actions.

Harry's Mars also squares Tom's Pluto. This means conflict. Big conflict. It feels like a fight for survival. For Harry (Mars) it is his independence, freedom, and sense of self; for Tom it is a matter of power, spirit, life and death. This is a brutal, primal conflict. With luck, the high spark of sexuality will batter down those walls and give them a place to mediate and find common ground.

There is so much between Harry and Tom. They are meant to be, however it plays out. Lovers, enemies, both. Foes fighting to the death. A conquerer and a prisoner, or a king and his consort. No matter the universe, or their circumstances, and wherever fate leads them, they can never be nothing to each other. They will always play a grand role in each other's lives; for better or for worse.

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I'm a big sucker for yearning and pining trope so reading your blurbs that contains those makes me go 🥰 haha so i have a blurb request!

say reader has been pining and yearning over aaron for so long and decided to tell him about reader's true feelings but reader didn't know that aaron is currently seeing someone :") he's all sorry and apologetic towards the reader :( after the 'rejection', reader ask for transfer request to another department bc as much as the reader try to not get affected, it still hurts :( reader and aaron separated (for idk how many years and months it's up to you) and they met again due to the clashing department has to work tgt on a case, aaron tried to tell the reader that back then his reasoning to 'reject' the reader is that he had a fear of being in a relationship w someone whose line of work is just as dangerous he is 😞 as much as he wanted to try it w the reader back then he couldn't do it thus he tried to be in a relationship w someone outside his field of job. the ending is up to you whether it will be angst or fluffy or whatever!! thank you and sorry if the blurb comes out messy im not really good writing out ideas :((((

A/N: nawh baby, its ok, the idea is greattt and came off really well but i’m not too sure if i did it enough justice 🤨

Your heart is hammering in your chest, the rapid thumping audible in your ears, as you walk into the BAU. A small wistful smile flickers across your face as you look around, taking into account the familiar layout.

“Look who is back.” You hear Derek before you see him emerging from around the corner.

“Last time I was here you were still in the bullpen.” You tease as you open your arms while simultaneously stepping into his. “I see someone has an office now.”

He laughs and shrugs as he squeezes you tight. “Acting as Hotch’s stand in for a few months had its perks.”

You laugh as Derek draws away, winking at you, but you feel your heart sink at the name “Hotch”.

It had been 2 years away from the BAU, 2 years since your transfer out to cybercrimes, but the sting of rejection was something not so easily forgotten.

(“I’m seeing someone, her name is Beth.”

“Oh…..”

“(Y/N)-”

“Forget I said anything Aaro- Hotch.”

“Can we - ”

“Just forget it. I gotta go.”)

“They couldn’t drag you out of the room huh?”

“They tried.” He winks, reciprocating your banter as he goes in for a side hug, squeezing your shoulders lightly. “Good to have you back, even if only temporary.”

Your lips part as you begin to respond when a flurry of voices exclaiming your name take over. You turn, releasing yourself from Derek’s half hug to find the rest of the team tumbling in through the glass doors, JJ, Spence, Emily, Dave, Penelope and following up behind them, an unreadable expression on his face, Aaron. It makes your heart seize and belly sink when he catches your eye over Emily’s shoulder as she pulls you in for a hug, offering you a tentative smile.

(“You wanted to see me?”

“You put in a transfer request.”

“I did, cybercrimes.”

“If this is about…”

“It isn’t.”

“You are good at the work we do here, I - the team won’t want to lose you.”

“I’ve thought it through Hotch.”)

“(Y/N).”

“Hotch.” You extend your arm to grasp his in a quick handshake. You read the small shifts in his expression, the pause before he shakes your hand, the moment of thought which is accompanied by a twitch in his cheek, and small flare of his nostrils as he finally extends his hand to meet yours, not liking it but going with the flow.

(“These are the last of my files.”

“Can I get you to change your mind?”

“I think the change will be a good one for me.”

“I … - You know where to find us if you ever change your mind.”)

-

You press your thumbs to your temples, as you duck your head down, eyes staring intently at the papers spread out in front of you, your eyes searching for the pattern you needed to find but could not.

“I hope you haven’t changed the way you take your coffee.”

A paper cup slides into view on the table beside you.

“Two splendas and a dash of milk.” You confirm, eyeballing the cup before looking up to meet Aaron’s eyes. “Thanks Hotch.” You manage to push out after a pause. You had been avoiding him ever since you had stepped back into the BAU, keeping the conversation minimal, and busying yourself with everyone else and the case.

“I liked it better when you used to call me Aaron.” His quiet admission surprises you, but you school your features as you spring the coffee cup to your lips, offering no response.

He slides into the chair beside you, and you look around.

“Where is everyone else?”

“They went back to the hotel, I told them I would wait for you.”

“You didn’t have to Hotch.”

“I’m not letting you go back alone.” He offers you a small smile, fingers smoothing down his tie, and you let yourself look at him, taking in the shadows under his eyes, the five o clock shadow appearing on his jaw, - he was tired.

“I’m done, we can go.” You stand, packing up your papers.

(“Are you leaving because of Aaron?”

“Rossi… what, did he say something to you.”

“He said nothing, but you both manage to say plenty without saying anything. We aren’t all blind you know.”

“I read it wrong.”

“I don’t think you did bella. It just…. It isn’t so simple for him. He’s been though alot.”

“I know.”)

-

“I broke up with Beth.” He confesses suddenly, breaking the silent hum of the SUV along the road.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You tighten your fingers into a fist in your lap, your eyes trained on the passing street lamps outside the window. You catch a flicker of him glancing at you through the reflection against the window which the night brings.

“You never replied any of my texts.” He refers to the few texts he had sent you now and then, checking up on you.

“I’ve been busy.” Your reply is short, clipped, and it causes silence to fall over the both of you.

“I was afraid.” His voice is raw, quiet, real and it makes you turn to look at his side profile as he keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him.

“Afraid?” You echo, letting yourself hope.

“Of being with someone who face the same dangers as I do.” You are silent, and he continues. “I was afraid of feeling like I had everything, only to lose it all again.”

The car rolls to a stop in the hotel’s parking garage, and you find yourself looking straight at him, his eyes holding yours, yours searching his. Your heart is hammering against the edge of your ribs.

“What are you saying Hotch.”

“That I was a fool 2 years ago,” you see the fire behind his eyes, “and I shouldn’t have let you walk out of my office, on us, on me.”

He reaches across the center console of the SUV, his hand slipping over your fists and you let him, letting yourself and emotions unfurl.

“I would like to get to know you again if you’ll let me.” His hand tightens around yours.

“Ok.” Is all you manage to whisper.

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