#wrym theory

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! Can I pretty please request a Daemon Targaryen x reader one shot ?

They have been friends for a very long while, since childhood and it's on reader's birthday, they sneak away from the party into the gardens, it's night and they stop running from the halls and look at each other and laugh, then as their laughter ends they can't seem to tear their gazes away and it's the first time when they are both bared open of any walls they built and it's very tender, like him caressing reader's cheek, reader's hands on his chest then going to his back, still holding gazes and they kiss, and it's very sweet and everything they imagined and it's also the moonlight making it more dreamy. And when the kiss ends they admit their love for one another. Maybe they have both hidden their feelings from the other one for quite some time.

Thank you ! Hope you have a good day. You don't have to write this if you don't want to.

I’d be happy to write this for you! Thank you for your request! 🦦

For as long as the House Targaryen had been on the Iron Throne, there has never been an out of the blue and as long lasting as that of the friendship shared between Prince Daemon of House Targaryen and Y/n L/n. Friends from a young age, you and Daemon has yet to have ever vacated from the others side but it seemed that the chances of that ever becoming a possible reality were slim to none. Even if that were to ever occur it would be a dark and dangerous day for Westeros indeed; as it was lead to be believed that fate had favoured this relationship to come to fruition when it occurred to everyone that you seemed to be the only one a young, growing Caraxes would deem worthy of his respect other then the Targaryen prince himself.

Speaking of the Targaryen prince, who was nine at the time, originally saw this as you attempting to steal his dragon from him and would became incredibly agitated whenever he saw his bonded dragon perk his head up at your scent like a domesticated dog and flew out of his stable and into your arms where he’d stay for the rest of the day; purring in content as you scratched under his chin, causing his tail to wag to and fro. Once Daemon grew to an age where he understood that his bond with Caraxes could never be severed, his dragons fondness for you was merely an extension of his own growing fondness for you; seeing as legends of old would speak of how dragons were merely an extension of their rider even down to an emotional level. So how Caraxes acted around you was a reflection of Daemon’s own hidden feelings for you even at a young age. The prince loved that Caraxes had found someone that wasn’t afraid of getting near him without fearing of being burnt to cinders by dragon fire.

To Daemon Caraxes acceptance and over all clinginess to you brought about ideals of forging his own form of bond with you also. Thereafter Daemon to many accounts passed down by time with their own variation, could be detailed as being seen by your side no matter where you went. The gardens, the red keep, amongst the common folk or attending to Caraxes in the dragonpit, Daemon was always there because according to the townsfolk viewpoint on Caraxes being the amalgamation of the darkness within the Targaryen Prince’s heart, to which many even dared to theories stemmed from, Visenya Targaryen herself, and that your acceptance of the Blood Wrym dragon and vice versa meant a bond between you and Daemon had been forged. A pact as strong as one shared by rider and dragon, so much so that many walked on eggshells when in your presence in fear of evoking the wrath of not only Caraxes but Daemon Targaryen himself.

Later on many a royal, knight, common folk and so on began to speculate that one day you and Daemon would be betrothed to one another, even speaking of such matters in front of you both that yours and Daemon’s response to such was to mine out the act of throwing up. At the time you and Daemon only saw the other as a close friend and confidant but as you quickly grew into young individuals, the adults in your lives told you in great detail of how easily feelings can change and blossom into something more. To this you both responded with a resounding ‘never.’ Which brings us to present day where you were resting against the wall furthest away from everyone in the great hall, looking over all the festivities being played in your honour and at the hordes people sloppily singing along with the music; including some of your own family members who waved at you once they spotted you and beckoned you to come down and join them; thoroughly embarrassing you in the process.

Though the one who’d embarrassed you most would soon slide into position against the wall beside you, concealing a gift of his own that was kept well hidden for the time being. “Oh why have the gods cursed me with your presence on today of all days.” You joked when Daemon made himself comfortable, having had personally invited him to being your company the night before, to which he responded with, “I apologise for my unwanted presence but I merely came over here to inform you that you have some grey hairs appearing upon your fair head, old crone.” As he proceeded to point at random points on your head as to where your ‘grey hairs’ were with a faux look of worry. You smacked his hand away from your head before playfully shoving him away, trying your hardest not to make it known how easily he could make you smile. “How peculiar you bring up the topic of hair because it seems to me that no matter how old you get, you still look like an elf with long hair that perhaps you’d be better off cutting it short one day…that is if your not hiding the fact that you might possibly be an elf and haven’t told anyone?” You retorted, “well at least I’d make a pretty elf.” Daemon sniped, this time shoving you playfully in the arm this time as you both dissolve to laughter, earning some knowing looks from a few people that passed by both of you; Though neither of you seemed to care as much for as soon after your laughing fit has died down to that of just chuckles Daemon grabbed your hand in his and escorted you out of the great hall, through the vast corridors at a pace that made you believed you were being chased.

“Where are we going Daemon, my family is back there probably wondering where I’ve gone.” You said, looking over your shoulder and back at the great hall where no one seemed aware of the fact that you two had bailed so early on in the night, too preoccupied having their own forms of fun to notice of anything else. “Just be patient will you. Wouldn’t want to suck the fun out of everything I’ve worked meretriciously into place would we?” On that note you chose to stay silent and allow yourself to be mindlessly dragged throughout the castle, blindingly placing your trust in Daemon like you always did. You stared at the back of his head for the rest of the journey, loosing yourself in your thoughts of how handsome Daemon became overtime and how he has grown into his features so effortlessly it made you jealous at how beautiful his violet eyes were and how his platinum blonde hair framed his slender shaped face despite your many comments on him looking like an elf. I’m truth you only say that so you wouldn’t accidentally let slip how you truly saw him as a beautiful and powerful prince and one day, king to be.

Due to being lost in your thoughts about the man before you, you weren’t aware that he had stopped just short of the entrance of the garden, causing you to misstep and bump into his back. “Are you alright there clumsy clots?” Daemon teased, holding you upright by the forearms, “I don’t know how are you?” You spoke without much thought being put behind your words before they slip pass your lips so carelessly. Once realising what you had just said you both dissolved into another bout of laughter with you resting your head against his chest for support. Daemon drew you head away from his chest and with his hand, drew your gaze to meet his and in that moment your laughter died on your tongue as you continued to gaze into one another’s eyes through the vale of night as they flickered to and fro from eyes to lips and back to eyes once more. The garden seemed to fall silence at the be-spectacle before them as they watched you and Daemon hold a conversation through your eyes alone; allowing the pent up emotions you both allowed to accumulate since the day you both learnt what romantic feelings entail. Looking into Daemon’s eyes made you feel bare, exposed even as though he could see into the depths of your soul, reading you like a book of a language only he could understand.

A warmth spread throughout your body as Daemon trailed a hand from your arm, fingertips brushing against the skin of your neck, causing it to tingle needly in his wake before coming to gently tuck your cheek against the palm of his hand that you found yourself instinctually leaning towards; all the while his thumb began to absentmindedly stroke the skin there as though he was scared to break you like that of a porcelain vase. As almost a response to his tender touches, your hands removed themselves from his waist and found a temporary home against his chest where they then trailed behind his neck to play with the hairs there; taking note of how soft it was and how it slipped through your fingers as though you were holding silk. All without uttering a single word it felt as though a lot hand been conveyed through simple touches and prolonged eye contact that confessed everything you both were too cowardice to admit to one another.

You didn’t wish to continue living your life without ever feeling like this again now that you had a sample of how well you slot against one another so effortlessly and perfectly; resurfacing old memories you long though buried of when made you you spent a majority of time fantasising having Daemon as a lover, comparing how much of a difference it would be then to having him being your childhood friend. Only to then feel an immense guilt afterwards for even daring to think of him in such a way as though you’ve committed the biggest sin within the Seven Kingdoms. Those hidden desires your heart made didn’t seem so sacrilegious anymore when he held you and looked at you as though you’ve hung the stars that you forged from Valyrian steel against the many shades of midnight blues and blacks upon your canvas that was the night sky; the pale white bark of the weirwood seemed to glow like a beacon beneath the moonlight that bathed you both as though made especially for you.

Without wanting to risk another second of not answering his screaming heart, Daemon tenderly placed his lips against your own, softly at first as though he was fearing this was all an illusion that would soon end with him in his bed and his heart yearning Solemnly for yours to head it’s song. Then when you didn’t dissolve like paper in water, Daemon pressed his lips firmer against your own, heaving a sigh of relief through his nose as his hold on your cheek grew possessive as he allowed his other arm to lead itself to your waist where he pulled you in closer against him until there was not even a spec of space between to two of you. Yet even that didn’t seem to satisfy you as you used the arms over his neck to pull Daemon even closer as you reciprocate the kiss with a vigour on par with his own. The kiss was sweet and supple as ripe strawberries, As addicting as the tangy taste of mangoes and pineapples that when you part for air it leaves your lips tingling for so much more moments like this; kissing gentle promise into one another as your feet lead you backwards until you were pressed against a nearby wall that was covered in vines pressing into your back.

You didn’t care as all your mind was occupied on was how Daemon’s body was pressed against you own, how you could feel the heat from his body mingling with your own as you kept in close proximity of one another. You’ve always wondered what his lips would taste like, it even took presidency within your dreams but nothing could compare to how they felt in that moment, desperate and hot against your own as though he’s been waiting for this day as long as you have; the mere thought of Daemon Targaryen longing for you as much as you longed for him only made your grip on his neck tighten as you felt him oblige in your silent needs as the hand that held your cheek trailed to your throat where it lingered there before taking position as your necklace for the night; drawing you in closer before pulling you away when he thought you becoming too eager for his lips. Finally pulling away, Daemon rested his head against your forehead as you both attempted to catch your breath before matching smiles crossed your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve longed to do that.” He said out of breath as you played with the collar of his shirt, “I think I might have an idea.” You replied, finding yourself all of a sudden unable to meet his eyes but Daemon’s hold on your throat loosened so he could lift your head so you were forced to look into his eyes either way as they shone brightly like a pair of amethysts. “Oh? Pray tell, have I lingered in your dreams like a ghost as you have in mine? Just mere feet from me yet seemingly so far away for me to hold you in my arms? Taunting me in my sleep as you do in my waking life? Holding my heart hostage?” You pressed a kiss against his lips to silence him momentarily before pulling away just as he was about to reciprocate. “Was that enough of an answer for you my prince?” Daemon made a thinking face before using his thumb to stroke against your lips, parting them with ease, “I’m afraid I’m going to need another demonstration.”

#hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagines #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x reader

[suspiciousbluejay]

Random theories, head cannons and predictions for Roots of Chaos books

I have been rereading both "Priory of the Orange Tree" and "A day of Fallen Night" and have been noticing new things and creating my own theories and head cannons. I'm listing these theories from the ones I consider most likely to the lest likely/ones that have the least evidence.

1.) The Earl of Honeybrook (Kits dad) or one of his ancestors was a practitioner of sterren. Samantha Shannon has confirmed that Kabala's last words "beware the sweet water" refers to Kits family. At the beginning of the book its revealed that "The Earl of Honeybrook stood with the other members of the Virtues Council. He did not look troubled by the absence of his son, who he resembled in every way but the mouth, which never smiled.". We know that the use of Sterren affects offspring by making them look identical to the parent. I believe that at some point after A Day of Fallen Night when Kabala regained her strength she decided that she wanted a child to train but instead of taking another child from the priory she chose and Inysh child and taught them how to use sterren.

2.) There is a 4th Siden tree. In A day of Fallen Night, Wulf mentions rumours that there is a valley in the north beyond Hróth where the eversnow melts (I can't find the exact quote -sorry). I believe that this is because there is another siden tree located in this valley and the fire from the siden causes the snow to melt. Apart from this rumour this theory doesn't not have much proof in the book but I believe it because one of the major themes is balance and having 4 trees, one in each main location (North - Hroth, South - Lasia, West - Inys/Nurtha, East - Komoridu) makes sense from a narrative perspective. Also Samantha Shannon has hinted that later books will explore the Hurin in more detail and as we know that there are Hurin in the north beyond Hroth.

3.) The lacustrine legend of "The little shadow girl" will appear as a narrator character/a character in a future book and tells us that the balance of the universe has been disrupted before. The legend of the little shadow girl tells the story of a little girl who "‘In the time before the Great Sorrow, a fire-breather flew to the Empire of the Twelve Lakes and ripped the pearl from the throat of the Spring Dragon". We do not know how much before the great sorrow this legend takes place but as it features a wyrm it means that this wyrm is either the Nameless one (which is not likely as we know when the nameless one first appeared he stayed in the South) or a new wrym which we have never met. We also know that "As the Spring Dragon mourned for her pearl, a most unnatural winter fell over the land". This makes me think that in the very ancient times when the balance was disrupted a diffrent wyrm was created (possibly from one of the eastern volcano's instead of the Dreadmount) stole the pearl which either caused a "unnatural winter" or coincided with the times that sterren was in power (which caused the "unnatural winter"). I think that this legend will play a large role in a future book (possibly the very ancient book with Siati the Dreamer).

4.) The "Melancholy King" for who the "desert of unquiet dream" is named, was affected by sterren not a desert mirage. The king first sees the mirage when he is in his palace which is in the middle of a city. In real life mirages only tend to happen when you are in the middle of a desert not when you are in a city environment. Because of this and the Kings steadfast belief that he is in fact in a dream makes me believe that he was seeing an illusion created by someone using sterren. I don't know who or why someone would do this though.

#the roots of chaos #roots of chaos #the priory of the orange tree 2019 #the priory of the orange tree #a day of fallen night #Samantha Shannon #theorys

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

dragoon theorycrafting: FRESH DRAGOON LORE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SIX YEARS (new Rising story)

SIX YEARS.

FINALLY WE ARE GIVEN A NUGGET OF DRAGOON LORE.

(I'm counting the Stormblood side story in this yes)

HERE HAVE MY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS UNDER THE CUT

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So where to begin? First off, we're setting Estinien to the side and the fact he's drinking off to the side as well. We'll get back to it, don't worry.

MOTHERFUCKING HALDRATH MAKES A GODDAMN APPEARANCE! AND WE ALSO GET A NEW DOT ON THE OVERALL TIMELINE!

Ratatoskr's death is in 545. Twenty years later puts this in 565, which means Haldrath has been witness to the gross rewriting of history that's taken place in Corethas.

(also shoutout to @mariyekos and their Haldrath -> Estinien theory let's gooo~~)

So the first Azure Dragoon's shown up, and he is not in a good way. Nidhogg's Eye (the first) has fused itself to his armor, and is now effectively corrupting Haldrath's flesh. He's beginning to have fits more frequently and intensely --moments where Nidhogg's will threatens to override his own. Haldrath has been a solitary hunter of dragons for twenty years, and he is fucking tired. His will is starting to falter.

He passes out from fighting another dragon, and wakes up a while later to find himself in a tavern. And much to his surprise and pleasure, he's among friends-- one of the original Twelve knights who survived and (wisely, I might add), fucked off once Nidhogg was robbed of his original eyes.

Ser Aureniquart de Cordillelot, who decided to open a tavern, and is insinuated in lore to have been the founder of the Forgotten Knight. It's his daughter Berteline who found Haldrath, and she's been raised on stories of him as the dragonslayer. She wishes to be a dragoon like him too!

Berteline however, admits that she didn't find Haldrath on her own, that a voice that sounded like 'storm winds' led her to him. Haldrath, who has recognized that Berteline has drive and passion, realizes that the young woman's been lured by Nidhogg's eye.

(And here is when we enter the territory of fuckery)

At this point, Haldrath makes a choice. He's doing this on the fly, but also probably had been stewing on his thoughts for a while. He's tired. On his last legs. This is probably not how he wanted to do it, but he's got no choice. And Halone seems to have merciful enough to let him be in a safe and warm environment among friends.

Haldrath tells Berteline that she's heard Nidhogg's voice, that the Eye seeks out those who desire power. That it's fused to him, that it's corrupting him, and he is in danger of becoming the elder wrym's thrall. And if that happens, he will be a mighty threat to Ishgard, which is still finding its feet. He looks Aureniquart in the eye and asks that his old friend, his brother knight, kill him before that happens.

Aureniquart refuses to pick up arms against Haldrath.

(side note: I'm wondering if Aureniquart was possibly Haldrath's First Knight/general 2IC.)

Haldrath, before the Eye tries for the final time to take him, also officially recognizes Berteline as the new bearer of the evil orb and names her his full successor.

Berteline de Cordillelot is now charged as the second Azure Dragoon. We won't have another named Azure Dragoon show up until 761, when Valeroyant fends off Nidhogg. (Valeroyant dies two years later in 763).

We are also given confirmation that Azure Dragoons essentially are on a limited lifespan once they receive the Eye. This possibly gives new meaning to this:

When searched on Google, score is equal to twenty years. Two score and ten equals 50 years. Ere means 'before'.

Basically? 'Your ass will be dead before you turn fifty.'

Which in the story, makes sense because:

Aureniquart has aged. It's possible that by this time, he and Haldrath were in their mid-40s, if they were in their 20's back in 545.

Becoming the Azure Dragoon is a death sentence. And now your mileage is gonna vary, because not everyone's gonna have the same mindset regarding power and duty and protection of Ishgard. We have the door open for some high level shenanigary here! An Azure Dragoon who may not have wanted to pick a successor? An Azure Dragoon who might have been forced into the job?

(No no we're not discussing Alberic don't @ me I'm typing this out on my phone and it's taking me forever WE WILL POKE AT HIM LATER)

Anyroad.

Haldrath feels one final fit coming on, and knows this is the one that he can't fight against. Nidhogg will claim him. He needs to die. He realizes almost too late that Aureniquart can't kill him, because of the bond of love/friendship/battle blood/loyalty to my liege and he's cursing him to suffer another sin. But Berteline steps up to the plate, puts her hands on the spear, and helps her father perform the mercy kill.

Shoutout to @autumnslance for this spot on commentary on THAT:

Aureniquart: Perma-traumatized now. Man gets like twenty years of peace and then it just gets blown outta the water. Had to kill your leige-lord as he lay dying on your floor, under your roof, violation of sanctuary and hospitality and your sworn oath to protect him, to spend your life before his own so he could be safe...

What?

Anyroad. We have one final interesting tidbit.

This...is interesting. Sovereignty has various meanings, but the one that stood out the most to me from Merriam-Webster was 'freedom from external control'. There was also 'supreme power over a body politic', 'controlling influence' and then 'one who is sovereign, especially: an autonomous state'

It's said in lore Nidhogg was dismissive of mankind. And at that point can you blame him? He's lost three siblings to Allag, his other brother's lost his damn mind mooning over some elezen before consensually participating in voreplay, and his sister drank ALL the mortal Kool-Aid.

Oh and baby brother? Is hiding somewhere.

That also possibly has Ascian fuckery hiding somewhere in the depths. What exactly, I don't know what to say or imply. But a good friend of mine pointed out that Nidhogg's attitude towards humans could have been a rather toxic ingredient that could have maybe been added to a growing resentment of dragonkind that had been festering. Maybe old grudges that had been settled by Shiva's sacrifice were coming back from the dead. Maybe mankind was growing too much in the region and was straining natural resources.

We don't know.

Last but not least, Estinien. Nevermind that this man decided to hit up a bottle of Raz-at-Han alchemist-made liquor.

Estinien. Pls.

However there is real world historical context for alcoholic spirits being used to help a body and mind relax so that one can see visions/perform magic. And as I stated one time, we don't know fully about all the changes Estinien has undergone ever since absorbing the remnants of Nidhogg's essence. This could be a random fluke--brought on by unpredictable draconic magic mixing with whatever unholy abomination against the gods concoction this particular Hannish alchemist thought to brew.

(listen Raz-at-Han alchemists fear neither gods, nor man, nor dragons, nor aliens. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT)

But it's definitely interesting to see more of a solid connection between the first and the last Azure Dragoon. Especially since Haldrath hasn't shown up in anything dragoon connected since the level 50 questline, in which he helps you violently snap Estinien out of a Nidhogg-induced frenzy.

Hoping this story leads us to more dragoon stuff, especially considering the class is getting a revamp in 7.0!

#ffxiv #ffxiv dragoon #ffxiv drg #estinien varlineau #prince haldrath #the rising #this took me ages to type out on my phone and im fairly certain i missed a few things but ah well #DRAGOON LORE #six years. six years SE #ffxiv theorycraft #behold i am back on my bullshit

[pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop]

Applin, Flapple, & Appletun

Applin (#840)

Malusvermis wyrm

General Information: Applin are one of the tiniest dragon-type Pokémon in the world, who make their homes inside the core of an apple! To be clear, the wyrm inside (get it, wyrm/worm?) is the actual dragon, not the apple.

Applins weigh in at an average of 1.1 pounds (0.5 kg) and a height of 8 inches (0.2 M), so… they’re the size of an apple! Makes sense.

Shiny Change: The official shiny coloration of Applin and its evolutions has a green apple instead of a red one, while the Pokémon itself remains exactly the same color. This is being changed to the following: an Applin can have any color apple, but the actual wrym of a shiny Applin and family are white instead of green.

Habitat: Applins are originally endemic to Kazakhstan, where apple trees originate from, but spread throughout the temperate climate world by humans as they spread apple trees across the globe. Because of this, Applins have managed to naturalize to many places, basically anywhere that grows apples.

Life Cycles: Applins are laid in clutches of 45-65 at the beginning of each summer, and then hatch in time for the first apples to ripen and fall from trees. When the Applins hatch they will immediately seek out an apple to burrow into and exist in. The bodily fluids that it secretes keep the apple from rotting, but should they need a new one, they will simply burrow into a fresh apple.

The individual qualities of their host apple determine whether it evolves into a Flapple or an Appletun. In theory, the apple acts as a home, a source of nutrients, and camouflage for the Applin inside, but most Pokémon have grown wise to their camouflage, or don’t give a damn. In fact, around 1/3 of any given clutch will survive the first 10 days of life, since tons of predators will snack on Applins, especially birds and frugivores like Noibat and Noivern.

Typically, Applins will evolve once they have eaten enough food, which occurs before winter. In a clutch of 50, maybe 7 will make it to Evolution. Barring Everstones, Applins usually take around 2-3 months to Evolve.

Note: Applins are unable to reproduce in this universe. They are being treated as a larval stage because of the life stage’s extreme emphasis on consumption. If you want to breed your Applin, you must Evolve it.  

Behavior: Applins are shy and skittish by nature, but voracious eaters. They are relatively harmless though, and in captivity they warm up to humans quickly—especially anyone who feeds them apples! As herd creatures, Applins get along well with other Pokémon in captivity.

Diet: In addition to the apple that they exist inside, Applins eat even more apples for nutrition. That’s it. They eat apples and just apples. If they do not have apples to eat, they will starve to death. There is no two-ways around this and no Pokémon food available that will fix this, they are obligate applevores. Feed your Applin some apples, please. An average Applin will eat around an apple a day in the first month, then two apples a day until Evolution.  

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Applins are one of the most popular starter Pokémon in the world, alongside Eevee, due to their easy care, adorableness, their excellent temperaments, their safety, their variable Evolutions, the ease of breeding them, and the fact that they’re tiny little dragons. Amongst Applin trainers, it’s a common custom to name their Applin after a breed of apple—of which there are literally thousands, so there’s plenty to choose from.

The Applin family is one of two all-dragon lines that can be successfully bred in captivity, the other being Noibat. While other programs exist for dragon breeding, they have been met with little success so far. Applins and Noibats are the only dragon-types that make regular appearances in the starter pool.

As for their relationship with farmers, Applins garner mixed feelings. Some farmers, especially in endemic places like Kazakhstan, see them as cute critters that eventually grow up to defend the very apple orchards that they once predated upon, and the farmers have noticed the peculiar effect that apple orchards with a healthy Applin, Appletun, and Flapple herd tend to do better and produce healthier and more delicious apples. In contrast, in other parts of the world, particularly the United States, many farmers see Applins as nuisances and an unavoidable vermin on their crop. These orchards tend to fair worse against other pestilences.

In some parts of Europe, it is seen as a romantic gesture to gift someone an Applin.

Classification: Malusvermis wyrm means “Apple worm/wyrm.”

Flapple (#841)

Malusvermis drakomilos

General Information: Flapple are one of the evolved forms of Applin. It Evolves from Applin when its around 2-3 months old and has eaten enough food to satiate itself. The evolution into Flapple is determined by its pre-evolution’s host apple: if it lived inside of a tart/sour apple, it becomes a Flapple. They can hide inside their armor and look like an apple.

Flapples weigh in at a whopping 2.2 pounds (1 kg) and 1 feet tall. It has a Gigantamax form that it shares with Appletun, reaching over 78 feet tall (24 M).

Habitat: It has an identical habitat to Applin. They live in apple orchards, often seen hanging in the branches.

Life Cycles: Flapples reach reproductive maturity upon evolving, but they do not participate in courtship until the winter has passed. When the first flowers bloom is when Flapples seek out mates, and they lay their eggs in late Spring or early Summer. The males perform elaborate courtship dances to impress prospective mates.  

Flapples are food for many predators, including Snorlaxes, Pinsirs, Ariadoses, and Talonflames. Once Flapples have survived their first winter (and many die during this period), they will almost certainly make it through many more winters to come now that they have all year to stock up on energy reserves. In captivity they have a lifespan of two decades.

Behavior: In the herd, Flapples tend to take on the role of protector because of their flight abilities. They spit acid from the cheeks, and their protective apple layer is used as armor against threats. When their apple armor is damaged, they excrete a fluid that repairs it, but this discolors the armor and turns the spots into a clay color. Flapple who have seen many battles have clay-colored armor.

Diet: Apples. They will also eat pears, peaches, other fruit, and bugs. Now that they are no longer an Applin, Flapples may consume other things, such as Pokémon food available from the local grocery store, but truly the absolute best diet you can give them is just to keep feeding them apples and maybe some other similar types of fruit.

In the wild, Flapples survive the winter by hibernating off and on and subsisting off of energy reserves they acquired as a ravenous Applin. During periods of awakeness, Flapples may consume whatever vegetation it can get its paws on, and have poor diets of leaves, cones (this includes junipers), and conifer needles/leaves—sometimes they even steal from bird feeders. Please understand that these diets are sub-optimal and are winter-only, and come Spring Flapples are incredibly weak and will eat whatever vegetation or bugs are available to them.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Flapples are notoriously excellent orchard guardians who will vigorously defend their apple orchard and their herd from predators. They are also seen on the teams of a lot of trainers worldwide, which makes sense given that they’re starter Pokémon for many folks.

A popular toyline of medieval knights features toy soldiers in Flapple-inspired armor, and many children’s books about knights tend to include a Flapple in the mix of knightly Pokémon.

Classification: Malusvermis drakomilo means “Apple Worm Dragon Apple.”

Appletun (#842)

Malusvermis dulcos

General Information: Appletuns are the other evolved form of Applin. They evolve from Applins when they’re around 2-3 months old, and only when the host apple is a sweet apple. They reach the incredible size of 1’4 feet tall (0.4 M) and 28.7 pounds (13 kg).

It has a Gigantamax form that it shares with Flapple, reaching over 78 feet tall (24 M).

Habitat: Appletuns live in apple orchards or near wild apple trees. They are originally endemic to Kazakhstan.

Life Cycles: Appletun become reproductively mature upon evolution, but do not partake in courtship until the spring. When Spring does come, their courtship ritual is to find flowers and gift them to their prospective mate.

Appletun are predated upon by many things, including Growlithes, Herdiers, Noiverns, Rockruffs, Talonflames, Sevipers, and much more. The nectar they secrete attracts insects, which the Appletun will sometimes eat, and in a pinch they can release a sticky more acidic nectar against unsuspecting foes. The same attraction to bugs also encourages the successful pollination of the apple trees and the survival of the trees’ pollinators.

Once they survive their first winter, Appletuns are generally able to survive many more winters to come. In captivity they have a lifespan of two decades.

Behavior: Appletuns are generally docile creatures that watch over the Applins in their orchard with deep parental instincts, though this only does so much good for keeping predators away since there are so many Applins and quite a lot of predators. They also tend to keep an eye on a tree’s health by investigating the apples that fall to the ground and eating the ones that seem even the slightest bit sickly. This both functions to ensure the Applins get healthier and more delicious apples, it feeds the Appletun, and it minimizes the spread of disease.

Diet: They eat mostly apples, but will eat other fruits and bugs. During winter they hibernate, but during periods of awakeness they will subsist on any vegetation or bugs they can find, such as cones, leaves, grubs, and conifer needles. Trainers can feed their Appletun Pokémon Food from the market, but really if you can, please feed them apples.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Humans have been fans of Appletuns for as long as humans have been around them. Appletuns are great, they make excellent food sources to hunters, they are amicable companions, they’re cute, they’re relatively harmless to humans, they only need apples and bugs to live, they eat flies and maggots, the skin on their back is delicious and grows back and its consumption doesn’t seem to bother the Appletun, and they’re great with children. Kazakh farmers like them because they’re known for tending to the apple trees and ensuring healthy, more bountiful harvests each year, and they’re sister-species, Flapples, are excellent defenders against actual vermin. Because of this, Appletuns are heavily associated with the rise of agricultural societies. They can be found in bakeries the world over as loving companions, kindergartens helping to manage the rowdy kids, and in many households.

An Appletun is the mascot to a popular bakery brand, Appletun Cakes & Pies, who sell pre-made pies and cake mix boxes that can be found at most supermarket chains.

On Tuesdays with Turtwig, the titular Turtwig has an Appletun friend who runs the local bakery, whom Turtwig visits every episode so that kids can get lessons in baking science.

Classification: Malusvermis dulcos, which means “Apple Worm Candy-Dragon.” The species epithet “dulcos” is a combination of “dulcis” (candy) and “dracos” (dragon).

Other: A group of Applins, Flapples, and/or Appletuns can be called a herd, an orchard, a basket, a bundle, or a bunch!  

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#pokemon #applin #appletun #flapple #pokemon irl #pokemon biology #pokemon biology irl #pokemon biology irl tabletop #tabletop homebrew #pokemon irl tabletop #pokemon tabletop #ttrpg #homebrew #pokemon gen 8 #gen 8 pokemon #pokemon sword and shield

[ruthlesslistener]

Thanks for the detailed response to my long ask about Christianity in HK! Oof I didn't realise there were people out there who seriously viewed the Radiance as an innocent victim of the Pale King??? The story would be so boring if it was as simple as "moth evil, wrym good", the ambiguity and questionable moral choices of it all is part of what makes it interesting. Neither one of them are the saviour they thought they were. And I agree, trying to deny the Christian influences/themes in hollow knight seems counterproductive too since they're so deeply embedded in the narrative.

(Also yeah, perhaps organised religious wasn't the correct phrase, I definitely meant it to refer to western Christian organisations, but yeah you're right religious trauma is weird and I wish """those""" types of Christians hadn't tarnished the image of Christianity)

Again, this is a much later ask, but since I've been talking recently about the dangers behind the whole theory about PK being a metaphor for colonizers and Radiance being his victim, I decided to go ahead and post this. Because yes, that is a terrible take that diminishes so much of the story itself, and also because holy fuck that moth is so fucking Catholic. She is literally an angel in the form of a bug. She has halos and feather wings and is a literal cross shape and goes on crusades and kills everyone who doesn't worship her. Not to mention the fact that the Hollow Knight is also literal bug Jesus, but that's a whole other can of wyrms here, with the main point being that calling the Pale King a colonizer/metaphor for the White Man is a really terrible fucking take considering the fact that his opposition is literally so angel-shaped that I thought she was benevolant when I first saw her. Their conflict is closer to two sects of the church killing each other, and trying to stuff the Radiance into representing an oppressed group/religion when she's practically a crusader is. Uh. Kind of a terrible fucking take.

I also don't think that you need to separate the Christian influences from HK's story, even if they weren't a core element of the story. The fact that fictional bug gods are being written through a culturally Christian lens isn't a bad thing- it makes the story more interesting. I myself am a Muslim man who was raised in America, so I don't understand anything other than what I picked up just by being in the USA, but the fact that the gods of Hallownest feel like if the Greek gods got dipped in Catholic-Protestant segregation wars or whatever tf is going on up in Jesustown really makes them fun, distinctive takes on mythos to interact with. Trying to superimpose anything else onto it just doesn't fit, to the point where it outright ruins it

#hollow knight #the radiance #the pale king #for context: anon is referring to a post i made saying how the gods of hk are very heavily influenced by christianity #and how thats great on its own but how the whole story falls to hell city if you try to mix it up without careful consideration of what #the fuck you're doing #anon #reply

[bleachedraven]

Idk why but I really like the Idea of his gem being in diamond position for wrym mode

#suf #steven universe #corrupted steven theory #corrupted theory #corrupted steven universe #corrupted steven au #corrupted steven fanart #wormy boi #oh worm #wyrm boi #wrym theory

[jasmine2042003]

Sweet Pea x Reader - Serpents and Flames - pt 1

Welcome to my newest story! This is a Riverdale Sweet Pea x reader story. WARNING: This could get dark BUT I never end a story in a sad way! Enjoy! Xxx

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Jughead pov

The metal detector started beeping as I walked through, “It’s the pins on my hat,” I said sighing, the guard telling me to take it off and go again, which I did with little resistance. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third.” I heard, looking up at a camera flash and the voice, I saw a girl about my age with pink hair, tan skin and wearing a leather jacket. I looked at her in confusion, “Uh, it’s Jughead actually.” I told her, she smiled and introduced herself as Toni Topaz.

We walked through the halls of Southside High, which seemed to be decorated with graffiti, garbage and what looked to be a shrine. I stopped in front of it, causing Toni to stop as well. “What’s that?” I asked, there was a picture of a family, a burly man with sleeve tattoos, a woman with a delicate smile and a little girl with a big grin on her face and cheery (e/c) eyes. Toni looked at me in confusion, “That’s the (l/n) family,” She told me, as if it was obvious.

I nodded, “Well, what happened, why is this like, a shrine?” I asked and her confusion turned to shock. “You really don’t know?” She asked me, I shook my head and Toni sighed, “I thought your dad would have told you about them.” I shook my head again and asked her to explain. We walked over to the shrine, there were snakes decorating what used to be a water fountain, there were flowers, both dead and alive and what seemed to be letters surrounding the family photo.

“The (l/n)’s were Serpent Royalty,” She started with a small frown, “They had been in the gang for generations, almost since the beginning. All of them married Serpents, their children became Serpents, then their children became Serpents. Until one night, a little over five years ago.” We looked at the photograph once again, “(f/n) and (m/n) were murdered in their own home,” She told me, causing me to look up in shock, “We don’t know who did it, but whoever they were didn’t leave (y/n) a chance.” 

“(y/n)?” I asked, Toni nodded and pointed at the small girl in the center of the picture. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes and (s/t) skin, she had her arms wrapped around her father’s waist, her mother had a hand on her head and they looked happy. “She was twelve when it happened, she had just been initiated but the killer set the house of fire, with her still in it.” I looked at Toni, fear and utter disbelief written across my face. 

“The Sheriff wrote it off as some crazy junkie and the family just living in the wrong house. But the Serpents have a different theory.” I motioned for her to continue, “(y/n) was supposed to become Serpent Queen, she had already been initiated and was going to take over when she was eighteen, the Serpents think someone wanted to destroy that chance and take over themselves.” I had no clue this had happened. Why didn’t anyone report it? Why didn’t dad tell me?

“Because your dad was (f/n)’s right hand, everyone thought he did it,” I was about to protest when she raised a hand and cut me off, “But even he and (y/n) were close, FP loved her like his own. We still don’t know what happened and nobody actually found (y/n)’s body, so people think she escaped or just died somewhere else. Today was actually her initiation day. She would be about our age by now.” She told me, wistfully stroking a finger over the photo of the young family.

“Anyway,” She said, walking through the halls and leading me to a different area of the school that seemed to be the cafeteria. “Here in the cafetorium,” She started, beginning to point at different tables, “Ghoulies sit over there,” There was a group of teenagers wearing studded jackets, “Rival gang, drug dealers, street racers, rumours of cannibalism.” I guess she saw the look on my face because she told me not to ask. 

“And we sit over there. With the Serpents.” She told me, walking over to a table of teens wearing the Serpent jacket, a leather jacket with a snake emblem on the back. I stopped walking, “You’re a Southside Serpent?” I asked, she looked at me like it was obvious, “Why do you think I volunteered to give you the tour?” She asked, so she only offered to help me around because I was FP’s son. 

I told her that I was going to sit on my own, “I’m confused,” She told me, “Aren’t you like, a Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?” She asked me, I told her that I self-identified as a loner. “I’m just going to put my head down and try and get through this, okay?” I told her, she moved closer to me and spoke a little quieter, “Hey, you wanna get through this, you should hang with the Serpents. If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone, they’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.” She told me, before walking off to the Serpent table.

I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my head down, aside from speaking up in English class. Me and Toni were in the Red and Black’s office, when the door opened, revealing a group of Serpents. The guy at the front of the group, Sweet Pea, walked up, he had dark hair and eyes and was pretty tall, he was kind of intimidating. “Topaz. Let’s bounce.” He said, “Jones, wanna come with? We’re going to the quarry.”

I refused, telling him I don’t have my beach bod yet. He scowled and looked rather offended, “What? You’ll ask for help from the Serpents, but you won’t hang with us? Don’t come crawling to us, hat in hand, when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’ kid.” He told me. I looked up at him in defiance.

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favours coming your way.” I told him, squaring up as he started walking up to me. Toni stopped him with a hand pressing against his chest. “Hey, hey! He made up his mind, okay? Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you.” Sweet Pea backed down and looked at Toni.

“We can’t go to the quarry anyway, remember?” He looked down at her, first in confusion, but then it melted into realisation. I looked at them questioningly, “Today is (y/n)’s memorial,” Toni told me, earning a gentle slap on the shoulder from Sweet Pea, “What? He’s FP’s kid, he should know.” Sweet Pea just rolled his eyes and turned and left. Toni left soon after and they headed to who knows where. (y/n) (l/n), who are you?

3rd pov

Sweet Pea, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fogarty walked into the bustling but melancholy atmosphere of the Whyte Wrym, ready for the young Serpent’s memorial service. Drinks were being served by Hog Eye at the bar, everyone crowding around to see him and watch the bartender give a speech. 

“Five years ago, (y/n) (l/n) was initiated and became a fully fledged Serpent, she received her tattoo but was unable to receive her jacket. Her time with the Serpents was too short lived, she was a bright young girl and would have become a wonderful leader if she was given the chance. I remember when she would come into the Wrym with her mom and dad, her smile lit up the room and her laugh was constant.” The older Serpents who remembered (y/n) smiled and nodded in agreement to the bartender’s speech.

Nobody paid any attention to the teenage girl with a neck tattoo entering the bar. “Please join me in raising a glass to the (l/n)’s and (y/n), in hope that they finally saw peace where the are now.” Hog Eye finished, raising his glass and being followed by everyone else, including the Young Serpent Trio. Everyone looked to Tall Boy, the temporary leader of the Serpents, who held a leather jacket with the Serpent patch. 

It obviously didn’t belong to a child, every year since the original jacket was made, it has been sized up to match how big (y/n) would be. They hung the jacket above the bar, where it always was. “Allow me to say, that was beautiful.” Someone said from the back of the room, causing everyone to turn and look towards the door. There was a teenage girl, who looked oddly familiar.

(h/l), (h/c) hair. (e/c) eyes. A gentle smile. And a snake with two heads, tattooed onto her neck. Hog Eye walked over to the girl, looking into her eyes, “I could have sworn...” He started, his voice fading away, “You look just like her.” He muttered. She smiled and nodded, “I am her, Uncle Hog Eye.” She told him, causing the man to stumble back in shock, shaking his head. She raised her hands gently, trying to calm him.

“I know it’s odd, but please believe me, I’ll do a DNA test if you want me to,” She said chuckling. The older Serpents’ eyes lit up at the laugh, it was just like it used to be. Nobody noticed the current leader’s eyes widening, but not in happiness, in complete and utter shock, he turned and swiftly left the bar. 

Barking was heard from outside the bar, the door being opened as the previously tethered Hot Dog ran in and jumped on the stranger. Giggling rang out as the shaggy dog slobbered all over the girl he’d knocked to the floor, “Hi Hot Dog, it’s good to see you buddy!” Everyone looked at the girl, some in confusion, others in nostalgia. One of the older Serpents spoke up, “If Hot Dog knows her, we have to give her the chance.” Hog Eye nodded and helped the girl up, leading her to a back room.

(y/n) pov

I had missed Hog Eye, Hot Dog, FP, everyone. I knew they would be hesitant, I mean, I’ve been presumed dead for five years. Hog Eye led me into a back room behind the bar, there were crates of alcohol around the room and he offered me a seat on one. “What should I call you stranger?” He asked me, I knew he would do something like this, trying to trip me up. I smiled and told him, “Why not call me (n/n),” I told him, using the nickname he called me as a child.

He looked at me shocked, his eyes welling up in tears, “It really is you.” He whispered, I smiled and walked over, hugging around his waist, my head lying on his shoulder. Uncle Hog Eye had always been the strong silent type so this was odd. “What happened?” He asked me, sitting down on the crate with me. I sighed.

“I woke up in the middle of the night, it was blisteringly hot and there was fire everywhere,” I told him quietly, “I didn’t hear anything before that, I didn’t see who did it,” Liar. “I managed to climb out of the window, I burned myself up a little though,” I stood up and lifted my shirt to reveal my ribs and stomach on my left side, the same side of my tattoo. Hog Eye’s eyes widened and he trailed his fingers along the burn scars that ran up my body. If my nickname wasn’t evidence enough, I think this was. 

“I climbed into the tree next to the house, fell and fractured my leg. I knew I couldn’t stay and risk the jackass coming back and finishing the job, I was scared Uncle Hog Eye.” I told him, feeling his arm around my shoulder, gently squeezing me. “I limped halfway to Greendale before I blacked out. Luckily for me, there was a doctor driving home, Gareth Smith, he managed to get me to hospital and I made a full recovery, he is now my guardian.” I told him.

“Well, why come back?” He asked, causing me to give him a hurt look, “Not that you’re not welcome, of course you are (n/n), but it seemed like you had a good life.” I smiled and sighed. I did have a good life, but it wasn’t the right one. I explained my thoughts aloud.

“I was living a good life, sure. But it wasn’t the one I was born for, I knew it was time to come home.” I told him, “And I don’t care if the killer of my parents is still here, I am the rightful heir of the Serpents and I intend to take back my throne.” I told him, my eyes going cold at the memory of the bastard that ruined my life. I know exactly who did it and they will pay.

Flashback~

I picked up the phone, waiting for the man behind the glass to do the same. He looked at me confused as he did so, but FP picked up the phone nonetheless. “Do I know you?” He asked me, I smiled and showed him my neck, I knew that when I was younger, I was the only one who had their tattoo on their neck.

“(y/n)?” He whispered, I smiled and nodded, “You have the same smile, but you should be...” His voice faded and I gave a wry grin, “Dead.” I told him, causing him to flinch. I nodded, “Its fine,” I explained to him my story, including who I knew it was. He looked at me shocked. “Tall Boy?” He asked, I nodded, “Are you sure?” He asked quietly.

I nodded again, “Positive, I saw him with a can of gasoline, running from my house, I might have been twelve, but I wasn’t stupid.” He nodded solemnly. “Don’t do anything when you’re out, I can help you get out, but promise me, you won’t do or mention anything.” 

We had made an agreement, “I’ll see you at home FP.” I told him. The plans have been made.

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Thank you for reading part one of my new series, I hope you enjoyed it!

#riverdale #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #jughead jones #hog eye #fp jones #fangs fogarty #toni topaz #tall boy #southside #southside serpents #serpents #northside #bulldogs #cute #fluff #dark #fanfiction

[vynnyal]

[Based on this]

jfbdkhfj uhh, this. Well that’s an image, I guess. Um. I made it after writing this post to justify posting it, but I think that it only made it worse,,,, so I guess its perfect.

Anyways. I think abt pk’s future sight a lot.

At face value it seems to be a simple cliché - a character ironically causes their ultimate fate in their attempts to avoid or change it. But if that’s the case, it calls into question just how a wyrm’s foresight works and pk’s personal experience with it in the past.

It could be that he merely never had a prophecy before, or that he has and never intervened, thus not learning about the futility of it. More interestingly, it could be that the future he foresaw was just impossible for him to ignore despite his experiences, causing him to do anything in his power to change it. Of course, you then gotta wonder why and how he was so motivated if, deep down, he already knew it was pointless.

On the other side, in a funny, tragic sort of way, it could be that he did actually change the story’s events with his actions… meaning it was entirely his fault things turned out the way it did, and no amount of tragic irony could be faulted for it. He literally messed up so bad that the future became awful in a new, exciting and exotic way. Good job.

But that’s assuming that his foresight is actually accurate, reliable, and consistent. If not, it could be that he just got a bad feeling or… saw flashes of images of things that could be. He starts to sound a bit paranoid, if he didn’t before. And I’ve always been a fan of the theory, that he was ultimately the perpetrator of the entire conflict between himself and radiance, stemming from his single-minded focus on avoiding whatever future he had foreseen. That one is especially fun when you combine the two theories.

On another note, I find it very interesting that wyrm’s foresight is known by the general populace at all. [jk, i was wrong, read the correction here] I have trouble buying that pk would ever willingly reveal such information, if it’s as powerful (or not) as believed. That implies: 1, this was already common knowledge, and was shared by a different wrym (or someone that they trusted such information with…); 2, pk himself shared this knowledge out of some sort of power move, or because he was forced to; or 3, that pk just straight up fibbed or “stretched the truth” to explain his actions and/or grant himself more power in the eyes of his citizens. The last one is hilarious, especially if it was just a reputation thing, because it would really bring to light how much these all-mighty gods have to rely on their followers, and how important it is to maintain their image. Or uh, maintain their worship, at least.

#blabbing.txt #Thonking abt hollowknight #pale king #files this under 'things i wish the game went into more detail with' lmaoo #ngl i really think everyone in the game is a victim of circumstance on some level #especially radiance... which is an unpopular opinion for some reason #but of them all... pk is just a mess lmao. i dont necessarily blame him #but hes definitely the most at fault imo #pk better get some therapy or so help me #also. @ zote post. im not ignoring you im just doing the thing where i convince myself not to respond until i do something cool with it #i mega love the input also curse you because ive sketched a 4 page comic. with zote. sighs. #will i finish? likely not hgdfjghkjdfg

[kadomoni]

sad wrym theory really got me in my feels y’all

#i dont think i can contain myself tbh #give me content rebecca #corrupted steven #corrupted steven theory #su #steven universe #steven universe future

[54fangirl]

What a Time

Requested: [Y]/N - “Another plus size sweet pea one pleaseeeeee”

Summary: Sweet Pea and the reader look back on their time together differently but they always end up in the same place.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Plus-Size!Reader

Words: 2008

Warnings: Swearing, fat shaming, angst

A/N: Alright, already starting off with a shit summary...Hope this is okay, I can’t write endings for the life of me but if you want a part 2, let me know!

Also, lowkey inspired by the song What a time (Feat. Niall Horan) by Julia Michaels

Also I’m writing another request! Send in more you guys! 

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale (CW) or any of it’s characters

Music blasted around her, the air was smokey and reeked of weed and alcohol. It was like every other party in the Southside. Which of course meant Serpents milling around.

Y/N slammed her shot down as the small crowd around her cheered, she looked around the room and recognized kids from school, but couldn’t see any of her friends.

Not that she had any. She’s been on her own for the better part of two months now.

Walking around she notices how her heart starts racing and she feels a bit nauseous, she ignores the feeling. Assumes it’s the shot contest catching up with her. Then her throat goes dry as she spots him.

His tall figure strolls in, immediately commanding the room.

She recognizes that she feels like this every time he’s near, but she doesn’t want him to have any effect on her. It’s not fair. She’ll never have that kind of effect on him.

Not anymore anyway.

***

“What do you mean you don’t like pancakes?! That’s insane!”

“They’re just not my thing, Princess.” Sweet Pea smirked at her across the table at Pop’s.

“Well, I think this date has ended,” She deadpanned sarcastically and started to stand up making him laugh at her.

“You’re gonna leave me over pancakes? That’s what does it?”

“We’ll just tell people it was a difference of opinion.”

They both tried to keep straight faces, but no such luck.

No, there was Y/N and Sweet Pea, laughing their asses off in the back of Pop’s without a single worry.

Sweet Pea looked out the window to see the sun setting before looking back at his girlfriend with a smile, “You wanna see something?”

The same grin spread across her face, “Sure.”

***

“Can you at least try to look like you want to be here?” Toni pleaded with him.

“No, because I don’t.”

“C’mon man, let’s get you a drink, maybe that’ll change your mind,” Fangs pushed him towards the kitchen.

Not likely.

As he walks through the doorway he catches her eyes just in time to watch her duck away.

His entire body tenses.

He hasn’t seen Y/N since they broke up and he really didn’t expect to see her at a party.

There’s been a lingering feeling with him since then, he can’t put his finger on it, there’s just something about their break up that never felt right to him.

It’s not how it was supposed to go...

He’s not really sure how it was supposed to go, but definitely not the way it did.

***

His arm was draped around her shoulders, pulling her into him as they walked through the park.

“I’ve been to Pickens Park before, Sweets, sorry to be a buzzkill.”

He didn’t say anything, just squeezed her shoulder and pulled her over to the swings.

They sat next to each other facing the forest, the plastic seat digging into her hips.

“Fang’s older sister used to drag us around with her everywhere when we were kids,” he started. “Well- that’s how Fang’s put it, but I’m pretty sure he just tagged along to keep an eye on her. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do, I could only go to the mall so many times before I lost my mind. But she used to bring us here every once in a while and we’d all just sit on the swings for like half an hour before we left. I didn’t really get it because Fangs and I always sat like this and actually used the swings, but she’d just sit at the end and stare off into nothing. I thought she was crazy honestly.”

Y/N chuckled and imagined an annoyed little Sweet Pea trailing after a small and worried Fangs.

“So I decided I’d just ask her- because I was a kid so I thought it was fine to just ask a teenage girl if she was crazy.” He paused, causing her to look at him. He was smiling to himself, enjoying the memory. “And as soon as I got off that swing and walked over to her, I knew she wasn’t crazy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, she was just living in the moment. Enjoying the small bit of peace we get here on the southside.”

He looked behind them, Y/N following his gaze when she stopped.

The most colorful and vibrant sunset she had ever seen sat behind her. Pink and orange danced across the sky, the light blue fading into purples.

She turned around to stare at it.

“Holy shit, Pea- the sky...it’s so beautiful,” Her eyes darted around the sky, trying to capture it all before it faded away.

Sweet Pea, on the other, stared right at her, “Absolutely stunning.”

***

Y/N ducked out of the house as fast as she could once he was in the kitchen.

When they were dating, Y/N was not a party girl.

“Fuck trying to socialize with people, I’d rather stay at the Wrym. Drunk people aren’t fun to be around if you aren’t drunk and don’t know anybody.” She’d say when Sweet Pea invited her to the occasional party.

She supposes that changed after they broke up because now she wanted to be drunk. Drunk, high, asleep- anything to block out the numb feeling that’s been creeping in since they split.

She got to the party late and honestly, she’s not sure how long she’s been there, so she’s not surprised when she steps out into the darkness. She is a little shocked at how cold it is, but now that September has rolled in so have the gusts of wind.

The high waisted jeans cover most of her stomach but the thin material of her shirt and the deep neckline allow a shiver to pass through her body. 

She’s dreading the walk home, but she can’t stay at the party. Not now.

Sometimes, when she’s having a good day, she can think back on their time together and be glad that at least she got that part of him.

But most of the time seeing him and thinking about him just make her sad.

Because she remembers that while she had that part of him, she no longer does.

***

“Did you know Y/N was gonna be here?” Sweet Pea asks his friends, not even looking at them as he searches the room for her again.

“Y/N is here? I haven’t seen her in ages!” Toni looked excited.

“I mean she probably left,” Jughead spoke from where he was leaning against the wall.

“Why would she leave?”

“If none of you have seen her since her and Sweet Pea broke up there’s probably a reason for that,” he shrugs.

“So you’re saying she’s actively avoiding us?” Fangs asked.

“It’s just a theory. I mean it’s obvious why she wouldn’t want to see him. But you guys were and still are Sweet Pea’s friends. She became your friend by circumstance. She probably figures that since you weren’t friends before they dated, why would you be friends with her now that they’ve broken up.”

Neither of them had anything to say. If they had to pick someone in the breakup, they obviously would’ve picked Sweet Pea, the choice was just made for them.

Sweet Pea was listening to their conversation but not really paying attention as he saw a flash of Y/H/C dart out the front door.

“He’s right she just left,” he told them. It only took a second before he was going after her.

***

The pair began dating right as the school year was ending and going into the second month of summer, they were still going strong.

The two were inseparable, practically clinging to each other.

But like with everything else in Rivedale, everyone had an opinion on it.

“I just don’t understand why they’re together.”

“She can do so much better than being a serpent’s slut.”

“He’s hot, why is he with that cow?”

“I get that big girl’s need love too, but did he really need to be the one to give it to her?”

“I guess if those are his standards anyone has a chance.”

And it’s easy to say that none of it affected them or their relationship, but you can only hear that your relationship doesn’t make sense so many times before you start to question it for yourself.

Which is what led them to fight in his trailer.

“I don’t know what you want from me!”

“I want someone who doesn’t look at every girl besides me!”

“You know that isn’t true...”

“Look, Pea...” Y/N paused, “maybe it’s time we accept that this isn’t working...”

“What?! No! Y/N, you can’t-”

“We don’t make sense, Sweet Pea!” She yelled.

He sat there, too stunned to reply let alone reassure her that they did make sense and they could work out whatever needed to be worked out.

She took that as her cue to grab her stuff and leave.

He took to being Josie’s booty call soon after that and it was set in Y/N’s mind.

All of their relationship, all the sweet words, and promises of forever...it was all a lie.

***

Y/N made it to the end of the street before she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She was a bit too lost in her memories to hear them before.

“Y/N...” The voice made her spine go rigid, but she couldn’t freeze.

Just keep walking, pretend you didn’t hear him and maybe he’ll go back to the party...

She tried to tell herself, but it only took that small amount of time for him to catch up with her instead.

“Y/N, c’mon, at least talk to me.”

“Nothing to talk about, Sweet Pea.”

“Are you avoiding Fangs and Toni?”

Well- that wasn’t what she expected. “Kind of hard to avoid people who don’t talk to you.”

“They were at the party. Toni wanted to see you before you ran out-”

“Sweet Pea,” he stopped next to her as she stopped walking, “you know why I left. So why the hell are you following me?”

He paused before looking her over, “You look good. I miss you.”

They let the three words hang in the air before Y/N scoffed and started walking again.

“What? I can’t miss you?” He spoke, following her again.

“Not if you’re gonna lie about it.”

“Who’s lying?!”

“You!” She flipped around and shoved a finger into his chest. “You were always lying!”

“Name one thing I lied about!”

“Loving me!”

They were both quiet.

“I never lied about that...” He whispered.

“Well, you moved on pretty quick for someone supposedly in love.”

“I was trying to get over you!” They were back to yelling at each other as they walked through the southside residential streets.

Soon enough they made it to her house.

“I’m going inside, Sweet Pea.”

“Wait- just let me say one thing and then you can go back avoiding me.” When she didn’t make a move to go inside he decided to keep pushing through, “Talk to Toni and Fangs again,” that made her eyebrow go up, ”they miss you too. I get it- I was a shitty boyfriend. I’m not denying it, the more I think about it there were definitely times I should’ve stepped up and I didn’t. Not that I’m completely to blame- but I’m not trying to start another argument. I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t lying. Just don’t punish them for something they didn’t do.”

He turned to walk away when she called out to him.

“You said love...”

“What?”

“You said ‘I love you’, present tense, not ‘I loved you’, past tense.”

“Trying to move on doesn’t always work.” He gave a soft smile.

“So you’re not madly in love with Josie?”

He shrugged, “She was using me for a good lay, I was trying to find someone who could make me feel anything like I do with you.”

“And?”

“Nothing could ever compare to you.”

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Understanding || Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: Penny’s drug dealing forces you to tell Sweet Pea a secret you’ve been hiding.

Requested: No

Warnings: Mention of drugs, mention of death by overdose, some swearing, angst, fluff.

Authors Note: This probably sucks and it’s really long, so props to you if you read the whole thing. 

As the Christmas season rolled around Riverdale, the Southside Serpents continued their yearly tradition of giving back to the southside community. It was a half day at school, so as soon as the last bell rang the young serpent teens made their way to the Whyte Wrym. They contributed in many ways such as meals on wheels and toys for tots. Honestly, it was your favorite time of the year. You loved being able to participate in something that provided such joy for you as a child.

You and your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, sat on the stage of the Wrym packing meals for families while Toni and Fangs stood at the pool tables wrapping gifts for children. Jughead, Tall Boy, and FP stood at the bar having yet another conversation where FP shut down Jughead’s advances to help. You didn’t know why Jughead has been so persistent, but you could tell it was bothering him.

“What’s that about?” you asked Sweet Pea, nodding your head towards the 2 older Serpents and the newest recruit.

“Hell if I know, probably Jughead being his whiny self.”

Rolling your eyes, you chided him, “He’s not whiny Sweets. It’s just…”

Before you could finish your explanation about your theory of Jughead’s ‘whining,’ FP interrupted, “Sweet Pea, you’re with us.” Sweet Pea glanced at you and shrugged his shoulders. Tall Boy patted his back, leading Sweet Pea to place a quick kiss onto your forehead before following FP and Tall Boy out of the Wrym.

You sighed and picked up two oranges. You walked over to Jughead and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I lost my meal packing partner and I’m in dire need of another.” Jughead looked down at you as you placed the oranges over your eyes making a funny face. He chuckled and placed his arm over your shoulders, leading the two of you back to the stage to finish your work.

The next day, Jughead called a meeting with his fellow Serpent teens. The group of you met around a bonfire, if you could even call it that considering the fire was not in a pit, but a trash can. Fangs, Sweet Pea, and you were perched on a couch. Sweet Pea had one leg resting on the table in front of your seats while your legs were placed over his other one. The two of you played with each other’s fingers as Jughead spoke, officially calling the meeting to order.

“Penny Peabody has my dad dealing drugs. I know this, because she had me doing it before him.” You stopped playing with Pea’s fingers as your heart slowed down a bit. “Now, she’s roped in Tall Boy and Sweet Pea.” At the mention of Sweet Pea, you brought your hand away from his, staring at him in disappointment.

“Man, if you’re pissed because your old man tapped me instead of you.”

“No, Sweet Pea,” Jughead paused, “I’m pissed because I don’t want the serpents to end up like the Ghoulies, and I doubt that any of you became Serpents just to be at the beck and call of a drug queen pin. I know where this ends. Death. Jail. Which is why, in the interest of self-preservation, we have to take out Penny.”

You balled your hands into fist, agreeing with Jughead. Sweet Pea however, had thoughts of his own, “The Snake Charmer’s helped some of us.” Fangs and Sweet Pea shared a look, the two having to depend on her before. You on the other hand, also knew what drugs could do to someone. Could do to a family, and that was why you joined the Serpents, because they refused to bring drugs into the equation.

“Oh yeah? And what does she ask for in return Sweet Pea? Huh?” Jughead challenged. Sweet Pea placed his one leg on the ground as he leaned forward. He placed his elbows on his knees and laced his hands together. “How many favors?” Both Fangs and Sweet Pea squirmed a bit realizing that maybe Jughead had a point.

“Now if we don’t take out Penny tonight, she is going to get every single one of us in on this.” He said as he enunciated each word. “I promise you. I promise you Sweet Pea.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing. You so desperately wanted him to understand. He knew what drugs had done to your family and he needed to know that this wasn’t okay. “What I’m asking is, are you willing to risk your necks to save my dad’s life?”

Yes, you thought. You couldn’t save your own parent’s lives, but if you could help save FP’s life then you’d give anything to do that.

Toni glanced at her fellow serpents, a sneer on her face. She stood and addressed the crowd, “What is the first law?”

“No Serpent stands alone.” Sweet Pea said. He squeezed your hand back before standing, “I’m in.” You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you looked at Sweet Pea in thankfulness.

“Me too.” Toni added.

Everyone stood and slowly began to walk closer to Jughead as Fangs announced, “Let’s do this.”

“Dammit Sweet Pea, you aren’t fucking bulletproof.” You barked. “Did you even think about the consequences?!”

While Sweet Pea had came around about the whole Penny drug dealing problem, you were still pissed off at him for doing it in the first place. He didn’t seem to understand what drugs had done to your family, and the fact that he willingly joined FP and Tall Boy on their drug adventures proved to you maybe he didn’t care either.

“I thought about what would happen to me if I said no!” He argued back, “So yes, I thought about the stupid fucking consequences.” Sweet Pea’s voice was low and challenging. He didn’t want to be having this argument with you, yet here you were, not letting it go.

Your eyes welled with tears, thinking about how you haven’t seen your mom in years. You didn’t know what you would do if Sweet Pea was caught and thrown in jail as well. “Obviously not, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it.” You didn’t sound like you were struggling to hold back a break down. You sounded strong and thoroughly pissed.

“Fuck y/n, I don’t know what you want me to say! I’m sorry? Well, I’m sorry for not coming to you with every decision I have to make.” Sweet Pea snarled, tired of this argument. He was on your side about this, he didn’t understand why you couldn’t just let it go.

“You don’t understand Pea. If,” you let out a shaky breath, “You know that my mom’s in jail right now for drug use. My little sister is in the foster system because my mom couldn’t go one day without using. My dad,” your eyes spilled over with tears as your voice shook. You hadn’t told anyone this yet, not even Sweet Pea. Your lips quivered as you tried to explain to him, “My dad overdosed Sweet Pea. No one was there. No one could save him.”

Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, finally realizing the weight of this argument. You violently wiped away your tears. Sniffling, you tried to contain your breaths. You didn’t like Sweet Pea seeing you like this.

You hated the feeling you’d get of breaking down in front of someone. The feeling of disappointment. You had put up a wall, not letting anyone see that things did bother you. You wanted so badly to give off the allusion that you just didn’t care. That you were fine with living alone, and that you didn’t need anyone to take care of you. That the words people said about you had no impact once so ever. You even wanted to give off the allusion that you didn’t care for Sweet Pea as much as you did. If he knew how in love you were with him, how much you depended on him, how he was your life line, you knew for sure that he’d run.

Sweet Pea reached for you, bringing you in close. You sobbed into his chest, fisting his t-shirt into your hands. You had finally let it out. You carried around this secret for years, afraid of telling anyone. Telling made it reality, and reality was a shit show.

Sweet Pea’s heart broke. He knew he screwed up, but he was secretly thankful that he had. If he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have opened up to him like you did.

He picked you up and carried you to the couch. He sat down with you straddling him. He rubbed his hands up and down your back as you buried your head into his neck. You had finally calmed down, not being much of a crier led to very short breakdowns.

You stayed there in his embrace, not wanting to move. His fingers drew random shapes on your back and you could feel his breath on your head. You coughed a bit, ridding your throat of the scratchiness that came with crying. Sweet Pea pulled you even closer as he tightened his hold on you. You meant the world to him, and he needed you to feel his love for you.

You decided that you had already opened up to Sweet Pea, so you might as well let him know how you felt. You leaned back, resting your butt on his thighs. “Sweets, I need you to know that I’m not mad at you, or disappointed. I was just scared. I know I’m usually the one to laugh off any feeling talk, but I have so many and I need to tell you them.” You carefully placed your hands on his cheeks. Your thumbs glazed over his calloused skin, as you placed your heart out in front of him.

“For so long you’ve been my rock Pea. Even when everything seemed fine and you had no idea that I was dying on the inside, you were there. From a simple smile to making sure I got home safely. Sweet Pea, I love you. I’m so desperately in love with you that it scares me. And telling you this now, scares me even more.”

“Why?” Sweet Pea asked, placing his hands over yours as he brought each of your fingertips to his lips.

“Because I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I’m so scared that you’ll realize there’s too much baggage with me, or that you’ll realize you don’t want me the way I want you. The way I need you Pea.” You brought your eyes down, avoiding eye contact with him. You felt so vulnerable, like a scientist had laid you out on his table to be dissected.

Pea’s eyebrows scrunched together. How could you not see it? How could you not see that Sweet Pea needed you just as much as you needed him. You were the only truly good thing in his life. “Y/n, babe, look at me.” He stated. Slowly you brought your eyes up to meet his. Your heart pounded in your chest, ready to bolt at the first sign of him leaving you.

“I love you so fucking much, and the fact that you think I’d run hurts.” Your lips trembled as he dragged his thumb across them. “I’m not going anywhere. God,” he kissed you in a way that left your mouth agape, your mind losing all focus on anything but the way his lips felt against yours. “I love you.”

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