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stripperblvd · 2 years

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Eddie munson x reader

Let’s give him a happy ending. He survived the upside down because fuck those bats, hopper comes back and clears Eddie’s name.

So he’s sitting his finals (or whatever it is to graduate in the USA), and his thoughts are how this seems harder than the upside down.

BUT HE GRADUATES - The reader sitting in the audience with Dustin and who ever else just screaming and cheering when he gets his diploma. (Now just picturing him with that graduation hat on - would it fit over his hair?!?)

Warnings: ST4 VOL 2 SPOILERS: slight gore bc of those damned bats, some angst but all happy endings. Word Count: 3.8k

Note: This boy is the absolute purpose of my existence. I didn’t think metalheads could get any cuter and then bam, Eddie Munson.

A painful yell leaves your lips as you watch the love of your life fall on his back, those pesky rabid bats circling above him before one plunges at his side, tearing his soft milky flesh, coating it in a stream of blood. You ignore Dustin’s warnings, blood pumping with rage as you instruct him to stay, get another rope for your return and charge straight into the place where your boyfriend is currently being attacked. Your eyes are running with tears, throat sore with all the screaming you’ve been doing. The boy that you had seen playing guitar, in honor of the fallen, innocent cheerleader you both had met prior to her death, was now laying in a growing pool of his own blood, wrenching your heart as you heard how desperately he needed you.

“Y/N!” your name falling from his lips, a scared look engulfing his once beautiful face. All you could see was that same frightened young man, who looked to you for help, for protection, for love, warmth and care. Your hand reaching for the vodka bottle you had forced Nancy to let you keep, thanking your instincts for preparing for the worst. The venom in your body spurting even more as you reach for your lighter, allowing the orange flame to grow into a much larger one by engulfing the cloth at the bottle’s neck. However your plan isn't to throw the now lit bottle, choosing instead to set it back down for a second, grabbing a second cylinder from your bag, your enormous pepper spray can. “GET READY MOTHERFUCKERS” you seethe, once more lighting the small lighter and spraying your canister directly behind it.

You can barely see your bleeding partner, two large gashes on his stomach and scratches all over. The flame created by the two items in your hand burning your eyes and nostrils, the putrid smell of burnt pepper spray and liquor surrounding you. But it works, the bats flying so fast that way over half of them are burning in mid air, screeching and batting away trying to relieve their crisp skin. Many are now flinging themselves at the ground. Twisting and writhing in horror at what you’ve just done to them. “NO!” your ears catch the weak warning of your boyfriend as you watch the remaining bats now swarming towards you, their noises so shrill that your ears are damn near bleeding. “Not today bitches.” you spit at them, grabbing the now burning bottle and ignoring the way your hand twitches at the pain from the heat.

Your eyes are set, waiting for the bats to get close enough for your last move. Your heart cries with Eddie as he tells you to run, to save yourself. Trying his hardest to get the attention from the bats back on him. But you wait, ready to bait. The group of bats has to be under 50, your shot has to be perfect if you want it to work. “Come get it you bastards! COME ON” you’ve never been known to seek violence out so much. But your heart was fueled by revenge, the need to protect Eddie, a hatred was deep inside you, and it went against all harm towards him. You ears are deaf, your gaze focused, and as you grab the bat from your side, you throw the bottle up in the air, crushing it to bits as you swing the wooden object in your hand, the weigh almost featherlight as it blasts right through the liquor, sending the rest of the bats into a frenzy to avoid getting burned and failing miserably.

You finally let the breath of subconscious concentration out, not noticing how long you had been holding it for. Instead you race towards Eddie, his long body weak and heavy on the cold ground, his shirt covered in blood and his mouth dripping some as well. It hurts to see him like this, thinking back to just last week, when you were back in his trailer, in the comfort of his bed, his unruly black curls were spread out on your chest, tickling your neck as he lay on you, humming softly, those big round brown eyes drifting in and out of consciousness. You remember the words exchanged between the two of you as you fell to your knees, cradling his trembling body on your lap.

“You can’t leave Y/n” he whispered softly, eliciting a little grin from you. “It’s almost 2 in the morning baby boy, I wouldn't even if I wanted to.” you sigh, looking down to the precious scene before you. You watch his curls bounce slightly as he shakes his head. “I mean it, never ever, you can’t leave me because I don’t know what to do without you. I’m less than nobody if you’re not here.” that beautiful soft tired voice sounds out. You frown, knowing this was one of those nights where Eddie needed more love, his insecurities sometimes getting the best of him even if he was right here as he was, practically clinging on to you like a lost child.

“I’m never leaving you baby.”

“I’m not leaving you, I'm not, breathe baby breathe, I’m right here.” You tilt his head slightly, making sure he’s not choking on any blood that could bubble up from his throat. You can tell his body is shutting down, going into shock from the loss of blood, the heat draining slowly from his body as his skin goes paler than usual, looking almost blue. He’s crying, wishing you’d leave, wanting to tell you that he’s not worth it, to save yourself because he knows his time is over. “Please..” his voice is weak, heart breaking as he watches your own eyes flooding with salty tears. You can barely see into his trailer, but you can see the door wide open, a new makeshift rope is hanging from the ripped opening that hangs from the trailer's roof top and a limping Dustin trying his best to carry a ladder into the small home. Your peripherals catch a glimpse of three running figures, heart blazing. You still have time, you can make it.

“No, now you listen to me Edward Munson, you’re going to stop this behavior right now. Listen to me! Keep your eyes open baby, we can still make it, you understand me? I’m gonna get you help my love,you're going to be okay. I promise but you need to help me so I can help you sweetheart. All I need you to do is just-” your voice was drowned out, Eddie only nodding before going unconscious, the pain becoming too much for him to bear.

You sit softly right beside the gray colored bed. Groaning softly as your back slowly becomes sore at the new movement. You open the can of Vaseline that’s in your hands, dipping your finger into the oily substance and gathering a small pebble of it. You close the can again, careful to not let it make too much noise as you set it back down on the small stand right next to the bed. You reach towards the covers, gently grabbing Eddie’s hand and guiding it so that it’s closer to you. You begin to rub the substance on his wrists, gently massaging the skin that had been scratched by the metal handcuffs that Hawkins PD had placed on him even before he got a chance to be looked after. Whenever you’re not receiving treatment for the amount of fumes in your body, to which you credit to “a bunch of cans lighting on fire by accident.”, you’re here with Eddie, making sure he's being taken care of.

The only difference today, even a week after everything that happened was that you finally got to see those adorable brown eyes open. You let out a broken sigh, making sure to cup his face so he knows where to focus. “Hi baby.” you sob, letting your emotions take over you. Overwhelmed with the assurance that Eddie was safe. Alive. He was here and he was okay.

“Y/N” his voice is raspy, drawing a small broken laugh from you as your mind races back to all those mornings that he woke up with you, that same voice greeting you every time. “What happened?” he asks, intently watching you lift yourself from the chair, sitting at the edge of the bed to have better access to his face. He was met with many small kisses, your lips pressing all over his face and hair, letting him bask in your adoration before you filled him in. He mustered the strength to lift his arms, lazily laying them on your back and thigh as you lips met, a soft but passionate kiss reciprocated from both of you.

“ You passed out, Nancy said your wounds weren’t very deep but the blood loss was making you weak. Harrington and his friend, that Robin girl, carried you into the trailer. We got you strapped to a backpack and clipped that to another rope on this side to pull you from where you were. We drove you here from the trailer and those dumbass officers tried to put you under arrest. But Hopper helped you out,” you explain, stroking his cheek and forehead with your thumbs lovingly. You spoke softly, letting him process everything. He nodded, frowning a little as he spoke up. “Who’s Hopper?” a small look of confusion set in his face as he tilted his head, your heart exploding with how cute he looked. You smile at his antics, “Do you remember that magic girl? Her dad, the old grumpy sheriff of the town, remember? He supposedly died when the mall thing went down. But, with a little evidence from the Sinclairs and Nancy, they found out Jason cheated on our little Chrissy, so they just went public with a story.” You paused, again letting him take it all in, especially the part about Chrissy’s shitty boyfriend, knowing exactly how he was feeling. Because it was the same anger that had overtaken you when you found out.

“So what's the story now?” Eddie frowned, surprisingly enough keeping up with everything he was being told. “Well, supposedly Jason was paranoid that Chrissy found out, thinking she cheated with you. He hunted us three down, then when he found out Nancy’s friend was the one who took the picture he went after him too. They’re pinning his friend’s death on him as well, along with kidnapping and attempted murder for Red, assualt for the Sinclairs, and his other jock strap is getting like 18 months for assault of a minor for Erica. ” You laughed, thinking how believable the whole story was, knowing it would probably still be twisted to make Jason look like a lost soul. But before Eddie could once again respond to you, a small man, wearing a gray suit and carrying a thin folder of papers walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mister Munson, but I come from the Hawkins board of education, if you could spare a minute?” His voice was soft but stern, looking intently at Eddie who in turn looked like a deer in headlights. “Y-Yeah su-sure” he stuttered , trying to sit up and being met with your frown and a shake from the man before him. “That won’t be needed, I’m simply here to let you know that, in light of the current events, the Hawkins High committee has agreed to, if you’d like, and are able to, schedule you for a year concentration final. If you’re able to pass the test on these subjects,” he pauses to hand you the folder, one that you now know contains the key points to graduate for every class. “ You will be awarded your high school diploma, with a B average transcript and of course, walk the stage in a few weeks to graduate with the class of 86’. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Hawkins would never make up all the cruelties they subjected Eddie through, but this sure was one hell of a way to start. You thought of all the possibilities, an idiotic smile plastered on your face as you look back at your boyfriend, who’s mouth is wide agape.

“Y-Yes! That’d be awesome.” he sputters, not knowing what else to say, mentally slapping himself for sounding so…him. The man grins, clapping his hands together, “Very well, I’ll let the school know, please be advised that the test is going to take place on the morning of wednesday June 11th at 11 am sharp, it’s recommended to arrive 15 minutes earlier to prepare for the test itself. Have a good one, the board wishes you a very speedy recovery.” the man walks out, leaving both of you speechless as you squeal, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's head. You can feel his smile, his face pressed awkwardly against your boobs but you’re too excited to care. You finally pull away, almost crying at the gorgeous smile he wears. “I’ll help you study, yeah? Everything is going to be okay, love, I promise.”

Study you did, and as the morning of the 11th started to lift, the quiet rumble of Eddie’s van appeared in the Hawkins High parking lot, students and staff alike watching as you step quickly out of the car and circle the other way. Your arms open the back passengers door as you reach for the pair of long crutches and pull them out. You spot a familiar figure, the short cap clad boy running towards you. “Need a hand?” Dustin smile’s, his face lighting up at the sight of you. You smile back at him, nodding, “Yeah just hold these for me while I help Eddie out.” you chime, handing the abnormally long crutches to the boy, comically cursing your boyfriends lanky stature. Speaking of which, the door opens to reveal a smiling Eddie, who wraps an arm around your shoulders to support himself while he gets out. “Henderson!”

“Heyyy!” The two boys greet each other, Dustin helping Eddie with his crutches while you close the door behind him. He walks with you two to the office, having to slow down significantly to be sure to keep pace with Eddie, who all though was making a steady recovery, still was disadvantaged by the healing wounds on his abdomen, the bandages showing slightly when he raised his crutches to walk. Once more the stares of guilt and almost sadness followed you three, fortunately ending when you walked into the office.

“Says here you’re an “allowed attendant” what in god’s name is that?” the secretary questions, seemingly still as nonchalant to the events that have transpired. “Means I can stay in the room with him, only to supervise him medically, make sure his bandages don’t soak through or that he’s not in discomfort.” she sighs, muttering an okay and giving you a signed visitors pass to present to the teacher administering Eddie’s test.

You wave Dustin goodbye, and walk Eddie into the room where Mr. Tassel and Ms. Dennis are waiting. You give them your stamped visitors pass and they instruct you where to sit, Ms, Dennis taking a seat where she can see you both to make sure Eddie doesn’t receive any extra help other than the state issued keys given to the students. You can't help but feel annoyed once more at the stares as the current seniors walk in, some stopping mid conversation to direct wide eyes at your boyfriend, other starting conversations, likely about the two of you.

The test seems to drag on, luckily Mr. T is nice enough to lend you a book, allowing you to kill time by reading about the different plants that are used medicinally. Occasionally you’ll turn to Eddie, making sure he’s not fiddling with the bandages on his stomach, an incredibly bad habit that he picked up in the hospital when he was bored. Instead you were met with the cutest little face of concentration, his eyes squinted at the paper in front of him, his lips slightly opened to let his tongue stick out in an adorable manner. You watched his pencil scribble an answer that he was satisfied with, before turning the page over to one of the last questions in the packet. Eddie’s mind was filled with a mix of stress, confidence and nerves. He thought back to all the time he spent in the upside down, thinking it surely was nothing compared to what was presented to him on this page. How the fuck was he supposed to remember the name of the guy who splattered JFK?? What do you MEAN find x? All these thoughts ran around his head making it slightly harder to remember everything you had studied with him, but nonetheless he powered through, wanting to make you and everyone else proud.

The day had finally come, you watched your lanky boyfriend in the mirror, finishing the last touches of his hat before turning to him. “Here, this should make it easier to rest on that big ass head of yours.” you laughed, so deeply entertained by the look he gave you. “Babeee, my head isn’t big it’s just my hair.” he whined, pouting at you until you got the memo, bending slightly to meet your lips with his. He smiled into your lips, cupping your jaw to deepen the sweet embrace. Another whine left his lips when he felt yours parting, standing up fully to help him up. His recovery was solid, but his abdomen was still sensitive meaning he had to still be mindful of how he sat, stood, laid. You had resolved to simply laying him on your stomach every night, making sure your legs wrapped around him enough to prevent him from moving around. Your happiness still through the roof, ever since the monday after Eddie’s test, when you received the word that he had passed his final with a 79 out of 100, giving room to bump his overall score to a solid B-

You sat in the sunny pastures of the football field, with you was not only Wayne, but the Hellfire club, the Wheelers and the Hawkins alumni that had a hand in helping you save your boy from the upside down. Your party alone takes up several seats, your excitement barely able to contain itself as you admire how many people showed up for Eddie, your Eddie. Karen and Nancy quickly shush everyone when the ceremony started, a small moment of silence in honor of all the students that had lost their lives this year. A small tear left your eyes as the principal mentions Chrissy, your heart breaking for the poor girl. You and Eddie might’ve not known her long at all, but in your hearts you knew the poor thing deserved better, better than her boyfriend, better than her torments, and better than her untimely death.

You watch as file after file of students are called up, small cheers and claps held for everyone that is presented with their emerald green folder, indicating their successful completion of high school. Your leg speeds up as you see a big fluff of black curls stand up, walking happily along with his line. The anticipation kills you, watching as Eddie takes his place at the very end of the tail leading to the stage, meaning he would be the very last of the M names to be announced. The party’s overwhelming excitement was starting to show in everyone’s face, each and every single person ready to jump up at the very mere thought that Eddie’s name would be announced.

“And finally, Edward Mun-” the principal’s projected voice is cut off by an enormous uproar. Your feet jump up as your tears spill across your face, Eddie’s surprised yet grinning stare pulls at your heart as you watch him stop for a second, diploma in his hands, and his eyes set on the group of people that cheered just for him. You can hear Dustin’s “hell yeah”’, the clapping of Nancy, Steve and Robin, the whistle of Mr. Wheeler as his wife swats his shoulder, urging him to keep some composure. And at last your brain registers an arm draped across your shoulders, THE Wayne Munson, silently crying by your side, exploding with pride at his newly graduated nephew.

You catch a glimpse of the staff’s frowns, your 5 seconds of roars now calm as you all sit back down, the principal furring his eyebrows as he continues onto the next set of last names. You smirk at the teachers, knowing that Eddie is just as happy to leave this hell hole as they are to see him go.

The ceremony finally finishes, teary teenagers hugging each other, knowing they won’t see most of these faces in the next few months. But for you, you can’t help running up to your boyfriend, engulfing him in your arms, more cries spilling from your eyes as you guide him towards the group of people waiting for them. His eyes twinkle with their own small drops of tears as he gets swarmed by Hellfire, the boys cheering happily as their Dungeon Master holds his diploma up. He reaches over to Erica, giving her a high five and breaks away from the group to step towards Wayne, who’s yet again trying to hide his red cheeks and watery eyelids. They embrace, and you hear Wayne as he speaks to his nephew, “So damn proud of ya boy.”

Nancy, Steve and Robin are the next in line, Nancy and Robin handing him a gift wrapped in paper that's decorated with small little flames and guitars. You roll your eyes as Steve and Eddie clap hands, “bro hugging” and laughing as Eddie ruffles Steve’s hair, claiming that to be Eddie’s present from him. Lastly, Eddie is approached by the Wheeler parents, shaking hands with both of them before being told to head over to theirs for a small gathering.

“All of this for me?” Eddie turns to you, hugging you so that no one notices how he’s slowly losing his composure, overwhelmed with how loved and appreciated he feels right now. He’s never had this, not outside you and his uncle, and no one except you would ever know how much this truly meant to Eddie, even if it was just a small barbecue, with a crooked “congrats eddie” banner, a homemade cake courtesy of Dustin’s mom and some small gifts in a little basket in the corner of the food table. Even if it was still that, it was his, it was all for him. Everyone here was celebrating him, there weren't any stares and whispers like in the ceremony, no hurtful remarks, no one was calling him a freak, a weirdo, useless. Every person that approached him came with a smile, a handshake, and words of encouragement. “All for you baby, you deserve this.”

You hug him tight, pulling apart for a sweet kiss that, unbeknownst to you, Nancy captures with a beautiful photograph.

I had way too much fun with this request, this alone is 7 google doc pages, and damn near 4 THOUSAND words, likely the longest fic I’ve written to date that wasn’t a series!

7-2-22

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #st4 vol2 #stranger things #eddie #munson

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atopvisenyashill · 5 months

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can you rank the great houses? 😊

obviously this is just my opinion on them, etc etc also thank you for this ask i love lists alskjdfj

9. House Arryn

Constantly dying off but they had a lesbian and a milf as rulers once so they have that going for them. House Royce is cooler, GIVE ME MORE BRONZE YOHN I'M READY FOR HIM!!!!

8. House Lannister

I’m sorry but They Are Just Fine. When I’m reading their chapters I feel something and then I mostly forget about them after I'm done. I wish we had a real Dance era book mostly for Joanna and Tyland tho.

7. House Tyrell

I think it’s really funny that they are upjumped stewards and the whole Reach has been pissy about it for generations. Mostly exist for other characters to project onto but by god do they reflect back in fun ways. I want to meet Willas so bad but I’m positive if we meet him he’ll die soon after so rip me!!

6. House Targaryen

Interesting villain house that George gets too distracted by too often. Lots of fun historical characters, the cyclical doom is amazing to read but Dany’s chapters drag so bad to me at some points and F&B just pissed me AWF. The best ones are usually tied to her magic (prophecy chapters, fever/vision dream chapters) or her dragons in some way and the dragon bond is also what I tend to find most interesting in her ancestors as well.

5. House Greyjoy

I haven't reread Victarian in years but damn Aeron, Asha, and Theon are all as great as I remember so I'm making the decision to put them this high on memory alone. But this family is just a group of the most delusional people ever, struggling in a culture that doesn't allow room for struggle, and the way Euron acts as this black hole of terror for all of them, until finally, finally, there is Asha, not only knowing and understanding that the way she's lived is wrong but going home and dragging everyone else through the dark and into the light with her. Also, their culture is just really fun and cool.

4. House Baratheon

Started by my number two enemy, Orys Baratheon, but damn do I love basically everyone else in this stupid ass House. The House as a whole really plays with masculinity; what it is, the damage you do when you measure up to your role, the lengths they will go to in order to pretend the fault lies elsewhere, craving the pleasures but refusing to deal with the consequences, and all of that fallout landing on their innocent children, dooming them for the next generation as well. I need more Baratheon women tho jfc.

3. House Tully

I literally love that the Tully’s are in canon known as being huge bitter bitches. The most fucked up idea of what family is in the world but by god do these people try, they all try so hard to live up to those words but the price of duty and honor is always the sacrifice of their children for The Family, and not actual protection of their family, and while Hoster recognizes this far too late, his children become determined to do Every Single Thing Wrong in order to be loyal to both The Family and their family. Unpleasant people, I love them so much.

2. House Stark

Taught me what family is!!!! The whole series for them is an examination of the family unit under pressure and how their attempts to stick to their assigned roles (The Mother, The Father, The Heir, The Dutiful Daughter, etc) just makes them completely break under the stress so they discover what's under that - AND IT'S LOVE BITCH. I HATE the analysis that their stories are about rejecting love or overcoming emotion because it all comes back to that moment with Ned in the dungeons, remembering how he chose Lyanna, Jon, and love over honor, the way he chooses Sansa over honor, THAT is the point, for all of them, trying to keep these impossible oaths of honor and ignore love but in the end, the father they venerate chose love because it is not just okay to yearn for love, it is human and natural and good to love others.

1. House Nymeros Martell

LISTEN. WHO ELSE COULD IT BE.

If the Starks are a family desperately trying to find each other again, than the Martells have long been lost. A House defined in its modern day by the violating loss of one of its daughters in a society that doesn't put much worth in losing daughters. It's the themes of justice and vengeance, waiting on the system that is not meant to help you to bring you peace, on the people who are at the outskirts of society finding the line between the overthrow of power and keeping the cycle going, it's STANDING AS AN ACT OF LOVE. For Doran to his Arianne, for Oberyn to Elia in the face of Tywin, for Elia to her children in the face of the Mountain, for Meria and Nymor and Maron and Loreza and Nymeria and Mors, the point is not just to stand up and fight but to stand up and fight for something, to fight for the people who depend on you because there is no one else to do it. A responsibility, a calling, an honor, a horror.

#DORAN NYMEROS MARTELL CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!#asks #anons #getting on my soap box #this was fun to think about why i love them so much. very clear to see i love dysfunctional but loving family dynamics lol #does anyone think it's funny that aegon didn't make the celtigars masseys or velaryons great houses when he took over

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stromuprisahat · 7 months

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Prince Daemon himself would take Caraxes to the Trident ... to find Prince Aemond and Vhagar and put an end to them. Ulf White and Hard Hugh Hammer would fly to Tumbleton ... to assist in the defense of the town and castle and destroy Prince Daeron and Tessarion. Lord Corlys suggested that mayhaps the prince might be taken alive and held as hostage. But Queen Rhaenyra was adamant. “He will not remain a boy forever. Let him grow to manhood, and soon or late he will seek to revenge himself upon my own sons.” Words of these plans soon reached the ears of the Dowager Queen, filling her with terror. Fearing for her sons, Queen Alicent went to the Iron Throne upon her knees, to plead for peace. This time the Queen in Chains put forth the notion that the realm might be divided; Rhaenyra would keep King’s Landing and the crownlands, the North, the Vale of Arryn, all the lands watered by the Trident, and the isles. To Aegon II would go the stormlands, the westerlands, and the Reach, to be ruled from Oldtown. Rhaenyra rejected her stepmother’s proposal with scorn. “Your sons might have had places of honor at my court if they had kept faith,” Her Grace declared, “but they sought to rob me of my birthright, and the blood of my sweet sons is on their hands.” “Bastard blood, shed at war,” Alicent replied. “My son’s sons were innocent boys, cruelly murdered. How many more must die to slake your thirst for vengeance?” The Dowager Queen’s words only fanned the fire of Rhaenyra’s wroth. “I will hear no more lies,” she warned. “Speak again of bastardy, and I will have your tongue out.”

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

The gall of this bitch!

She's one of the instigators of the war, yet she comes to suggest peace as if it were the only thing on her heart. She only does it once her side's losing.

She comes to "beg", yet she dismisses Rhaenyra's loss she and hers caused as if it didn't matter at all, once again insulting Nyra and her family in the process.

Alicent doesn't call only the Velaryon boys "bastards", but Viserys- believed to be dead at the moment- too. It's obvious Rhaenyra's children would be rumoured bastards no matter who fathered them, because *checks notes* they came from that whore, who dared to get in the way of Alicent's ambition.

While all of the Black children's fate was caused by the Greens- Aemond and their allies from Triarchy- Maelor's death was a combination of bad luck (The egg being discovered.) and unmanageability of a mob.

How many more must die to slake your thirst for vengeance? says the woman, who'll be more than willing to sacrifice her only remaining descendant to murder the last of her enemies, she made into enemies by her own fully intentional actions.

#ASoIaF #Fire & Blood #valyrianscrolls #ch: The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Triumphant #Alicent Hightower #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Dance of the Dragons #Greens #V #GRRM #books #quotes #anti Greens #anti Alicent

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rhaenyras · 10 months

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I’m rereading AGOT and the fact that Ned wanted to be the jury and executioner of Cersei’s life and her children’ lives while his sister’s own bastard was never to be subjected to his best friend’s violence or even the one he planned to unleash on Cersei’s children. But Cersei said “bet”.

Ned knew that to flee Robert’s wrath, a eight-years-old child and his baby sister had to be spirited away to exile in Essos, and that was only with Willem Darry’s support and care. He was willing to subject Cersei and her three children to the same terrible fate.

That is why Cersei’s “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark ?” is SO delicious. Ned gets so much praise for warning Cersei before wanting to sell her out but I disagree with that praise. You know exactly the nature of the man you’re dealing with and you think giving one flimsy warning will be enough ?? Ned is absolutely a misogynistic fool. When Robert comes back from his hunt he’ll tell Robert the truth and he thinks Cersei will have enough time to flee with her guard and children and retinue ??

Robert’s wrath followed a pregnant Targaryen woman and her eight-years-old son to their safe harbor on Dragonstone. Fourteen years later, it followed a teenage girl and her unborn child all the way to the Dothraki Sea. Even with a warning, Cersei and her children never would have been safe.

I think this moment truly reveals how different priorities are for noblemen versus noblewomen. For patriarchs like Ned, law, truth, duty, and a patriarchal sense of honor must prevail above everything, even if it comes at the expense of innocent lives. (Cersei and Joffrey may not be innocent, but Myrcella and Tommen are, and Cersei doesn’t deserve to be punished for exercising her sexual agency and escaping her abuser’s control). For Cersei, her children and her safety come above everything else, even if she uses immoral means to do what she thinks will protect them.

And this manifests in the priorities ASOIAF fans have too. Most of them tend to support Ned in this situation and even use this moment to claim that he’s the moral epicenter of the series. No one looks at the patriarchal violence lurking beneath. The fandom want their nice, soft, “there must always be a Stark in Winterfell,” found family version of feudalism, with “legitimate” male heirs, obedient wives, and no magic or dragons, and will accept the death and slaughter of women and children for it.

She was fleeing again. Her whole life had been one long flight, it seemed. She had begun running in her mother's womb, and never once stopped. How often had she and Viserys stolen away in the black of night, a bare step ahead of the Usurper's hired knives? But it was run or die. — ACOK, Daenerys V

I would like to start off with a quote from daenerys, that, just as you said, is the real embodiment of what ned stark was gonna condemn cersei and her children to. I would dare anyone to call that "mercy" lol. furthermore, even if ned stark predicted shame, exile and a fearful life on the run for cersei, myrcella and tommen (how humane of him!!), i guess he still had nothing but death in mind for jaime and joffrey. even taking the black wouldn't have sufficed for the two of them.

and he seriously thinks cersei was gonna go sweet into that good night and simply accept the execution of the two men she loves best in the entire world?? think again, bitch!!!

personally I don't have strong opinions about any of the starks, except sansa, whom i love, but i do believe that ned stark's reputation for honour is hugely inflated and not always deserved.

just like any other man in westeros, he doesn't give a damn about stuff like "women's agency", "reproductive freedom", "bodily autonomy", "marital rape", and the like. his view of most things is very much in black and white, for instance: > you're a noblewoman > you get married off at a young age by your father > ragardless of what your husband does to you, it's your duty to bear him trueborn heirs and suffer through the abuse and the humiliation with good grace. and that's about it, there's not much else to add about ned stark's Weltanschauung, i guess. he's very simple-minded and typical for the historical and social context he lives in.

he won't actively rape or harm any woman, mind you. in fact, he might even secretly reproach his friend robert for doing so, but never ever ever he's gonna believe that a man loses the "right" over his wife's body/uterus the moment that he cheats on her or even beats her bloody or rapes her. best thing cersei can hope for from people like ned stark, is pity. if she plays the "good victim", then she'll surely receive his pity and admiration in return, but certainly not a permission to cheat back and supplant the royal line with her own incestuous bastards.

we get another taste of ned stark's line of thinking with lyanna and jon snow too. do you think he would have been so forthcoming and willing to grant his sister's request if she had been a "bad victim"? what if she had said that she had fled with rhaegar of her own free will and that the brute hadn't forced her? in this case ned would have turned away from her in horror and left her to her own devices. or maybe not, since she was gonna die anyway, and that looks like punishment enough for any crime. plus, yeah, he might have kept jon safe and hidden from robert's assassins, alright, and by doing so, he even subjected his own otherwise happy marriage to some challenges, because of it. but let's not pretend that sending the boy to the wall was the best he could possibly offer him because it's really not. it's a dreadful joyless fate.

but he did help lyanna in some way and her memory is now sacred to him and robert alike because??? they could blame rhaegar for her death and rape. lyanna has been turned into a martyr in their minds and that helps the two men to rationalize and deal with the violence and the pain of her departure.

I'll never blame cersei or any other woman for saying "fuck that, I'm not a good victim" and flipping the tables on him, proceeding to victimize the person who wanted to frighten her into meekness in the first place.

#ask #asoiaf meta #lareinechevaliers #thanks for your in depth analysis btw!!!#cersei lannister #asoiaf

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areyoudreaminof · 9 months

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Danse Macabre WIP

I made Vassa the baddest bitch. You will all be in her fan club when I'm done with you.

The white tiled floor of the ballroom shone beneath the gas lamps that lined the deep maroon and gold papered walls. As she scanned the crowd, Vassa saw a sea of drab colors, navy, maroon, and black. The deep blue of her dress and the bright gold of Jurian’s sash was an explosion of color among the drab room. She didn’t even want to think about how bright her red hair looked in the light.

Jurian was her own light now. His deep brown hair curled against his shoulders, and his mouth was set into a hard line. She felt his chest inhale sharply as she gripped his arm tighter, stroking the pale skin of his hand softly. Jurian gave her a small grateful smile. His smiles were rare but when Vassa saw it creep into the corners of his mouth, she thought she could give up her throne for him.

“Ah, your Majesty! General!”

The Earl of Merriwinn resembled a rat, Elain had said. Now, looking at the weak chinned man, Vassa could see it. This hair sprouted from his head and chin and thin lips barely covered his large teeth. His wife, a good head taller, was apparently a crafty woman, who had managed to snag both husband and fortune by placing herself in what Elain called a “compromising position” in public.

“Welcome to my home, your majesty. You do me an honor, truly.” Merriwinn exclaimed loudly. As she studied the small man, Vassa tried to recall the week and a half of studious gossiping she had prepared for.

“He’s not a real Earl," Elain had told her, “all titles in the human lands are bought and paid for. There’s no royalty as you know it here. Just money and overseas associations.”

Vassa dipped low into a curtsy that felt strange, a far cry from the respectful bows that were given in Scythia, regardless of gender or station. As she rose, the Merriwinn grabbed her hand, kissing it with dry, cracked lips. Lady Merriwinn held her silk gloved hand to Jurian, who simply bowed to her instead.

“Thank you for the invitation, Lord Merriwinn. It has been far too long since I have attended such a party.” Vassa said with her most diplomatic smile. “And my Lady, your estate is beautiful.”

She watched Lady Merriwinn smile, through flared nostrils. “My thanks, your majesty.” The woman said through her teeth.

Vassa almost felt pity about outranking the woman in her own home, until she remembered that Elain had stressed the woman’s hatred of people from the continent.

Vassa wasn’t going to let her get away with that.

“Why, Lady Merriwinn, your linens are from Neva are they not?” Vassa exclaimed, making sure to add an element of breathlessness to her voice. “Truly the craftsmanship is unlike anything you can find here in Prythian. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, your majesty. My dear husband acquired them on a trip for me.” She sniffed as she eyed Vassa’s gown with a raised brow. “Did you commission your gown in town, majesty? Or was this sent from your homeland?”

“Oh, this?” Vassa said with a sickly-sweet smile. “I made this myself. I confess I am something of an acolyte when it comes to textiles and linens. We Scythian’s take great care and pride in our crafting abilities. I made my own coronation gown as well. Do you sew, Lady Merriwinn?”

“No, your majesty I do not sew. That is something for common women on these shores.” The Lady said through clenched teeth and a straining neck.

"That’s too bad,” Vassa said with mock innocence. “I find when one is idle, they bring nothing to greater society.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned back to the Earl, flashing him a dimpled grin.

#vassa #jurian #jassa #wip

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so din becomes a cop at the end 😐 he starts working for the new republic. he… truly would NOT do that but. the writers did that. they made him a fucking cop.

honestly if people genuinely enjoyed the season, i’m happy for them. i’m not going to shame someone for enjoying something, but i wish there was a safe place to properly express my frustration at it without people coming out to defend the horrible writing and characterization. like god forbid that i ACTUALLY have opinions… damn.

making din a landowning cop was just so wrong. like i’m glad he got to settle down with grogu and thank god there’s no dinbo- but the finale felt so. sad. like it just wasn’t as amazing as it could’ve been. sure there were cool moments, but how the writers progressed the plot was anticlimactic and it was just so disappointing. i had so many high hopes for this season and the writers went fuck all and decided to make this season just as marketable as possible. istg we’re gonna start seeing ig-12 and grogu toys with stupid “yes” and “no” buttons. that’s DISGUSTING. and then they brought back ig-11 in the finale. like was his sacrifice NOTHING to you? was his death not enough for you guys to respect him? just because he’s a droid does not mean you can just fuck around with his corpse and bring him back. it’s always “respect the dead” until it’s a droid. blah blah “droids aren’t real people” it’s still borderline if not outright racism.

moff dying was sad. he kinda just stood there as fire exploded around him. i think there could’ve been better ways for him to go. the way he died in the finale left a LOT of opportunities for him to come back (like anakin after mustafar). him crushing the darksaber was also anticlimactic. it happened in half a second. as much as i’m glad the saber is gone, i think we could’ve explored SO much more with it’s lore and it’s force sensitivity or we could’ve seen it used better in action before it had to go.

also what the fuck was that “i’m going to deal with them myself” and then he WAITS and doesn’t appear until AFTER din destroys all his clones and fucks everything up. WHAT WAS HE DOING?? was he just standing there behind the door practicing his big villain monologue? that was stupid.

good for the armorer and bo-katan for their forge ceremony, that was really nice :) also koska fighting was super badass i actually loved the choreography. axe woves my MAN you were cool.

what i didn’t understand was what the hell happened to the sickly people that the armorer brought back up to the fleet. did they just. forget? what happened to them?

there was a scene with plant life growing on mandalore after the purge and it was fucking awful. it was supposed to be all “hopeful” and “meaningful” and they said “they just needed room to grow :)” like BITCH was satine NOTHING TO YOU? you don’t even have to like satine to know that it was utter bullshit and that satine would’ve JUMPED at the opportunity to help grow gardens of indigenous plant life. not just that- but the whole season REFUSED to bring up satine’s name at all. like NOTHING. truly NOTHING. just to erase bo-katan’s horrible past and to make her seemingly all innocent and the one who was being manipulated the whole time. i LOVED bo-katan in the clone wars because she was a horrible person. it made her INTERESTING. but this season just erased that to make her “honorable” and deserving to rule. good for her i guess 😐.

was paz’s death NOTHING to you as well? not even a fucking mention- not even a “your father would’ve been proud” to ragnar. did they never retrieve the body since the base blew up? and also din beating those red dudes with grogu in comparison to paz fighting by himself was so frustrating. paz deserved better.

the whole fandom is being so fucking annoying over “din grogu ahhhhh!!!!” like just CALM down and LISTEN. there are MANY naming conventions in the world. in my culture, incorporating your fathers name into your name is COMMON and completely normal. din’s first name is probably still din, not djarin. it’s not that deep, it’s probably just how their culture refers to clan/apprentices etc. for the love of god it’s not that deep. think outside of your own way of life for a moment. it’s fucking star wars.

i have so many opinions about this season and it’s hard to just put it all out at once. i truly TRULY don’t want to be a hater, but i just can’t help but express my frustration at the writing. i’m glad that SOME people enjoyed it, but i definitely didn’t.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #bo katan kryze #the armorer #grogu #koska reeves #axe woves #paz vizsla #ragnar vizsla #moff gideon #ig 11 #satine kryze #oil.#the mandalorian critical #mandalorian critical

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bisexual-horror-fan · 8 months

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In honor of you meeting Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard congratulations by the way! (I’m new here but saw you met them so like WOW! That’s the dream) I was wondering I I could ask you what you personal favorite line from each Ghostface in the Scream movies is?

I’m shy so is it okay that I stay anonymous? I’ll just use the emoji 🔪 for any future asks I love your work btw and absolutely love scream :)

-🔪

Well, fuck me, I think I can do that! Let's run down the list.

Billy Loomis: "Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre." Something about this, just fucking hits, right in the chest, the way he says it, the look on his face, I do not know, I love it.

Stu Macher: ''You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.'' Seriously another one that I just adore, it is so telling to his character, I think about it often.

And a specfic one as Ghostface from the first Scream that hits is, "Scary night isn't it? With the murders and all. It's like right out of a horror movie or something." A little more unconventional but it is during the first call Sidney ever gets from Ghostface, so it only feels right to pick it man.

Mickey Altieri: "You should really deal with your trust issues Sid: I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom." So fucked up but the delivery of it man just gets me and gets me hard, also life imitating art, imitating life is up there.

Nancy Loomis/Debbie Salt: "Not wise to patronize me with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife happy." Again while I don't like Nancy a lot, the delivery was a serve.

Scream 2 Ghostface: "Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh... and scrape the bone beneath?" Noooo I have not but fuck me, do I want to!

Roman Bridger: "Variety called me a "pariah". I don't even know what a "pariah" is." Honestly very fucking funny line and delivery, I can give it up for that, second place is, "I'm about to turn 30, and it looks like I might be the next target". I, too, am about to turn 30 and would like to be the next victim, please.

Scream 3 Ghostface: "She's got a nice little... voice." The way it is said is like, okay! I see you!

Charlie Walker: "Shhh... It doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies, I know." Yeah this was the moment I was like okay, okay, I get it. He's got something about him.

Jill Roberts: "You just won't die, will you? Who are you, Michael fucking Myers?" If I have to pick one from her, it's this one.

Scream 4 Ghostface: "I'm gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don't blink when I stab you in the face." Like it would be any other one man, come the fuck on.

Amber Freeman: "Welcome to act three." Again, the delivery, the cunt in it, yes. Also, "Yeah, and he died like a pussy!"

Richie Kirsch: "Oh, thank god, you're still alive. Because I really wanted to be the one to kill you". Again, low tier Ghostface but a good line with solid delivery.

Scream 5 Ghostface: "It's an honour." Like it'd be anything else COME ON.

Jason Carvey: "Alright, fine. It was even better than we could have imagined. And when the knife, went in her, it's like… she wasn't a human anymore. Just an animal. And everytime when I went in, she was less… Less human… And then? She was… just meat." Hot, so, so hot.

Ethan Landry: "I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Obviously it has to be this one, fuck.

Quinn Bailey: "I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Bitch same!

Wayne Bailey: "All the best lies are based from the hard truth." Dude fucking sucks and ACAB always but I mean this hits.

Scream 6 Ghostface: "Who gives a fuck about movies?" I mean I do, way too much, but good shit man!

Okay and these are my picks, hope it is detailed enough man.

#BHF opinion #BHF asks #Scream talk

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from-my-gabriel-notebook · 2 years

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A true laugh

Word count: 2314

Summary: Gabriel is very set on his self-imposed mission to hear your real laugh

Most people would say you had a difficult sense of humor, since they'd never see you properly laugh. They were wrong.

It was actually quite easy to make you laugh. Almost too easy, someone would say, especially with a loud laugh like yours. It was getting annoying for others, so now you were simply quiet in your mirth, with your shoulders silently shaking and a hand covering your mouth to smother any sound that might escape your control.

When Gabriel first saw you "laughing", he was confused. He had just pulled a - objectively hilarious - prank on Dean, that had left the hunter buried under some unidentified sludge. Only his eyes were left clear, and they were currently glaring at Gabriel in such a way that it was a luck the Archangel wasn't enough feet deep to be visiting his brother.

Your shoulders were shaking, lips tightly pressed together in your effort to remain silent and avoid ending up in the hunter's black list of the day. You may have gotten on Gabriel's if the offended look he threw your way was anything to go by.

"What was that?", he asked.

You immediately stilled at being noticed.

"Nothing," you said.

"You were laughing at me," came Dean's voice from under the layers of whatever it was that Gabriel's had thrown at him.

"Was not," you said in your most innocent voice.

"They weren't," Gabriel said, surprisingly helping you, "Because _that_ wasn't a laugh.". Ah, there it was. Your glee forgotten, you prepared yourself for the usual complains.

"I don't put so much efforts into my prank not to get a single sound."

You blinked. That was... not what you were expecting.

"I'm honored you put so much effort just for me.", Dean said, and the bitch face was clear enough in his words.

"Don't think you're special, Dean-o. I take great care in the making of all of my pranks."

"Like I care. Anyway, don't bother with them. We've been trying to make them laugh for months and the best we got was a huff for our troubles."

"Excuse me, are you forgetting who you're talking to? No one can resist my charm," he said looking at you with a winning smile and esagerate eyebrows wiggles.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile in return, and he pouted.

"Whatever," said Dean, "I'm out of here. If you need me, no you don't. If you really need me, I'll be in the shower trying to get this sludge off me."

"Actually, it's -

" I don't want to know, " he cut him off, already walking out towards his room.

You watched him leave a trail behind him like a gigantic slug, and turned to see Gabriel staring at you, deep in thought with a hand under his chin.

You looked away. Such intense focus on you never meant well.

"What?", you asked.

"I'm trying to figure out what could make you properly laugh."

"You just heard it. That's just how my laugh is."

He raised an eyebrow. "You do remember that, as Loki, I was known as the god of lies, right? You're gonna try harder than that if you want me to believe you."

You stuck your tongue out to avoid having to say something back. He mirrored you, then winked and vanished, off to do whatever a Trickster Archangel did in his free time.

Your face fell.

He was right in you lying to him, that that wasn't your real laugh. Your natural one was way louder, and you didn't want other people, especially him, to hear it and tell you it was too much. You had enough of that growing up. Your laugh was too loud, too ugly, to easy to come, too weird, too annoying, you had heard them all. From your friends telling you to take it down a notch because it was embarrassing for them to be with someone who attracted so much attention with something so ugly, that they were doing you a favor by telling you to stop doing it because it made your face look weird; to the whispers of your classmates wondering with each other how stupid you must have been to laugh that often and to such stupid jokes.

You changed the way you laughed then, trying to appease them, but then they called you stuck up, fake. It took you too long to realize you just couldn't win.

Those times where long gone, they probably had forgotten all about you, and while you had tried to move one, you had not been able to brush their words from your mind, and the fear of getting the same reactions from the boys, who you were starting to consider your new family, followed you and kept you trapped, so you kept your new, silent laugh.

You knew it was a stupid fear, they were better than mocking you for something as trivial as your laugh, but you had also thought the same of your so-called friends, and you knew how that went.

You shrugged it off. Gabriel's attention span was notoriously short, he would probably find a shinier, newer idea and forget all about it in a few days.

He didn't.

Apparently, when he said he wanted something, he committed to it.

In the following days he organized more and more elaborate pranks, all in the hope of making you laugh (much to his unfurtunate victim's, namely, the Winchesters, dismay), and every little sound that escaped your control, no matter how tiny, seemed to only spur him further.

You should have found it annoying, but noone had ever focus so much positive attention on you, and it made you feel warm. You were already suspecting your feelings for the Archangel were more than a plain liking, and this only confirmed your feelings. Feelings that you had no hope he'd reciprocate, especially if he succeeded and made you lose control of your laugh enough to hear the real one. Just one more reason to keep it close to your chest.

Today you were walking around the bunker, trying to find Gabriel to ask him if he wanted to binge watch your favorite serie with you, but he was nowhere to be found. You were about to take a shortcut and just try praying to him when you heard some noises coming from a room a little further in the corridor.

You decided to take the long way around to try and sneak up to whoever was the cause of the disturbance, but stopped when you entered, surprised of the view.

The very angel you were looking for was balancing on the back of one chair - you didn't even bother wondering how many law of physics he was breaking - to reach the top of the slightly-ajar door to balance a bucket of something - better not to wonder what-, obviously meant to fall on whoever has the misfortune of open the door next, making you very glad of your sneaking up tendencies.

You leaned on the opposite door frame, watching amused his total concentration on his task, the tip of his tongue peeking through his lips.

He was adorable, and you would have been happy to just stand there and look at him, but you had been searching for him for a reason.

"Ehy," you said.

Now, you thought Archangels were supposed to be Heaven's most capable and fiercest warriors, always aware of their surroundings, impossible to be surprised, sure and graceful in every movement, yada yada yada. You had fully expected him have sensed your presence already.

You were not expecting to actually startle him.

You watched as he wildly moved his arms, trying to regain his balance. You didn't know whether to be worried or amused at the scene, especially when he completely lost the fight against gravity and started to fall. He landed safely in a suddenly-there giant, fluo bean chair, and blinked at you.

"Hey there, sugar. Need anything?" he said, stretching like a cat.

Bad move.

His hands hit the door, making it move. Time seemed to slow as you watched the bucket tilt and fall, releasing a - incredibly big amount for its tiny size - of glitter in the air, before landing straight over Gabriel's head, dumping him in even more glitter while the rest rained around the room.

He let out a string of what you supposed were swears in Enochian, still with the bucket on his head.

You blinked once, twice and yet again. Then your shoulders started shaking. You pressed your hands to your mouth, desperately trying to stop the noises from you, but to not avail, and a weird, high sound filled the room.

Gabriel immediately fell quiet. He brought his hands up and raised the bucket from his head, and the sight of yet more glitter falling over his already covered form only made it worse.

"Are you okay?", he asked.

You nodded, but tears were starting to form in your eyes.

He tossed the bucket away and stood up, shaking his whole body and sending more glitter flying in all directions.

At that you couldn't keep it in any longer and your laugh filled the room.

Gabriel went from being worried at the weird sounds you were making to realization that you were, in fact, laughing at him, and far from being offended, he seemed almost smug. At least, he tried, but it was made a little difficult by his sparkling look.

If you could have focused on something beside trying to catch your breath you would have heard the running steps, but you didn't, so Sam and Dean's appearance came as a surprise.

"What happened, is anyone dying or-?" Dean voice stopped suddenly when he took in the state of the room. His face was hilarious, and made you stumble right into another laughing fit. His eyes went from you, bent in half with a hand pressed against your side, to Gabriel, looking at you with fondness and satisfaction from beneath a whole lot of glitter. He turned and left, shaking his head and muttering "Nope, not getting involved."

Sam waited a little more, watching amused the scene playing in front of him. To be honest, he wasn't sure of what was going to come out from Gabriel's self-imposed mission. The Archangel waa as stubborn as one could be, so it was hard to resist him when he really wanted to achieve something, but he knew from experience that you were no different. But he was happy he had succeeded. You hadn't told him much about it when he asked, but Sam had put two and two together and managed to deduce a possible reason for your stifled laugh, so he was happy Gabriel was able to help you move past that.

He nodded at the angel, who gave him a thumbs up in response, and left.

Gabriel's eyes moved back to you. This wasn't exactly how he had planned to try to make you laugh with this particular scheme, but the idea had struck him when he had heard you coming from the other side of the room, and he was glad it worked. The slow motion had been a nice touch. Added suspense.

After a couple of additional minutes you managed to calm down enough, a hand pressed to the stich in your side and the other wiping away the tears from your eyes.

"Oh, my side hurts," you said.

"I bet."

Gabriel's amused voice brought you back to the situation, and your mood fell.

You gulped and swallowed, and he handed you a glass of water and a napkin. You took them without looking at him.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled at last.

He tilted his head, displacing a new wave of glitter from his hair. He was still adorable, but you were too embarrassed to allow yourself to stay in that state of mind.

"What for?" he asked.

"About, you know. That."

His confused look told you he did not, in fact, know, so you made yourself explain, looking everywhere but at him. "Laughing at you. It was rude. And my laugh. I know it's weird and annoying and loud, that's why I didn't want any of you to hear it, but -"

"Hold the phone," he interrupted you, waiting for you to look at him. You glanced at him from the corner if your eyes.

Good enough.

"Where do those ideas come from?"

You shrugged. "It's what I've always been told. If everybody's telling the same thing, there's a high chance they're right."

"Anyone specific comes to mind?" he asked, trying to be nonchalant but ready to add a few names to his naughty list.

"It was anyone who heard me laugh, really. You can admit it's annoying, I've heard it before."

"Cupcake, there's nothing wrong with your laugh. Who cares of its loud? It's you, an expression of your joy, it can be nothing but beautiful." he said, voice filled with certainty.

You looked at him, unsure.

"And you're not made that I laughed at you?"

"I think it more as you laughing with me. And I'm sure I look fantabulus in my glittering glory," he said, striking a pose.

"You look good no matter what," you said, then cringed a little.

"Aw, thank you. Want to know what you would look like covered in glitter?" he said, advancing towards you with open arms.

You took a step back, shaking your head.

"Nope, I'm fine."

"C'mon. It's your time to shine."

He took another step towards you, so you turned and started running away, his quick footsteps telling you he took part in the chase, and as you're laugh came out of you again, you thought of what was next.

It would take time to unlearn something that had trapped you for so long, but you could. After all, you were surrounded by your people now.

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural

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After unexpectedly being sold out by Lord Kaguragi of Toufu just as quickly as he was protected by him, King of Evil Gira is put on trial for his criminal acts. With his life on the line, Gira stands nervously in the international criminal court in the tundra kingdom of Gokkan's capital city of Zaiban. In spite of its reputation of law and order, Gokkan's massive population is predominantly incarcerated thanks to the hardline stances of its Sovereign and Chief Justice, Rita Kaniska. Can Himeno and Yanma discover a way to defend Gira against Kaguragi and Racules's machinations? Or may Rita's icy heart prove to undo the justice they hold so dear? So we must discover today...

In short, Spoilers, I guess...

-Wow Gira, you... seem really into getting arrested by this extremely powerful and gorgeous person.

-...I mean, I would too, but-

-I see Racules's Radical Royal Retainer... Douga, I think his name is, he don't like the bee boy.

-...I notice I tend to kinda skim over the Bugnarok in my narrations. That's not intentional at all, but I'm just really fascinated by this Fire Emblem-ass court drama we've got going here.

-To be clear, I mean court drama as in royal court drama, not courtroom kind.

-Oooooooh, Scorpion!

-...Ironically, I don't think they can live in snow capped places like this.

-"Snowball this bitch."

-Oh hell nah, they put my boy on ice.

Rita: "International terrorism is a crime... punishable by execution. Pray that you are found innocent." Gira: "Kyaahahahah~! You kna.... Y'know, in Hell, they f-f-ffffffreeeeeeze traitors alive in the depths of Cocytus! Hah... suppose this is a mere prelude to my fate... for betraying Racules!" Rita: "Racules has no jurisdiction over you here. You're mine to deal with." Gira: "OH GOD OH FUCK, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M A GOOD LITTLE BEETLE BOY, I PROMISE!"

-Ah yep. There they go. Questioning their permafrost justice.

-Oh shit, this is early.

-Ooooooh, goddamn Rita.

-I love you very much.

-Pop it On~!

-Oh their eyes...

-Man, these wind effects and snow effects are so cool.

-Wasting not even a second.

-Oh my God, they kick!

-Our prison at the end of the world. Big Daddy Alcatraz.

-No opening this week, huh?

-RITA HATES SCALPERS BASED

-SIX MONTHS IN THE DEEP FREEZE WITH YOU FUCKO

-The Judge retreats to their chambers.

-YETI

-SO CHUNKY

-MOFFUN

-God Rita

-They're so iconic, I love them so much.

-"Oh yes... Morphonia! Fetch me the King's Weapon. It's Rita Time."

-Getting massive Edgeworth vibes off of you, bucko.

-Ooooooh, seems like somebody's playing the mole.

-"Idk homie, seems like he just... made Kuwagon help him. That's not just something a bug does with simple coercion, you know?"

-SCREM

-"Who meeeee? Nooooo, noooo! You got it all wrong! Teehee~!"

-...and of course, the most biased source of information you could possibly find...

-"Kill him."

-"No."

-"Oh that's okay. I'll be sure to kill you too then!"

-OOOH POP OFF, YOUR HONOR

-"Sorry. I wanted to spare this innocent mosquito from drinking that liquid nitrogen you call blood."

-Rita Kaniska is the character of all time.

-Shaddap Scalper.

-...speaking of scalping, how DARE you touch this man's beautiful hair?

-"Can't gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss your way out of this one, boy."

-"Don't blame me, this is all on Rita~!"

-Hot damn, Gira.

-SCREM

-Here they come. All sauntering in like it ain't no big.

-Is this

-Is this fucking courtroom just a bunch of ski lift chairs

-That's fucking incredible, I love this.

-Racules.

-Oooooh

-Yassss

-Court is now in session for the trial of Gira of Shugoddam, King of Evil. All Rise for the honorable Chief Justice Rita, Sovereign of Gokkan.

-"WAIT PLEASE I DON'T EVEN HAVE A LAWYER-"

-Oh! Okay, we're free!

-"Waiiit... Wait wait wait wait, this is NOT how this trial should've gone!"

-I see we're doing this in reverse. Technical expertise, character witnesses, evidence... all laid out after a conclusion.

-RAINBOW JURURIRA

-IT WAS IMPORTANT AFTER ALL

-OKAY

-I suspected that Gira had some claim to the throne, but like

-I quite didn't expect him to be Racules's brother, but like... Goddamn.

-Gira and Racules kinda remind me of the depictions of... Richard the Lionheart and Prince John, especially in the really old Robin Hood stories.

-I just kinda figured it'd be a Hamlet and Claudius deal, but we've got a true Cain and Abel story right here.

-Well, I guess it stands to reason

-You never have a Rhino Beetle and a Stag Beetle together in a show like this without having them be related, now do we?

-Gira Hastee, huh?

-All around the room, Gira examined the faces of everyone involved in the trial as Rita laid bare their findings. Yanma, Shiokara, and Kuroko's looks of surprise conveyed a wide range of emotions, and yet Kaguragi and Himeno seemed to be not the least bit fazed. As Douga and Boshimar exhanged glares, Gira felt something inside him stir. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Perhaps to be more accurate, it was a wide range of despairful feelings: ironically it could be considered just as flavorful as the rainbow jururira, but it only left him an aftertaste as vile as rotten fruit and stagnant as the lukewarm water mosquitos lay their eggs in. Anger, sorrow, shock, dread, confusion... and yet most of all in that moment, Gira felt... a sense of betrayal. It was exactly the same sickening feeling he felt when Racules dismissed the lives of the people he was supposed to care for as ruler of Shogoddam, the same Yanma and the other rulers probably felt when Racules left them out to die at the hands of the Bugnarak. Gira had been betrayed on a level far beyond he could even imagine. And yet... Rita, by all accounts a complete stranger he'd have nothing to do with otherwise, someone who had every right to have completely dismissed him outright... They worked with those friends he made to discover the depths of his case.

-And that slowly but certainly helped his hope climb back up from the depths.

-Holy shit, man.

-Did Kaguragi plan all this?

-Not a single crime to begin with!

-Let justice be done, though the heavens fall!

-Where do you think you're going, buddy?

-Here they come! The bad buggos!

-Here they come.

-The Quintet Alliance! In its true form!

-"Stand up and fight, boy. There's no reason you can't or won't."

-"Okay, cool and all, but like... this dress isn't a snowsuit, can we make this fast?"

-"I thought I got kicked out, but okay."

-"Man, I totally saw this coming!"

-Tone Boy! Come and Kick It! Pop it On! Hatch It! Qua God!

-OHGAI

-OKAY ROB THE BOY OF HIS THUNDER, VERY NICE RITA

-Ohgai Busou!

-You are the King~!

-The bugs! Fully assembled!

-Ooooooh, man.

-Love these sets, holy hell.

-Man, these sweeping shots are so cool

-Beeg

-"King Ohger! ...that'd make a decent team name now that I think about it..."

-Oooooh, theme time!

-"Hmm?"

-Oh man, this is good for the soul.

-God Kabuto!

-You shot them!

-You jerks!

-It's a truly sad day when your level of teamwork can be compared negatively to the Donbrothers /hj

-God Damn.

-Well! We did it, somehow!

-"You fuckface!"

-Ohhhhhh

-This ain't good.

-One down~!

-OHHHHHH RACLES GONNA THROW DOWN????

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger spoilers #kingohger #king ohger #king ohger spoilers #super sentai

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ashluca · 2 years

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Pt3

He deserved it. Honestly, props to the actor because Jason didn't give me a single reason to feel bad for him, despite how much he apparently cared for Chrissy. I have to point out the fact that he continued his hunt for Eddie, no matter what anyone said and then convinced an entire town Eddie started all of this and was a cult leader. Then beat up Lucas even after the boy tried to convince Jason that Eddie was innocent, Chrissy went to Eddie to get drugs so the things she dealt with would go away. Yet Jason remained in denial and said Lucas was lying, which only proves even more just how shitty and clueless he is. Jason is a shit boyfriend who only seemed to have Chrissy as trophy wife, never took notice to her when she was dealing with vecna, like no wonder he thought she was fine, too wrapped up in popularity and in his own self. And poor Chrissy, the evidence is more obvious with how she decided to confide in Eddie who was more of a caring person than Jason ever was. So, yeah, Jason's better off in two halves cause as a whole he's a damn self absorbed, insane and religious idot

At least we got a Jancy moment, let's hope they have a better heart to heart soon in season 5

Just Byler being Byler

This was so heartfelt, had me like 🥺

Here's Steve, a supportive mother of 6 and Robin's platonic soulmate:

In conclusion, Vicky had a bisexual awakening. she's gay, your honor

Wayne is the best uncle, I swear

In the end, it's Byler, Jancy, Jopper, and El being a bad bitch and independent as fuck:

No matter the criticism, anger, confusion, tears and hope I had for this season. I can say the Duffers definitely knows what their doing cause I'm pretty sure they intended for most of the reactions to season 4 and I hope season 5 really ties it all together, we get byler and a dead vecna, I'll be happy, at least

Anyhow, if any of you read this much, lmao, thanks for coming to this Ted talk

Now if you'll excuse me, imma go read some fix it fanfics

#byler #steddie #stranger things #somehow still hopeful for season 5 #mike wheeler is not straight #vecnussy

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Levrus and the Fire Beast

ok so now we talking about Levrus/Rujicha lol.

There's not a lot of details about her background. Levrus was born to a well-off china (a subgroup of the cuiria peoples) family in the city of Sághior Niz, the largest in the state of Areórria. Her best friend in childhood was a girl named Rioanan, who she later became massively gay for. She was fascinated by medicine from a young age, so she was sent to Brizelia to study at university. In her time, there were no universities in Areórria and any prospective students had to travel north away from their homes to get a chance at an education. Most didnt have the chance. The few that did often didnt come back. But Levrus did. So, she went, and when she returned she brought her practice with her and she soon became a respected physician. However, she wasnt completely happy. Her best friend, Rioanan, was forced to marry some rich guy named Lón iu Morghen by her family. the exact reasons why are in my motes somewhere, but are likely most just bc money. Of course, Lón was horrible to her. It was normal for Levrus to have need to comfort her after a long day with that jackass, and that was stressful. It's stressful constantly worrying about your best friend and watching her cry every night they talked. Especially when Rioanan was too scared of the possible consequences of leaving her abuser. For one thing, her parents were guaranteed to abandon her if she divorced their source of income. Even though they were already wealthy. Yeah they were bitches too. Anyway, theres much more which could be said about Rioanan's situation, but this isnt Rioanan's story. Lón, seeing her as a threat, attempts to force Levrus out of Rioanan's life. But before he can, Dóura phiéssaichie, teh Pirate Queen, arrives to get revenge on Lón for the role he took in murdering her husband. Once again, thats a whole nother story. While its unclear how, the Pirate Queen kills Lón and inadvertantly kills Rioanan when she was too scared to leave his side. After all, shed still be rejected by her family for leaving even if he died. Levrus is, quite obviously, devasted, but she goes on with her life. A few years later, she cofounds the first university in the entirety of Areórria to make it so people like her didnt have to travel all the way to Brizelia just for an education. For the next few decades, she teaches at the uni, which becomes notable enough to be attended by a Roanie. A distant cousin of the overqueen, who, despite their Roanie name, is certaimly not a member of the royal family. But a Roanie nonetheless. And, on the day of the Massacre of the Innocents, when invading Miorhua soldiers slaughtered members of the Roanie family to erase any semblence of a challenge to their rule, it was for this Roanie that she died. She harbored the innocent child to save their life, but for that action the old woman was murdered.

So. Shes dead. As usual for the dead, their souls passed on to Auis and settled into the dirt as a soulflower. Her soulflower was picked up by a Ranger of the Peace, an honored soul who rescues other souls from the perils of Auis, and carried into the City of Auis where her soul is reshaped and given form. Overjoyed at the sight of Auis, she scours the City for her long-missed friend but to no avail. Days upon weeks she searches the City for anyone thats heard of a Rioanan iu Vhelibhouchiea. But her Rioanan was nowhere to be found. Boldly, she became a Ranger of the Peace so she can scour the land of Auis for her soulflower hoping yet that maybe it hasnt been found. And so she searched, for 100 years, for any sign of her friend who shouldve been right there.

So, after about 100 years, Lady Springsdeath, the ruler of the City of Auis, contacts Levrus. Why did it take them 100 years to contact Levrus? idk i hadnt thought about that until now. um. anyway, they tell her that Rioanan is not quite alive but not quite dead. She, and that bitch Lón, turned into draolas upon their death and, like all draurri, have stayed in the mortal world to spread their caoiniéz. Lón, for his role in abusing Rioanan, turned into a sadistoc and murderous draola that kills for fun. Rioanan, due to her poor self-image and lack of autonomy, turned into a sad but obseesive draola desperate for Lón's love no matter how torturous he is to her. And she turns into a fucking dragon to protect him whenever she feels hes in danger. this is, ofc, a problem. Draurri cannot pass on from the mortal world and often spend their immortal lives hurting others. Soul-destroying fire is the only way of killing draurri for good and leaves their spirits to rest. Humans can handle most draurri. Rarely, for the most dangerous draurri, Lady Springsdeath sends Rangers to contact the Fire Beast to hunt them down. And now, after 100 years, theyve ordered Levrus to find the Fire Beast and help it lay their souls to rest for good.

so levrus the ranger sets out to the River at the edge of Auis. when she falls asleep on its shores, she wakes up in a cave in the mortal world next to a subterranean river. nearby, shes sees a shrine to the legendary beasts which the rangers use to contact them. yet, when she prays to the shine to show her where the Fire Beast rests, it conjures an image of a young Rósa boy and not the hulking monstrosity of clay. confused, she asks again and again only to see again and again the strange young boy. in her desperation, she caught the attention of the spirits of the other beasts, who told her that the Fire Beast was no more. Undettered, pointlessly, she posessed a corpse and set out to find Lón and Rioanan on her own. Yet, soon after, the Slavers came. Seeing her not-yet-rotted corpse body, they took her to be an easy target to kidnap. So, they captured her, and her weak body was unable to put up any real fight. They brought her to their camp, and left her alone in a holding cage. Discouraged at her new body's feebleness and stuck inside it, she resigned herself to hiding in the dark until it fibally failed. But then, the Water Beast, having followed her, appeared and offered her a new body. desperately, she accepted.

The next thing she knew, she woke up in the cage with clay turned to flesh. yet, she remembered nothing of how she got there. after all, she was no longer Levrus. Nor was she the Water Beast. She was a whole new entity born just yesterday who called herself Rujicha. the slavers, confused at the girls sudden appearence (and the newly dead corpse next to her), took her for a demon and quickly sold her to the first bidder on the estate of Macohuit Mahuov. And so, Rujicha began her life as a lufe (slave).

EDIT: so, theres a massive fucking plothole in the way i wrote this. can you see it? its simple: how doesnt lady springsdeath know that the Fire Beast didnt exist anymore? so yeah. im gonna redescribe it starting from when Levrus meets LSD to address this issue

Normally, when a draola gets particularly dangerous, LSD sends a ranger to request the Fire Beast to kill it for good. However, for 20 years the Fire Beast has been missing. This wasnt unusual. The land they roam is large, and its hard to find a specific Beast in it. But, recently a dangerous draola has been allowed to thrive uncontested. Lón. And with him, Rioanan. Levrus must go and find the Fire Beast and help it put both of their souls to rest for good.

Angered, Levrus had to force herswlf not to fight the goddess right there. how could they have let her search the entirety of Auis if they knew Rioanan wasnt there? Despite her anger, levrus set out to a river at the edge of Auis and prompyly fell asleep on its shores. when she awoke, she found herself layed next to a subterannean lake. its waters were deep. so deep that she saw no bottom. she was in teh mortal world.

// fire beats has been missing for 20-30 years as no one knows it merged with infant sair, hence why no one has already dealt with lón. lsd sends levrus to contact the other beasts to help find the fire beast

has vision of indant sair when merges with water beast as water beats was there for it

#lesbian angst aside #i typically dont involve romance in my world #so the story of ruji and rioanan is really fucking weird

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