#for right now i just. need to think abt anything other than game of thrones
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okay i'm not including glynach + merrilei bc i already talk abt them all the time but. when i next get the time to do other ship art (or just chattering) who are ppl most interested to hear abt.... just out of curiosity! doodles and descriptions below the cut. actually under the cut is just going to become an official intro post to these ships now that i think about it
bowyn/rhys: lazy hedonistic con artist/actor x brooding nightmare court splinter faction leader. meetcute: bowyn tried to mug him on the lionroad by pretending to be a wounded traveller in need of assistance, but, being a nightmare courtier, rhys did not give a shit
bowyn ends up following him around and giving him advice on why nmc recruitment is so bad post-HoT (gleaming nuggets of wisdom like "you're worse than evil or hated, you know. you're POLITICAL" and "you just need to lean into the sex of it all"). eventually they fall in love and bowyn agrees to settle in with rhys' faction of the court, though they firmly maintain that they're not interested in actually participating. (this is kind of not true. bowyn really loves sitting at rhys' side during big important court meetings and leaning over to crow "they're lyyyyiiiiiiiing" and shit like that.)
callas/lisk: hysterically vain nightmare tyrant x completely unhinged attack dog. callas is the count of malice, head of the spies/undercover agents of joy's end (and later more camps as she extends her reach); lisk is the captain of joy's end's vanguard and she is slobberingly obsessed with callas. callas is also glyndwr's ex.
at first callas is just using her, but they end up pretty quickly getting mutually obsessed and lisk's passion for nightmare ends up sparking callas into activity again -- she had reached a point where she was pretty much "tenured" and didn't care about actually doing anything in service of the court anymore (why would she WORK when she can just lay around eating grapes and ordering people around instead?), but with the two of them riling each other up like barking dogs callas becomes a threat again.
sigvas/sorcha/tarahnis/rue, aka The Problemcule: deeply unstable unstable party drug synthesiser x mean meathead x nice (?) meathead x creepy cheerfully submissive squire. all four of these idiot lesbians are desperately in love with lisk, but lisk only has eyes for callas. they are all messily fucking each other instead as a weird substitute.
(i don't have art of rue + tarahnis yet bc my wife and i made them literally This Week but here's a hasty cap, tara left rue right:)
sorcha is one of the vanguard hounds, first under leurent (count of blood from the twilight arbor dungeon) but then transferred to be under callas when she takes the vanguard from him, which sorcha is pissed about. she is a dickhead popular-girl jock who cares about very little aside from showing off and getting lisk's attention. sigvas and tarahnis are archers under rhys' command. sigvas, as mentioned, is an alchemist, prone to attempts at game-of-thrones manipulation way beyond their actual social ability and completely at the mercy of their own wildly fluctuating self-esteem. tarahnis is a relatively easy-going thorn hound trainer who is way more chill and friendly than you would reasonably expect a nightmare courtier to be. rue is the weird little himejoshi who follows them all around taking care of weapon maintenance and polishing their armor and breathing really loudly while watching the first three flirt with each other and never daring to imagine they could actually Participate in all of this mess (but then they do)
when the nmc schism happens in the power vacuum created after HoT (in which rhys breaks off to try to form a more logical, less mindlessly violent version of the court, and callas breaks off to try to form a version of the court that is literally worse in every possible way, and they both try to kill each other absolutely dead over it), things are going to get so gnarly in here for these four.
cadair/maelduin: fated valiants with entwined dreams, destined to protect each other... but maelduin awakens two years before cadair does, with barely any real information about him.
all their info is pretty much in these images -- we still haven't developed them much yet!!! but i loev them.
naoise/gann: beautiful gladiator with a completely empty skull x slimy nightmare court slacker. (listen we love nmc x non-nmc and are just going to keep doing it until we run out of ideas)
naoise just has enough brainpower to swing a sword and not much else. they are death incarnate in the pit and literally the stupidest person you've ever met in your life outside of it. gann is a nightmare courtier in name only -- he does not give a single shit about the ideology and is mostly just entrenched as a criminal career choice. he was originally sent off to convert naoise to nightmare, but ended up so charmed by them that now he just travels around with them while mailing back increasingly implausible explanations for why it's taking so long. now he has fallen entirely in love with them for real. oops
oh shit i forgot. gann is also glyndwr's ex
alan/glyn: what it says on the tin! co-commanders + best friends, but their romantic relationship is doomed by the narrative (and by canach).
(you know what glyn looks like.)
alan is the hero of tyria, the poster boy of the vigil, the champion of aurene; he shoulders all the responsibility and social weight that glyndwr has adeptly shadowstepped his way out of. he's also the first person glyndwr ever actually opens up to, outside of callas (BAD, many many years ago) and clooney (helped glyn escape the court, was his first relationship after callas and it was pretty weird and rocky, this was also still many many years ago). he's a safe bastion for glyn and whether he intends to or not, he teaches glyndwr a lot about kindness and patience in a way glyn may have never come around to on his own.
they're really deeply in love, but in the end glyndwr just isn't right for alan (and also, frankly, is not a good enough partner for him). glyndwr's hostility and callousness, which alan could initially brush off as quirks or at least see balanced out by the good parts of him, are too persistent and are improving too slowly. with everything else on his plate, alan can't put up with glyndwr's (increasingly glaring) issues on top of it all, and it comes to a head in HoT, where their relationship breaks down entirely and alan ends it.
i also somehow have NO SHIP ART OF THEM which is absolutely insane all things considered.
alan/clooney: alan's endgame ship! clooney is glyn's ex-boyfriend/current plug/go-to criminal contact, a secondborn who makes his living as a pirate and lives by the philosophy that as a sylvari his real duty to the dream is to have as much fun as possible to counterbalance all the horror and pain that inevitably makes it in through the world. that sounds like an elaborate excuse to be a hedonist but he takes it extremely seriously.
they meet during LWS3; alan is so exhausted and worn out by HoT (and also, frankly, by dumping glyndwr) that he can't take his pact duties anymore. glyndwr points him to clooney as a way to be discreetly smuggled away for as long as he needs. they get pulled back in pretty quickly, before alan can have a REAL vacation, but the two of them still hit it off REALLY well and end up getting very close... :3c
okay now i've gotten to the bottom of all this and realized there are STILL two more ships i haven't gotten to but that's enough for now. we'll get to them later. if you actually read all this i give u a kith
#my ocs#my art#bowyn/rhys#callisk#problemcule#cadair/maelduin#gann/naoise#alan/clooney#alan/glyn#marina ocs
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whenever youre free, can you write yandere 2p china headcanons? im just thinking abt him 👉🏽👈🏽
Yandere 2p! China headcanons
Getting together with you was hard enough. But now that you’re his, he can’t go back to being a second choice he’s always been. He’s never letting you go.
Zao doesn’t have a single yandere characteristic by default, but when he does, ooh boy. It’ll take some time for him to deviate from his normal personality and mental stability, but given enough paranoia and infatuation, he will start losing his sanity, then, his ability to distinguish between right and wrong. And the terrifying thing is, he doesn’t even know it. By this logic, he is by far, the craziest yandere you’ll ever have the misfortune of encountering.
(There isn’t a lot of fanart on 2p! China so have this fanart of Wei Wuxian for visual purposes)
Home life
He’s very into kissing, so much that he’ll sneak some in while doing the most mundane things. When he talks to you, he will hold your waist and fill the brief moments of silence with kisses. In his eyes, having his lips on yours while a conversation happens is being ‘productive’ as he makes the most out of being with you. Before anything escalates, which ends up happening more often than you’d prefer, you’ll pull away and clamp a hand over his mouth. He’ll lick your hand and laugh at your reaction.
He bathes with you. He could’ve gone with the more economical option of showering, but he’s far from broke. And plus, he can do so much more while sitting down. You usually stay on the opposite end of the tub, but he’ll pull you onto his lap and whisper this in your ear, “Don’t be shy, kitten. This is your throne.” As you sink into his embrace, which ends up hotter than the water you’re submerged in, he will caress your back and make out with you. Once you’re pleading for air, he will pull away and trail a tongue up your neck instead. When you’re with him, he never actually lets you catch your breath, ever.
Zao is very mindful of your comfort. Perhaps not when it comes to something sexual, per se, but he will always bring you a blanket if it gets a little chilly. If you forget to put socks on, he will put them on for you without asking. Whenever you go out, he will bring a bag with him and most of the things inside are either yours or for you.
Spoiling you is a given. He can’t imagine a better way to put his hustle to good use--to give you things you want. Even if you don’t ask for anything, he never fails to get you something you end up loving. But there is one thing he won’t ever let you touch. Substances. Zao is so overprotective in all aspects of your life, he doesn’t even like you drinking. He’s a little more lenient on weed, and will let you have a few puffs of his joint.
He always covers up at home, and will get a little flustered if you catch him indecent. Zao doesn’t wear a lot to bed, like tank tops and underwear, so he isn’t shirtless very often. The only time he doesn’t get embarrassed is when the mood is... You know. And he’s doing you-know-what with you. Otherwise, he will call you a pervert, but really, he’s teasing you more than expressing embarrassment. Because clearly, that’s rich coming from him.
Yeah. It’s not news how big of a pervert he is. Nor is he ashamed of it. Any dirty thought that crosses his mind, he will never fail to relay to you. It leaves you mortified when he tells you what he wants to do to you, in detail, especially when he isn’t being self-aware. Save that for when you get home, you idiot! But the private sphere only makes him even worse.
He calms down at night, thankfully, and lays in bed with you on his chest. This is where his love language starts speaking to you. Connecting to you emotionally and mentally is how he shows he loves you. This takes place in long, deep, and random conversations, and if not, he will just captivate you in his dark eyes and stare at you endearingly. “What are you thinking about, kitten? I hope it’s something related to me~” Then, he’ll dig his hands through your hair and massage your head as he breathes you in until he gets intoxicated with you.
When he gets jealous
He’s the type to get so jealous, it becomes suffocating for him--especially when he doesn’t outwardly show it. So whenever anyone remotely shows interest in you, he’ll keep his cool for the most part, but will get very irritable and clingy. It doesn’t matter how subtle they were, it could’ve been a single glance, even, but alarms will go off. He will pull you into a tight embrace and bury his face in your neck until they leave. You don’t really mind because he isn’t giving anybody trouble, but you do find it cute when he immediately returns to his soft side afterwards.
Zao isn’t the biggest fan of conflict, even if he’s more than capable of it. Instead, he will gravitate towards his intelligence and cunning to outdo anybody he hates. Stalking is definitely on the table if he needs to get to know someone, then, when it comes down to it, sabotage. He will do anything to keep them busy so they wouldn’t have to see you. And he succeeds every time without you finding out.
Unlike most SO’s, it’s easier for him to get jealous over friends than love interests. He values the emotional aspect of your relationship with him the most, and gets very upset if you bond with people other than him, platonically or not. To make up for it, he demands your attention and ensures the time you spend with him is two times more fulfilling than whoever it was you were with. This is the fundamental reason why he’s more susceptible to getting jealous--literally anybody is a rival in his eyes.
This is all the more reason to be so much more paranoid and restless than other typical yanderes.
When you argue
He doesn’t agree with you on a lot of things, so it’s like talking to a brick wall. Objective subjects are easy to get through when it’s straight up facts, but if the topic is about what he can or cannot do in the relationship, save your breath. You will never get through to him. When he feels entitled to something, he takes his own side, regardless of what you feel about it.
Nevertheless, he will do the bare-minimum of leaving you alone in the meantime when you’re upset. That’s how he somehow respects this boundary he just crossed. But a few hours later, he will go back to normal, which means he will be affectionate even when you’re not in the mood. This cues the second phase of the fight. While you’re trying your damndest to push him away, he will corner you, physically and mentally.
While he hugs you tight, he will force you to look at him while you cry. It’s invasive and suffocating, but the night always ends with you making up with him. Be it kissing or other means. It’s unfair, but no matter what he does, you can’t help giving in to him. And he knows this very well. That’s why he keeps doing it.
Psychology + When he snaps
He is much more intelligent than he lets on. Even though he already knows you like the back of his hand, he studies you every day. If you asked him what you were thinking about, he could probably guess it. That’s what makes him such an intense lover. You can’t hide anything from him if you tried. Hence, he has a terrifying amount of control in the relationship, and he will use it to his advantage.
Zao is a good multitasker. He can juggle his ‘job’ and hobbies while keeping you in the palm of his hand. There is absolutely nothing you can do without him finding out, and this is precisely how he keeps himself miles ahead of you.
As everything progresses, he will tolerate less and less. His love language is how much quality time he gets with you, along with emotional connection. Eventually, he will start ruling out the prospect of you having any of these things with anyone besides him. That includes friends, so he will start isolating you from them, all until the only soul you are truly close to is him. Soon, you will have to rely on him for everything, which he absolutely loves. He will make himself the only person in your life.
As this continues, he will become obsessed with the idea of your co-dependency on him. Zao always loved looking after you, but he isn’t satisfied with that anymore. Being your own person? Hell no. Every single thing you do, he will be in the backdrop. If not, he will be next to you, and start influencing your own thoughts until you can’t even trust yourself.
At this point, he is manipulating you to accept everything he does. And he succeeds a lot of the time, especially when he’s so unfazed. You start wondering if you should be this unfazed, even when what he’s doing is wrong.
If one of your friends tries to intervene, he will make sure they won’t see the light of day ever again. He has a lot of connections, and combined with how cunning he is, he can get them to disappear with the snap of his fingers. He will keep doing this until every single person in your life is gone if he has to.
Zao acts purely on his own desires. It’s his moral compass. Right and wrong will blur together so long as it’s for you, and there’s nothing he won’t do. Murder is as casual of a topic to discuss and do as having breakfast.
A lot of psychopaths would at least get the thrill of doing something so heinous, but he won’t give a shit. He won’t bat an eye. He won’t feel the smallest shred of remorse and carry on like nothing happened. But what he will feel is satisfaction.
If you find out what he did
You can cry all you like. He’ll only feel remotely guilty because you’re heartbroken, but it passes pretty quickly when he’s happy with what he’s done. You could try running away too. Try. But he always finds you. It doesn’t matter if you leave the country and go into hiding. He will follow you to the ends of Earth for the rest of his life. What can he say? He loves a good chase. It’s a fun game of cat and mouse he knows he’ll win.
Every time he finds you, he’ll sneak up to you from behind and whisper, “Are you done, now? Let’s go home already.” If you try to run away again, he’ll just catch you and hold you tight, even while you’re thrashing in his arms. “I can do this forever, kitten. You have nobody else to go to, and nowhere else to be. So don’t waste your energy and come back with me.”
Response to ask:
Of course :) I’m honored you submitted an ask to me after thinking about him 🤗 He’s definitely one of my favorites! Zao’s gotta be the most fleshed out 2p next to Allen. Since 2p’s aren’t canon, they rely solely on the fandom’s interpretation and ability to dish out content on them. I haven’t seen any proper yandere stuff on Zao, so I think this is a first. And boy, he’s a terrifying one for sure.
I feel like he embodies the worst of the yandere trope because he’s into psychological manipulation. Worst isn’t the right word, actually. I believe ‘accurate’ is a better way of describing it. This is what a real yandere looks like.
#yandere#yandere headcanons#headcanons#hetalia#2ptalia#2p!china#2p china#2p china headcanons#Axis powers ヘタリア#axis powers hetalia#request#ask answered#hetalia fanfiction
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Duncan x Halt anon back here again to elaborate on some other points!!! Firstly I’d like to say: TY FOR LISTENING TO MY RANTING MWAH MUCH LOVE <3 AND TO THE QPR CROWLEY/HALT/DUNCAN ANON: GALAXY BRAIN TAKE IM SO INVESTED IN HEARING MORE (particularly about Halt working for morgarath before meeting Crowley and Duncan......I GASPED WHEN I READ THAT. ITS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA)
ANYWAY TO THE ELABORATION: The thing about Halt & Duncan, AKA the Thing that gave me the ship idea, is that Duncan seems to find Halt’s disregard for authority more amusing than anything. In one of the Brotherband books there’s this exchange between Duncan, a few of the Brotherband members, & Gilan:
“And if you think these two are bad, you should see Halt. He’s a senior Ranger and he shows no respect for me at all.”
“That’s not quite true, sir,” Gilan interjected. “He has enormous respect for you, so long as you agree with him.”
“Yes. That’s true. [...] Alright,” [Duncan] said at length, “let me think about what we’ve discussed here.” He looked at Gilan. “I’m still inclined to the idea of sending you with some reasonable force.”
Gilan shrugged. “That’s all right, sir. You’ll soon see the light of reason.”
Duncan sighed. “I suppose so.”
So the whole “we know better than you” thing the Rangers have going on doesn’t bother Duncan enough for him to get upset about it—I think it’s like a joke between all the Rangers and Duncan, that they (Halt especially) serve the King in an official capacity, but beyond that they’ll basically just do whatever the hell they want because 1) they’re skilled enough & smart enough to do it, and 2) Duncan knows that whatever they’re doing it’s for a good reason, and ultimately it’ll turn out better for everyone. And I think Rangers are quite high-ranking, actually, if they answer ONLY to the king (are they above barons? It’s not clear but it feels like they’re definitely up there), so all of that combined means that Rangers in general would get a lot more leeway from the king than a knight or even a baron might get. And Halt isn’t just any Ranger, he’s one of the twelve who helped Duncan regain control of his kingdom & win a war against Morgarath (TWICE), AND if I’m pairing this with my AU where Duncan knows Halt is ex-royalty then Duncan beyond a doubt sees the man as an equal—though I‘d say he sees him as an equal regardless of whether or not he knows about his royal background specifically because of all the crap he’s let Halt get away with lmao. We also saw in the infamous banishment scene, Duncan was more than willing to let Halt off the hook, but his chamberlain insisted that the rules be upheld for the sake of preserving his authority; which is obviously what Halt was banking on. So essentially it seems to me like Halt and Duncan are very good friends but they can’t make it LOOK like they’re friends (or make it look like Duncan doesn’t mind Halt doing questionable stuff) for the sake of appearances or whatever, so in public they’ll act their part of royal-leader-and-loyal-follower but behind closed doors it’s no harm, no foul. (Duncan gives off the vibe of like, someone who has to ACT formal to uphold tradition but really doesn’t care either way? Like someone who maybe didn’t want to be king in the first place but stepped up because it was expected of him & there was no one better to take the throne, but because he was never 100% invested in being king he doesn’t care about the etiquette or whatever—which is what I’d imagine Halt would’ve been like as a king BUT THAT’S A WHOLE OTHER STORY, MOVING ON) Halt will do a bunch of illegal sh*t and Duncan will look the other way because by now, he knows the man well enough to know that he’s doing it for a good cause and his methods may be questionable but he gets 👏 it 👏 DONE. And really, who is he to get in the way of good results? (I mean, he’s the king, but whatever. Halt can get good results without TOO much chaos so it’s all fair game, as far as Duncan’s concerned)
That’s not to say Halt doesn’t respect Duncan at all—Duncan’s put his foot down on a few occasions, most notably when it comes to his family. Whenever it’s a matter of keeping Cassandra or even the late Queen Rosalind safe, he was very firm in his instructions about keeping them safe and the Rangers never defied his orders when his back was turned. They may have negotiated or tried to reason with him, but he had the final say and they all (Halt included) respected it. So there’s just a lot of mutual respect & understanding abt where they stand with one another and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH THEYRE GREAT
ANYWAY WANNA HEAR ABOUT MY HC OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HALT’S SISTER DIES AND DUNCAN FINDS OUT BEFORE HIM BC WHENEVER SOMEONE ROYAL DIES THE NEIGHBOURING KINGDOMS ARE ALERTED????
(I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's Duncan-dealing-with-his-Rangers-appreciation time).
I wanted to post this right away because it plays into @vilewile 's reblog of your earlier ask but to be quite honest I am rather speechless and overwhelmed and processing but it's only because it's all so good???? You made me go from 1 to 10 on the shipping scale with two asks and now I cannot let go. Imma need to come up with my own headcanons soon........
about that last thing in all caps - ANON I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT OF COURSE I WANT TO HEAR THAT
and of course you're more than welcome!!! I genuinely love reading these all and I'm honoured that my inbox is your outlet ahaha :)
#i'm not kidding#when i'm all alone there's nothing that can stop me#so i did in fact scream#anon where is all of this coming from it's so good#so so good#ranger's apprentice#rangers apprentice#john flanagan#ask redrose#ask redrosearrow#also i lowkey don't want to move on from Halt being a king but alright
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So was discussing this with a friend. S8 s*ansa talking about r+L even tho jon asked her not to. Initially we were like book!s would never, but then my friend said book!s DID in book 1 (telling ned's plan to c). Now obviously these are 2 v different situations. Book!s was a kid who had NO idea abt the larger context of things, and she wasn't aware of the political games going on. She genuinely thought she was doing the Right thing or at least what would eventually benefit her and her family 1/2
~because if c and joff are happy it will benefit the starks. So my friend said s8 stuff wasn't all that different since she genuinely believed Dany was nuts and Westeros was better off without her and that jon couldn't see it because he loved her. Plus if jon ends up on the iron throne (which is what we thought she was getting at in telling tyrion) it's again good for the starks? What do you think? If nothing it made sense in the context of show!s considering LF her mentor? 2/2
... I... respectfully disagree on just about everything. In order:
as you said, book!sansa had no fucking idea what she was doing, she was being misled by both cersei and joffrey and she thought she was saving her father, not benefit her family, which is normal given that she’s... twelve. or whatever;
now, the problem is that it’s bad writing if a character starts somewhere and arrives at the same place without nothing having fucking changed in between unless it’s a movie whose point is being depressing or specifically wants to be tragic, because like... circular writing for *long* series where people get invested in *character development* means that we get at the same situation but with changed people - for one, idk, it’s circular writing if jaime’s last line in the series is the things I do for love after he idk knights brienne or saving tyrion’s life or doing something selfless, because we went from jaime who does things for love that are bad for him and bad for everyone else involved to jaime doing things for love for good reasons, which is why among the other reasons the bells is a shit episode that doesn’t work on any level, so if sansa spills the truth about jon to tyrion exactly the way she did in got therefore causing harm and the only difference is that she knows she’s causing harm sansa hasn’t had any development outside of ‘wow she started as a sweet girl and now she’s cersei 2.0′;
on that sense, the entire point in sansa being mentored by lf in the book is that she’s not going to turn out like him or cersei which is plenty obvious because it’s been four books and she’s still kind and empathetic to everyone including people who hurt her, so that is not a legitimate writing choice imvho;
now, about sansa spilling about r+l, there is a whole other level of wrong in it, which we can further divide into the following categories:
a) first of all for what THE SHOW told me, sansa basically decided dany was nuts and hated her because WHY THE FUCK NOT - there is no literal reason for show sansa to dislike dany that much when she went with jon to help, JON was the king so it was his decision to kneel, she didn’t hurt the northerners and she arrived with an army to kill the goddamned zombies, so basically by the point she spills to tyrion she seems like she’s doing that out of pettiness - honest, by 8x04 dany hadn’t... looked nuts or anything, and I’m saying it as someone who doesn’t care about dany but thinks that if S8 did one thing was making you root for her even if you previously didn’t;
b) sansa swore in front of a heart tree (which is sacred to northerners) that she wouldn’t spill and then she did, which is... not that great;
c) more than that, it was going against jon’s wishes because jon made overtly clear that he didn’t want the throne, that he didn’t want to act on his rights and that he knelt to dany and that he wasn’t interested in challenging her claim, so if sansa wanted him to be king she was basically ignoring what HE wanted without even consulting with him first, which is an incredibly bad breach of trust on her side that honestly, if I had been jon in the finale I’d have told her to fuck off and that I never wanted to see her again X°DD like you don’t put people on thrones when they didn’t ask you to out of disliking the legitimate ruler that your brother who was king at the moment bent the knee to because you presumably.... want the independent north which in the books is a thing that will happen because bran is 100% the next kitn, but is not a thing inherently seen as morally better or more just than any other option and which neither ned nor robb actually wanted, so.... no;
‘dany being nuts’ was a decision dnd took without even planning it well because she basically lost it without one single illegitimate reason - I mean, again considering that I don’t care for dany and I think she’s a good khaleesi but not a great ruler and that her adwd stint confirms it and that she’s not endgame ruler for the end of the books... what I see in S8 is that the poor girl goes to winterfell to help them and sansa treats her like shit and everyone treats her like shit, she has to see one of her dragons die once, jorah dies in front of her, when she tries to mingle with the others she gets treated like she doesn’t belong, then it turns out that her new boyfriend is her nephew and a threat to her claim which she has staked her entire storyline on, then almost all of her closest advisors decide to turn against her for wtf reasons when she said from the beginning that she was there to kill cersei and reclaim her rights, then she loses her second dragon and her best friend in the span of one day, then during the bells she goes berserk because they decided to give her joncon’s storyline out of nowhere and bc dnd haven’t even read the first version of the first dance with dragons, but like... honestly at that point my opinion was ‘if she goes and dracaryses the entire continent I’ll just cheer because what the fucking fuck is this they just made her sympathetic and sansa looks like a cold scheming asshole which is not the character I love’, so like... where is the truth? the truth is that dnd decided to go with that shit ending where maybe 5% was grrm’s thing (I mean the small council made of cripples bastards and broken things is a grrm thing, how they get there.... no) and dany didn’t feature in it and they didn’t know how to finish and they went with that also because they knew most fake feminist press was rallying behind the ‘sansa as queen in the north who needs no man’ bullshit storyline so what the fuck let’s just go with that, and like.... again: as someone who doesn’t gaf about dany in the books, that was just not it period
tldr: s8 sansa makes sense maybe if we take her as a separate character who has nothing to do with her book self and that dnd wrote to be cersei lite except slightly more likable, but her actions make no sense, her writing makes no sense and hasn’t since they gave her theon’s fucking sl in S5 and there is literally nothing past episode 8x02 except maybe four scenes that actually makes any shred of narrative sense as an adaptation and within the show’s context, since a lot of stuff is basically characters contradicting each other. I said what I said. /shrug
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I see you're drawing Ereri and I thought... do you have some recs on fics or something that got you into Ereri? (or further deepened your passion) because I lost all of it like 2 years ago since I read all doujins there were and it's kind of... Where has that tingling feeling gone to...? That reminds me, I never read any fics of them. Or talked with others abt them. Wow, don't know if to call that love shallow or just unconditioned lol
I’m going to be really honest with you, I barely read any ereri fics neither did anything really stick with me. It’s been years since I last read something that I actually liked so I’m kind of in the same struggle as you are. I think what really got me into ereri is either the fanart or theories about the characters.
(Ahem, and the fanservice from the actual anime like the official artwork and the chimi chara stuff lmao.)
I’ll list a couple of fics I somewhat still remember though. Mind you though, it’s been years since I last read them so I have no idea if the pairing is correct in the way you want to and uh, yeah… you’ve been warned!
It’s Funny Because Eren Can’t Read
In the Survey Corps, reading and comprehending paperwork is equally as crucial as it is beyond the realm of Eren’s capabilities. However, with his CO’s confidential tutelage, Eren is sure he’ll be able to catch up with his comrades in no time… if he can shake this unexpected suspicion that his fondness for humanity’s strongest soldier isn’t simple hero worship.
Hint: He cannot.
Log On (Unfinished)
Eren is a dedicated gamer, and he prides himself on his ascent from Bronze League Hero to a competitive player. What will he do, however, when a chance encounter with one of the world’s top gamers flips his life entirely? How is he supposed to balance a busy college life with his newfound gaming highlife? Unfortunately for him, there are no walkthroughs on what to do when you fall for someone thousands of miles away from you.
The 6th Ward (I actually really, really love this one)
A comedy about being dead.
Levi is finally returning to work as a nurse after recovering from a car crash that nearly killed him. Nothing says “welcome back” like realizing he’s lost his marbles and can see the disembodied spirits of the comatose patients in the 6th ward. He begrudgingly helps them learn how to be dead. Eren, the newest coma patient in the 6th ward, has six months to learn how to be dead. Good luck, kid.
More under the cut!
Junkyard Dogs
Autocracy — a system where one leader has absolute power — is the only government that exists in prison. Levi is the current ‘Top Dog,’ and for years, no one has had the mind to challenge his position — at least, no one until now. Enter: Eren Jaeger, a new inmate with indefinite mentalities and obscure motives. With the power to shake Levi’s throne, Eren becomes the one exception of everything.
3 AM
The story is about Levi: A neurotic man who suffers from depression, is successful at writing but unsuccessful at everything else. Setting: Breakfast (never in the morning) at his favorite diner, a record store that hasn’t dusted its ceiling fan since the 1970’s, a hole in the wall cafe to drink black tea and judge the terrible tongue tied poets on the shoddy ill-lit stage, a park with swings that are always annoyingly wet, and his immaculate apartment in the city. Levi is riddled with quirky traditions and struggles with anxiety, still battling childhood memories he can never completely forget. Then enter Eren Jaeger, the too loud and too passionate guitar player that takes the stage one night that just won’t stop staring at Levi. Eren is full of hope and promise and everything Levi needs, but Levi can’t have what’s good for him. Right?
What’s Eating You?
As far as accepting one’s death goes, Eren Jaeger thinks he’s doing pretty well. Except for the fact that he should have turned days ago. Why was his bite healing, when he had witnessed several others’ turn them into the soulless monsters now consuming the streets? It doesn’t help that he has been separated from everyone he could call a friend, only to be found by a mysterious group of survivors. Including one who has a personality not far off from the creatures he is trying so hard to avoid.
Great.
Art of War
Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.
Little Titan Café.
Just another cliche AU in which Eren works as a barista in his mother’s café, specializing in latte art. And then there’s Levi, who’s not exactly your typical patron, because, well, he’s blunt and rude (which Eren supposes isn’t that much different from regular customers) but mostly he just confuses Eren’s poor little homosexual heart.
Sword Art Online (Yes, it’s a crossover)
When something seems too good to be true, that’s because it usually is. Within three hours of the game’s start, the creator of the entire endorsement, Akihiko Kayaba, summoned all ten thousand players into the town square of the first floor. Some people were already complaining about the lack of the ‘log out’ feature. I thought it was just some sort of bug, I didn’t think anything of it when I noticed it myself.
Help Me Stand
Eren’s best childhood friend and high school boyfriend, Armin, dies in a car accident in which Eren had been the one at the wheel. Unable to keep from blaming himself, life itself becomes agonizing for Eren and he turns to the more negative side of coping mechanisms. Eventually, he meets a college student named Levi who seems like he has it all figured out, just to discover that they have more in common than he thought. Modern!AU.
You have been connected (Also unfinished)
The one where Levi’s a business man, Eren’s a college student and they meet on Omegle. Twice. It kind of seems like fate after that.
#it's been so long#i literally have no idea anymore#it's easier to keep liking the pairing#by drawing them#but i can understand your point of view too#anyways#i'm sorry if any of these are problematic now#or something?? ??#i have no idea lol#i just remember reading them#that's about it#so uh yeah#there you go i guess#answered
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Ramble abt ur ocs?
I have a good grasp on alex's, I want to get a better one on yours
Damn, I also wanna have a good grasp on my own ocs vnjdfsnvkdjsk go to sleep, friend
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ANYWAYS, I’m finally working on the fantroll’s dancestors, and I’ve made my life simpler by having them just be their older siblings. Their names are: Elafus Ciervo, Rubria Papilo, Buinin Vaacaa, Felipe Montis, Eyoulf Zorroz, Adersi Pardus, Wadjet Kaarme, Ulrick Lobazo, Nannus Cennet, Kotkas Raptor, Grulla Labuut, Etelan Cheval, and Sunnon Velryb, and they’re supposed to be their own sibling’s foils, or just plain opposites
Elafus is a blind merc who totally lives in the shadows unlike Nemusa, who’s been living on the fringe of society. Elafus is more confident in her person and while she doesn’t go about saying that she’s a mutantblood, it’s not something she’d lie about when asked. Since she’s an assassin for hire, she doesn’t really stay in one place, opting to travel from place to place. She’s also got a blind cat. I wanted a cool assassin oc bcus I can only respect for real heroes who actually kill, so she’s a bit of a wish fulfillment for me. If you’ve got the bad guy right in front of you, and you know they’re gonna do more harm later on, just kill them? It’s that easy
Ok, so: I love cowboys, and plan on becoming one, and I’ve recently rewatched The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, and I’m reading a cowboy anthology book rn, so: Rubria, Buinin, and Felipe are all cowboys, and they’re basically the good, the bad, and the ugly
Rubria is the bad: ok so, Haidar’s entire arc has to do w the fact that he joined the mafia and his attempts at breaking free, and here w the dancestors, I wanted to explore that a little bit more. Rubria works directly for the mafia boss, he’s their right-hand man, and is sent to kill Buinin bcus she’s been a pain in the ass and a liability lately. Rubria’s an efficient killer, and he likes to mingle at clubs and saloons. Very conniving, usually always gets his way
Buinin is the ugly: I really liked that scene in TGTBATU where Tuco talks to his brother, who’s a monk, about how in their hometown, you could only get ahead in life if you became a priest or a crook, and coincidentally I had already made Itavam a religious person, so making Buinin the crook in the family was p cool. Buinin is a cow-rustler, and she’s been stealing from the mafia boss’ major storages. She’s very abrasive and heavy-handed, she’s a very focused and straight-to-the-point, no-nonsense person. She also likes to swindle people out of their money
Felipe is the good: dude I just really love Clint Eastwood. That’s basically the entire reason for him. Also me wanting to have more explicitly gay cowboys, but yeah vnfnvkjdnjsk. Ok, Felipe’s a smartass who knows he’s good looking, and uses that to his advantage whenever he’s on a job. He’s usually hired as muscle on farms, making sure bandits don’t get into the barns and all that. He also works as a guide, the reason why he moves around a lot. He gets tangled up with Buinin when he was about to shoot her for trespassing when she promised him lots of money if he helped her take out a sucker
Eyoulf, unlike their lil sib Botolf, lives at the edge of the forest, kinda prairie-like land. Think West Virginia. Eyoulf is actually more in-tune w their aspect, time, than Botolf bcus they work as the local horologist. They make clocks and watches, and is counting on their good work ethic and relationship w the townsfolk to not rat them out. They feel a bit lost, actually, bcus Botolf is so connected w the land and forest, meanwhile they’re keeping time, something that people worry about
Adersi, like Haidar, also got tangled up w the mafia, this time scaling the echelon to become their accountant. I really like the image of a very calm fellow just one day snapping, so that’s what I began with. He’s a very nervous man, a chainsmoker, trying to get his nerves under control. He keeps a gun on his person, just in case. He gets along well w the other cronies, but would rather Leave. He felt heartbroken when he heard that Haidar had also joined the gang. Kotkas, his gf, is helping him get out of this life
Wadjet is an army nurse, and the mood for her character is that beginning scene in Saving Private Ryan where Tom Hanks and the other soldiers are yelling for their medic friend, named Wade. I misunderstood his name as “Waye,” so the scene for me went, “Waye. Waye. Waye!” It was actually p funny, ok, so, Wadjet has been out in the cosmos, away from home, on the battlefield, for most of her career. She’s used to the dirt and grime, and basically only cleans her hands when dealing directly w a patient. Rat girl. She’s also a daywalker, like Euryyd, which makes her a valuable asset to the imperial army, saving fallen soldiers during the daytime. She’s a mother hen, always worried about her friends and her sister. When she enters the game, she immediately tries to find Euryyd
Ulrick is the alpha wolf of his pack. He cares and looks after the wolves, and makes sure they’re out of harm’s way. He’s kinda got blue/orange morality, but it’s bcus he’s been raised a lot longer as a feral child than Romuul, who’s had a steady exposure to other trolls and the internet. Kinda doesn’t talk, ruthless killer when need be, very gentle mountain man. He’s been surviving all this time basically by himself, w only Romuul as troll company before he left their pack. Good tracker, hunter
Nannus is not a jackass, unlike his brother Rajkaa. His being an actual kind rich person is based on every interaction I’ve had w born-rich Latinos, who’ve all actually been humble and kind and never minded getting dirty. Nannus is a very sweet boy, donates to charities all the time, and always makes sure to tip his waiters 20%. He’s also trans!
Kotkas is into politics and wants to use her status as a blueblood (high status troll, very long life) to get ahead and become an ambassador for lower-caste trolls. She also promises to bring stability w her long life. She’s based off of a very political friend of mine, who’s very passionate and aggressive. Kotkas is very soft around Adersi, but she’s fallen prey to comphet, bcus she feels that she must be w him. It’s a very heavy issue for her, bcus while she does love him, she doesn’t love him, and while she doesn’t want to use him as a pawn in her political campaigns, she’s found that it’s been of much help winning over the lowerblood vote, something that she feels very very badly for. She does want to help Adersi out. She’s a good person, she’s just tripped a few times
Grulla is a recovering addict who’s trying to get her life together, as well as Odette’s. As purplebloods, no one can really say no to them, much less deny them any goods and services. Grulla is very diligent, going to AA every week, getting support and trying to find out who she is. Odette still hasn’t realized the severity of her situation, and Grulla is trying to reach out to her
Etelan is very hedonistic and nihilistic. Since he’s never gonna become emperor, he figures that he can do w/e the fuck he wants, and no one can say anything because he’s a violetblood, you’re really gonna tell the prince what to do? No one can say no to him. He’s still also Sunnon’s bodyguard, but he doesn’t take himself seriously bcus he’s sure she can take care of herself (altho, he doesn’t stop hanging out w her). After partying way too hard one night, he lost the use of his legs and is now wheelchair-bound. This was the wake-up call he needed to stop and really think about his life and his life-choices. He was in a band, playing the electric guitar. Once he masters his aspect, space, he’ll be able to make space legs for himself
Sunnon is named for the Sun. Since she is the leader of their group, I wanted her to be the shining star for her friends, and I thought, “well, what’re the brightest stars, I can name her after one,” and I realized that. The Sun is a star. She’s very silent and precautious, she is next in line to the throne, and is anxiously waiting for the day she will ascend. Sunnon likes to dabble in the occult and wyrd, she studies legends and myths and would like to pursue them to become a witch, but bcus of her familial obligations, can’t. The game gives her the gift of her title, which is Witch of Mind. Now she can study all the magic she wants
Designs are incoming! Thank u
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for that book ask game, i've gotta ask every. single. question. i love books and i love hearing abt ppl's opinions on books, so lay it on me, abi!!
I WILL, THANK YOU!
book you’ve reread the most times?
The Princess Bride. I’m basic and it entertains me jaklfjdsakfjsaklfdjs. Really though, I don’t reread very much so that’s not a hard one
top 5 books of all time?
YOU KNOW I’M BAD AT RANKING WHY
ugh
fine
I’ll try. In no particular order:
The Princess Bride-- William GoldmanThe Enchanted Forest Chronicles (and more specifically the prequel trilogy Dealing with/Searching for/Calling on Dragons)The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy--book I beta read and isn’t published yet so idk if it’s okay to talk about--I should be able to think of another one, but I can sense a headache coming so I need to wrap this up and it’s taking me too long to think of one
What is your favourite genre?
Fantasy/science fantasy
what sections of a bookstore do you browse?
H A! Uhm, usually the YA/teen fiction section, fantasy/sci fi section, and art/craft section. If there’s a nerd section (like D&D stuff or whatever), I’ll stare at it and try to will friends who’ll play it with me into existence. So far, my mind powers aren’t powerful enough to succeed
where do you buy books?
Usually either Barnes&Noble or thriftbooks, but I just borrow them a lot nowadays
what books have you read in the last month?
The Fall of Giants by Ken Follett and Dragonspell by Donita K. Paul
is there a series/book that got you into reading?
An old book from my teacher’s bookshelf in first grade. It was about a collie, but I don’t really remember details any more. i loved it so much she let me have it at the end of the year
More recently, The Enchanted Forest Chronicles was the first book I read that really reminded me that hey, reading is pretty neat I should do that more
what is the first book you remember reading yourself?
See above, paragraph 1
when do you tend to read most?
When I’m at my parents’ place
do you have a guilty fav?
A thing not at all taking itself seriously. The more ridiculous the better. Give me goddamn Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail or the original Star Trek levels of goofs and cheese in novel form and I’ll be the happiest camper to ever exist. This is most readily available in kid books, so uh. Seeing me reading dumb cartoony book for kids that may or may not have pictures in it isn’t terribly unusual
what non-fiction books do you like if any?
Yeah nonfiction can be fun! A Street Cat Named Bob is the last nonfiction I think I read. I’m a sucker for cats. There should be more cats in books
did you enjoy any compulsory high school readings?
I flipping LOVED Frankenstein
do you have a goodreads?
My guess is no, since I don’t know what it is and I’m too lazy to google it to find out jkafkalhfskladkjfshfskf
do you ever mark/dog ear books you own?
yeah. Not as much as I used to because I mostly borrow from the library now that I have to pay with books with my own gosh dang human money instead of my parents paying for them
recommend and review a book.
Dealing with Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede. If you’ve ever heard me talk about books after I’ve started reading more, these have probably come up. It’s fantasy, but a goofy, ambling sort of fantasy. The characters are endearing, the jokes are funny, and it doesn’t take itself seriously in the slightest
how many books have you read this year?
How exactly do you expect me to know that? okay hang on let me try...
Eight? I know it’s not impressive I haven’t been reading again for very long
top 5 children’s books?
OH HELL YEAH THIS ONE I CAN DO
Gregor the Overlander -- Suzanne Collins
The Looking Glass Chronicles -- Frank Beddor
Lockwood & Co. -- Jonathan Stroud
The Hero’s Guide to Saving Your Kingdom -- Christopher Healy
the Artemis Fowl series -- Eoin Colfer
This is literally almost all remembering what books I loved though, with the exception of Lockwood & Co.
do you like historical books? which time period?
Ehhhh I didn’t really like them much when I was a kid, but The Fall of Giants wasn’t bad so maybe I’ll branch into it?
most disliked popular books?
I dunno, man. 50 shades of gray? the game of thrones books? Like what books are even popular right now? You expect me to know that?
what are things you look for in a book?
Humor. It’s not a dealbreaker, but dang will humor make me gravitate towards a book more than anything else. Other than that, happy endings. Bring me the happy endings. I will refuse to read something if I know the ending is unhappy. And also The Power of Friendship
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Erik (Killmonger) Stevens/Black!Reader
Summary: As far as reader feels, long distance relationships hardly ever work... Or do they?
Word Count: 1.9k
Notes: FR Ya’ll spare my ass cause this shit is my first posted fic and boiii im out here scared shITLESS
Listen,Seeing you got ritualistic
Cleansing my soul of addiction now ‘Cause I’m fallin’ apart.
Yeah, tension
Between us just like picket fences
You got issues I won’t mention for now, Cause we’re fallin’ apart..
You stood in the shower thinking about the last time you had a real conversation with Erik, the detached shower head close to your face as you rinsed the deep conditioner out of your stubborn curly hair. The start of this month might've actually been the end of y'all little three month relationship, ever since you moved out of Oakland to go be closer to your family in another state, he kind of cut all of your contact with him short.
The arguments started to pop up more, conversation over the phone became tense and brief. You definitely felt that spark between the two of you beginning to slip away and it was pissing you off because you still had yet to understand why he would stop speaking to you just because you moved.
You stepped out of the shower after you slid the shower head back on its mount, not bothering to ring out your wash rag as you threw it back on the towel rack. You threw your hair up in a towel, and wrapped another around your body frame, exiting the steamy bathroom to throw some shit on before bed.
‘Don’t Touch My Hair’ blasted through the speakers of your iPhone 8, to which you’d thrown on your queen mattress, letting the towel hanging off your titties fall to the floor of your modest bedroom. As you threw on some pajamas, the song playing from your phone had been interrupted shortly with a ding, as you perked up. “Who the hell’s texting me this late at night?” You fussed to yourself, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the iMessage displayed across the screen.
My Boo “You up?”
You rolled your eyes, picking up the cell phone and typing up a reply. “Yeah. Just hopped out the shower. Y.”
“Jus wonderin. Take a pic for me.”
“Naw. Too tired for that freaky shit.”
You waited a good two minutes for a reply before you sucked your teeth, throwing your phone back down, going to sit down in front of your vanity mirror, detangling your hair carefully so you didn’t accidentally pull your hair from your damn scalp. You chuckled to yourself, it gave you a rush of confidence turning down Erik like that. He stayed expecting to get something from you when he rarely ever gave. Even though when he gave it was amazing but…. that’s besides the point.
You wasn't about to sit there and tend to his every need when he didn't do the same for you anymore. Y’all changed and it hurt like hell, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
I can't blame you, no.
You finally got a reply back from him, as you turned out your bedroom light, climbing under your bed sheets. “Smh.”
“When's the next time I'm gonna see you?” You decided to change the subject since it wasn't going anywhere. Despite being a little mad at Erik, you still wanted to at least have a conversation with the nigga. “IDK. Gotta see how my schedule look. Y don't you come 2 me?”
“That can be arranged.”
“Bet. Wyd?”
You instantly rolled your eyes at the question, you hated when he asked you that because every time he'd ask, you're doing something boring. “About to fall asleep. But you keeping me up ofc.”
“Good. I want you 2 think abt me when you dreamin.” You smirked at that, deciding to leave him on read as you turned your phone off with a soft ‘click’, tucking it under your pillow after plugging it in.
Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
I can't blame you, no.
You were seriously gonna plan going back to California to see this man, but you'd have to let your people know first ahead of time so they weren't just wondering why you disappeared again.
By the time your alarm went off for work, you had sleep like two minutes max, so it made you grouchy as hell. You flipped the thin sheets off of your soft chocolate legs, eyes heavy as shit as you forced yourself to get ready for another day of your regular ass hustle.
You threw on your work uniform after taking a quick shower, grabbing up your apartment keys and essentials before you left the house for your job.
_ _ _
Listen,
Harder building's trust from a distance.
Let's rule out commitment for now, cause we're fallin’ apart.
Leavin’? You’re just doing that to get even.
Don’t pick up the pieces, just leave it for now
Cause we’re fallin’ apart.
By the time you got back to your crib, you were all the way burnt out, your feet burning and tired from running around doing so much stock in that small, agitating retail shop you worked at.
You swore as soon as you stepped through the door, your phone started ringing, making you let out a groan. “Hello?” You hadn’t even bothered to look at the caller ID to see who it was.
“Damn, who pissed you off today?” The remark made you suck your teeth as you glanced at your feet, slipping out of your ugly ass work shoes, and stumbling over to your couch. “Everybody.” You bit back, letting your eyes fall close as you laid down on the comfortable seating. “Even me?”
“Especially you.” A sleepy smile spread across your face at the sound of Erik’s deep chuckle in your ear. “But I called you to let you know that you prolly won't be able to come to visit me.”
The comment made you sit up, back aches and all, your pretty face screwing up. “And nigga why not?” Erik let out a huff of air at your aggressive attitude, he knew you'd react like this before he even said anything. “Because this week I'm working heavily so by the time I get home, Imma be tired as hell. So don't waste your time tryna visit.”
“Fuck you mean “waste my time”? Erik we haven't seen each other for months now. Why would that be a waste of time?” Another impatient noise came from his end of the line, you listened to the sudden silence coming from your phone's speaker, only brief shuffling.
“Y/N–”
“No, Erik. If you don't want me to come then just be real with me. I know that bitch that's in your house right now wouldn't want me to be there either.”
You spat, you didn't want to be the one to be starting shit but you and Erik been distant for awhile now and you were sick of it. “Y/N, that's far from the fucking case. You should know that.”
“I don't know shit anymore, Erik.” You heard Erik sigh again, “You accusing me of having bitches in my house but why the fuck you looking so fine every time you post on the gram, huh? What nigga you dressing up for?”
You were so stunned at his accusation that it made you speechless, Erik’s side getting quiet again as he waited for a valid explanation. “What are you talking about? I dress up for my damn self.”
“Then stop saying I got women in my house, and trust me when I tell yo ass that it's work that's keeping me busy.” You knew you were being unfair and irrational by accusing him of cheating, but you were so dead set on traveling to him that it infuriated you that he would tell you not to come at all.
“Fine, Erik..” You weren't about to apologise to him because you were still mad, Erik knew that much. But his work wasn't the type of job that you could just call out on. His schedule was full and he needed you to just deal with that for the time being.
“Now stop poutin’ and tell me how ya’ day went.”
_ _ _
Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
I can't blame you, no.
Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
I can't blame you, no.
It's a few weeks later and you're chilling, curled on your small loveseat as you waste away the rest of your off day watching Game of Thrones and snacking on unhealthy shit. You ran a few errands today like restocking your kitchen, and paying off your rent for the month, so now you were just relaxing in some tight ass pajama shorts and a grey tank top.
You felt your phone buzz in your lap, and then buzz again as you grabbed it from its spot huddled halfway between your legs. It was Erik.
“Open ya door.” As you read the message, loud knocking radiated throughout your apartment, making you jump from your spot on the couch, going into fight or flight mode as you approached the door. You took a peek through the peephole in the door, snatching it open when you saw Erik standing in front of your door, his dreads cascaded over his face as he stared down at the lit screen of his phone.
“What the hell are you doing here!” You hissed at him, the chain of your door lock obstructing some of your view, as you stared him down.
“Good to see you too. I thought yo ass missed me, but now we speaking through locked doors?” You rolled your eyes, closing the door to unlatch the lock. After you unlocked it, Erik opened the door to let himself in.
You glared at his feet with a raised eyebrow, his black and white Air Max 95s still laced on his feet as he stepped on your freshly vacuumed carpeted floor. “You might wanna take those off before I drag ya ass back out the door.” He rolled his eyes, taking off his expensive sneaks and putting them neatly on your shoe shelf by the door. “Thank you, sir.”
“Mhm.” He hummed, walking around your apartment, oddly scanning the area. You watched amused as he dipped down, looking under your couch, and then your loveseat. “Erik, What are you looking for.” That came out as a statement more than a legitimate question.
“That nigga you been dressin’ up for lately.” The comment made you double over with laughter, as Erik rose back up from his spot where he was laid out on the floor, staring at you with a stoic expression. “You think I’m playin’ Y/N?”
“Yes. Yes I do.” You caught your breath after cracking up, crossing your arms again. “Nigga, you came all the way here just for that? I’m hurt.”
“No, babygirl,” He walked across the room to where you stood, grabbing both of your arms to uncross them, letting his own slip around your waist, pulling you towards him in one quick motion. “I came here to see my chocolate goddess.” He leaned in for a kiss, to which you dodged by moving your head back, watching him frown up, “Stop playin’.” You snorted, letting a smile spread across your face as you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, leaning up on your tip-toes.
“I missed you so damn much, babygirl.” You hummed in reply, practically melting in his grasp as you relished in the feel of his lips against your own. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply, pulling back from the kiss suddenly, as Erik opened his eyes, eyeing you curiously.
“Erik– how’d you get my fuckin’ address?”
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so i went back into my discord history to dig up some meta i wrote a while back about briala. alice, nixe, mo, merc, and cay have all already read this, but i feel like a lot of it is really important to my characterization and i want it on my blog. maybe someday i’ll format it to read in a less disjointed, chat-style way, but for now -- have 1600+ words about briala’s backstory, i guess?
cw: lots of emotional abuse and gaslighting, lots of character death
im having a mood abt the tactics celene might have used to keep briala on her side when they were fighting and aaugh
bc i think a lot about the scene at the beginning of TME where bria is getting sexually harassed by a palace guard and the fact that nobody in that scene, briala included, acts like its anything particularly abnormal. that worries me
i mean. celene killed her damn parents. i dont think encouraging a guard to harass briala from time to time to make herself look like a saint in comparison is beyond her
and i have this mental image of briala being hurt in some way, nothing serious, a bruise here or there from someone other than celene, deliberately caused to send her running back to the empress who will make it all better
to give briala someone to hate instead of celene
to give celene the opportunity to 'make it up' to her
because i dont believe for a second that celene, grand player of the Game that she is, wouldn't stoop that low
she would do anything in her power to keep briala
because she is too dangerous, she knows too much
my headcanon is that when celene tried to send her away to live with the Dalish, it wasn't for her own protection
it was to keep her from ever realizing the truth of what happened the night her parents died, because it could destabilize celene's grip on power
and when Briala came back, well, she had to come up with another plan. and she cared for Briala enough that she didn't want to just kill her. so she made her into an intensely loyal asset
so i think any time Briala started to turn on her, started to want to leave her service even a little, she would do something to make herself look like the good guy again
the thing i always think about
Briala was supposed to be killed that night along with her parents
it wasn't 'all the servants except briala' it was 'all the servants'. the fact that she survived was pure luck, and the fact that celene didn't just have her killed after that point was because. well. Celene was a 16 year old lesbian about to ascend the throne of one of the most powerful countries in Thedas. One might imagine her a bit lonely.
im pretty sure she knew sending briala away was sending her to likely bandits or death by starvation
but she didn't have to feel so personally responsible for that
its easy to kill a palace full of servants whose names you dont know
theyre just numbers on a piece of parchment saying how many bodies you have to clean up
briala made herself real to celene and that makes her harder to kill
because she could have just killed her right then herself
but celene never had the stomach for killing people herself. she just gives the orders.
and so when faced with that situation, with her personal handmaiden traumatized, crying, covered in her parents' blood saying 'they're all dead', the smart thing to do would have been to kill her. but celene didn't do that. she just sent her away to near-certain death instead.
Briala is incredibly dangerous to Celene
especially post-TME, post realization of exactly how Celene orchestrated her rise to power
she is the only one who knows that Celene's claim on the throne is truly illegitimate, no matter how much Gaspard tries to argue it
not only did she have her own palace servants murdered
she had the emperor assassinated
which i think everyone misses?
she had him assassinated and then staged the murder of her palace servants to paint herself as an innocent victim who just happened to not be there that night
thats why all the palace servants were killed
so that suspicion would not fall on her for Florian's murder
the point was to make it look like the same assassins who went after her uncle were also going after her
when in reality she was the one calling the shots all along
i did briefly toy with writing a verse where Briala never met Felassan, where she made it to the Dalish safe at 14 years old and tried to become one of them
but the fact is that the moment he sent her back to Celene was a defining moment for her, something that fundamentally changed her, and she wouldn't have been anywhere near the same person without that
it told her, right there and right then, subtextually and insidiously, that the cause was the most important thing, more than her safety - because she knew it was dangerous being anywhere near the Empress-to-be, she wasn't stupid. she didn't even really know what the cause was at that point; he never told her what he got out of their meetings. so the cause to her became helping elves. and then that really quickly became warped to helping celene because she convinced her that it was the best way to serve the cause.
"what would have been different if she'd decided what she wanted to fight for on her own?"
she would have been a lot less.....not less dedicated, but less 'dedicated to the detriment of her own wellbeing'
if she had decided herself not to go to the Dalish, to stay by Celene's side to enact change, rather than just following the orders of other people, her story would be very different
concept: briala actually processing her trauma??? what???
bc you know the moment she got back to the palace with Celene after meeting Fel for the first time she threw herself headfirst into the Game
she focused all of her energy on intelligence-gathering and supporting Celene in her bid to become Empress
She never gave herself a single moment to grieve
and it isn't an uncommon story in Thedas, an elf watching someone or multiple someones they love cut down by humans
imagine if u will: briala, trying to have a funeral, not just for her parents, but for all of them
thats the thing i really feel the need to
idk
it wasn't just her parents
briala grew up in the palace. her parents were both palace servants.
she knew every single one of those servants. they were her friends and her family. and at the end of it she was left standing covered in blood in front of celene. celene was all she had left.
she didn't have any friends at the beginning of TME. she was friendly with the cook, but that was it.
celene took a generally happy, driven, and incredibly smart 14-year old elven girl and took away everyone she had ever known except herself. she made herself briala's world.
that's the real reason i hate that you can reunite them. its not that i don't believe they could be reunited - its that they can. because briala doesn't have anyone else. she has celene and felassan. that's it.
when you only have one person, its easy to make excuses for them and justify the things theyve done. its easy to believe them when they apologize and promise to do better.
thats why i want briala to have friends and lovers and people
i want to have a verse where she has grown so far beyond that point that she would laugh if Celene asked her to return to the palace
i want her to stop loving Celene but she isn't there yet
in my current writing, at least
she is still vulnerable to her in every verse where Celene is still alive
i just imagine her like
talking quietly about her childhood best friend among the servants
we don't get to see much of Briala's childhood
we get the moment of her mother telling her she mustn't try to hide her ears and that she must be proud of being an elf. that's really it.
but we do know that there were other children of servants who were considered for Celene's handmaiden aside Briala
i like to think she was friends with these other children. that she wasn't always lonely from the start
but of course that leads down the road of those friends being slaughtered as well so its a tradeoff
and then there's the question of whether when Celene kissed her when she was sending her away, if that was her first kiss, if she ever even had the chance to love someone else
i think a lot about how Briala spent 20 years learning how to love exactly 1 person the way she wanted to be loved
just imagining her trying to have a romantic relationship with someone else with that framework still in place is painful. it wouldn't work no matter how much she wanted it to because she'd be treating them like celene. she has no other model for how a relationship can work
she bypasses that somewhat with Lana, but its still there, thinking that the best thing to do is the thing that Keeps Lana Safe
she wouldn't recognize abuse if she got into another bad relationship
and she doesn't know how a relationship works where she isn't centering the other person's needs over her own
she gave up everything she ever wanted or aspired to for Celene
one time i got a prompt from a lyric starter list i made
'you can still be what you want to'
and briala just. broke for a moment.
'no. i can't. i never could - none of us ever could. thats why we fight.'
she doesn't have interests or hobbies or friends or a life
celene was her life and now she's filled that void with her cause
#meta;#about the muse;#this is a lot of words and i really need to go through and retype this in a way that is proper sentences and such#don't have the spoons for it today#emotional abuse cw#death cw
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title: build a home in me (i’ll give you a place to hide)
pairing/characters: promptis if u tilt ur head
rated: g
summary: Sometimes Noctis just wants a place to hide from the endless cacophony that is being the next in line for the Lucian throne. Prompto doesn't have much to offer, but he does his best.
alternatively, how prompto accidentally became a willing accomplice to noctis' self-kidnapping from all the pressure that is his life.
i can’t believe i’m back with more ffxv fanfiction but here you go, something soft because friendship is really important to me and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, also honestly let noctis rest already, i will Fight
>ao3 link <
Prompto waves goodbye to the other members of the photography club, humming to himself as he turns to head home. But when he turns the corner, he finds a familiar figure leaning against the wall.
“Noct! You’re still here?”
Noctis glances up at him. “Hey, Prompto. You done with club?”
“Yup! You wanna go somewhere?”
“Can we go to your place?” Noctis is already walking down the stairs, expecting Prompto to follow.
Prompto blinks at his friend’s back. They usually go over to Noctis’ apartment, since it’s closer and Noctis has all of the latest consoles and also just. Ignis’ cooking. But Prompto doesn’t voice his questions out loud. Instead, he bounds after Noctis. “Sure! Is your ‘guard giving us a ride?”
Noctis’ shoulders immediately go up. “Let’s take the train,” he says shortly.
Prompto bites his lip. Something is definitely bothering Noctis. But Prompto knows his friend, and he knows that when Noctis is moody, he prefers to stew in silence until he’s ready to confront his problems. And that’s fine, but right now, Noctis is actively seeking his company. So Prompto vows to not screw it up.
On the train, he lets Noctis lean on his shoulder. In his school uniform, Noctis doesn’t really stand out against the crowd unless he’s standing at full attention. There’s that air of royal grace one just can’t hide, but in their three or so years of high school, Noctis has mastered the art of slouching like an angsty teenager, and no one looks at them twice.
Noctis isn’t a very tactile person, something Prompto has always chalked up to his royal upbringing and properness that Ignis is always talking about. Sometimes, mostly when it’s just the two of them, Noctis will let Prompto sit close, close enough their body heat mingles and the barely-there barrier between Prince Noctis and his subjects will disappear completely. So Noctis leaning on Prompto like this in a public space is something rare. He must be really tired, Prompto thinks, to allow himself to let his guard down like this. Vulnerable.
When Prompto lets them into his foster parents’ house, Noctis immediately makes a beeline for the couch. Prompto only watches in dismay. Noctis has always complained about how uncomfortable that couch is, despite the fact that he’s only visited a handful of times. Prompto agrees, seeing as the couch is rarely used and mostly just there to fit into the neat interior design that his parents seem to like so much, even though they don’t come back often enough to appreciate it.
Prompto hovers behind the couch. “Oh, hey, Noct,” he says brightly, “What do you want for dinner? The fridge isn’t really stocked, since I mostly eat at your place and Ignis seems to have spoiled me—” He notices how Noctis stiffens at the name of his advisor, so Prompto talks faster. “—We could get takeout from that fast-food place you like? The one with the meat-atarian burgers? Oh, but they don’t do deliveries—But it’s just down the block, I can run out and get them, it’ll be like fifteen minutes—”
“No!” Noctis sits up, but quickly averts his gaze. “Just. Stay here. Please.”
“O-okay.” Prompto pulls at his bottom lip. “Uh. There’s probably? Some ramen leftover in the cupboards from last time I went shopping? How about some good old ramen, yeah?”
Noctis nods, flopping back onto the couch. Prompto sighs to himself. He can read Noctis like a comic book but sometimes it’s a little hard understanding what exactly the problem is when it feels like the whole universe is out against his best friend. Shaking his head, Prompto turns to hunt down some edible food.
There are some packages of ramen left, though the due date is closer than he thought. He decides to actually cook them instead of just pouring hot water. He’s no Ignis in the kitchen, but he’s had enough practice living alone that he won’t set off the fire alarm. Probably. At some point, Noctis even wanders over to help, though Prompto suspects it’s mostly to make sure only minimal spinach goes into the ramen.
They opt to settle on the floor instead of the lumpy couch. The tv is on, some cartoon about an exiled lion that makes friends with wild animals and journeys back to reclaim his rightful throne. Something about the show turns Prompto’s stomach, but when he glances over at Noctis, he finds his friend isn’t even paying attention.
Noctis’ phone pings again like it has been for the better part of the last hour, and Prompto watches as Noctis scowls, brows knit and mouth tight, eyes dark under his bangs. He shuts down the phone and then throws it across the table. They both stare after it as it falls out of sight and lands with a soft thump on the floor.
“Noct? That sounded important...”
Noctis sighs. “I just... don’t want to deal with all that right now. I don’t—I don’t want to be Noctis Lucis Caelum right now, okay? Just for one night, I... I don’t want anything to do with the throne.”
Prompto stays quiet. He looks at Noctis as his friend leans his head back against the couch cushion, eyes closed and looking so weary, so miserable, so much older than he should be.
“Okay,” says Prompto, “then... you can just be Noctis, Prompto’s best friend, right?”
When Noctis finally meets his gaze, there’s a small smile ghosting his lips.
Prompto grins back.
He waits until he hears the shower running before pulling his phone from his pocket. It was vibrating nonstop throughout their dinner, so much so that Prompto is half-afraid there will be a hole in his favourite pair of jeans.
[6:38 pm] [from: iggy]
Prompto, is Noctis with you?
[7:03 pm] [from: iggy]
Prompto, Noctis is ignoring my calls and neither Gladio nor I have any idea where he is. Please respond.
[7:15 pm] [from: iggy]
Prompto, you won’t be in trouble, but I need to know where Noctis is. Please respond.
[7:20 pm] [from: behemoth]
hey is noct w u
if he is tell him 2 text iggy or sth
[7:27 pm] [from: iggy]
Noctis refused a ride today, said he was ‘hanging out’ with you. Please respond.
[7:29 pm] [from: iggy]
Neither of you are responding and I am worried.
[7:32 pm] [from: iggy]
Please do not make me have to call the Crownsguard.
[7:40 pm] [from: behemoth]
iggys abt 2 have aneurysm
tell noct if he doesnt respond in 10mins ill kick his ass
after iggy kills him
Prompto winces. He does not want the Crownsguard to come knocking down his door. It’s one thing going through a full security check the first few times he visited Noctis’ apartment. He doesn’t need his neighbours asking why he’s so closely associated with the Prince.
Sparing a quick glance down the hall where the bathroom is, he texts back as fast as he can.
[7:58 pm] [to: iggy]
im sorry!!!!! noct IS here we’re @ my place
pls dont send the guards after me
[7:59 pm] [from: iggy]
Why isn’t Noctis answering my calls.
[8:00 pm] [to: iggy]
he turned his phone off
he’s kind of;; upset
[8:02 pm] [from: iggy]
That is no reason to worry his guardians. I will come collect him.
[8:03 pm] [to: iggy]
i dont think thats a good idea ignis
i think noct just needs some space
let him sleep over? i promise nothing will happen to him
[8:05 pm] [from: iggy]
That’s not your decision to make, Prompto. Our priority is the Prince’s safety.
[8:06 pm] [to: iggy]
i know but
i think hes rlly stressed about the whole prince thing
please ignis?
Prompto chews on his bottom lip, looking from his phone to the empty hallway. He understands Ignis’ concern, but he’s also Noctis’ best friend. He’d risk being arrested for attempted kidnapping of the Crown Prince if it meant being able to give Noctis some peace of mind.
He just wants to give Noct a safe space to stay when he needs it. And right now, he needs it more than ever.
His phone buzzes again, and he looks back down apprehensively.
[8:12 pm] [from: iggy]
Fine. I will have his security detail set up surveillance of your place though.
[8:13 pm] [to: iggy]
thanks ignis!! he’ll be back before u know it
[8:14 pm] [from: iggy]
Not too soon, then.
Noctis refuses to move from the bed. He’s completely camped out, knees tucked in and blanket wrapped securely around his body, only the top of his head peeking out from his makeshift nest.
“I had to tell them,” Prompto says again. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, but Noctis has been ignoring him ever since Prompto told him about the texts. “They’re just doing their job.”
The Noctis-shaped lump huffs crossly, before shuffling against the wall. Except Prompto’s comforter is patterned with dancing chocobos, so instead of making Prompto feel guilty, he just feels amused. He tries his best to stop smiling.
“Noooooct,” he says, climbing up onto the bed. “Come ooon, it’s rude to ignore your host when he’s so graciously offered up his humble abode for you to hide out in.”
“You’re not gracious at all,” is Noctis’ muffled reply.
“You wound me.”
“Good.”
Prompto tugs at his wristband absentmindedly as he muses what to do next. It’d be kind of a waste if Noctis just spent the entire time pouting. But there’s really nothing to do in this house. He’s rarely here after all, spending most of his time either at Noctis’ place or at the arcade or at his part-time job or frolicking about taking photographs or just anywhere but here, really.
“Hey, Noct.” Prompto scoots back until he’s leaning against the wall, too. “Let’s plays a game.”
“... What game?”
“Uh... Question and Answer?”
That gets a reaction out of Noctis. His face pokes through the top of the blankets, and he frowns at Prompto. “That’s not a game, Prompto. That’s an interrogation.”
“Humour me for a sec, here, bro.” Chewing on his lip thoughtfully, Prompto says, “What would you name your pet chocobo, if you had a pet chocobo?”
“Of course you’d ask about chocobos.”
“Come on, don’t tell me you never thought about having a pet chocobo!”
Noctis rolls his eyes. But his entire head has emerged from the blanket now. “Prompto,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I’d name it Prompto.”
Prompto squints. “I can’t tell if you’re being sweet or just being an ass.”
His friend only smirks back at him. “What would you name yours then?”
“Stella! Or Cherry. Or Bea! Or Liv! Or Nora!”
“Any particular reason why those are all girl names, Prompto? Hm?”
It takes him a moment to understand what Noctis is getting at. Prompto’s face heats up. He swats at his friend, receiving a satisfying grunt of pain. “Sh-Shut up, dude! At least I didn’t name it after my best friend!”
“That would be great disrespect,” Noctis sniffs, rubbing his shoulder, “naming an animal after your royal prince.”
“Uh-uh! You’re not a prince anymore, remember? Tonight you’re just plain ole Noctis, a lazy nerd who sleeps like a cat and for some reason has a personal vendetta against beans.”
As expected, Noctis scrunches his face at the mention of his most hated vegetable. “Beans are gross, Prompto. Don’t make me vomit on your bed.”
“Okay, okay, fine. Next question: what kind of animal would you be?”
“You just said I was a cat.”
“What kind of animal do you think I would be, then?”
“That’s easy,” Noctis says, and there’s that crooked grin of his, and that playful glint in those blue eyes as they look at Prompto from behind those dark bangs. A strand of his hair is sticking up from being under the blanket for so long. “A chocobo.”
“That was easy,” Prompto agrees, grinning back. “Hmm... If you could go anywhere in Eos, where would you want to go?”
“Anywhere but here,” Noctis says right away. But then he sighs, and leans his head back until he knocks against the wall. “I think... Galdin Quay, maybe. I heard the fishing’s good there.”
Prompto hums. “You do love fishing.”
“What about you?”
There’s a pause as Prompto considers. He didn’t really have an answer despite asking the question. He’s never really gone anywhere. Noctis hasn’t either, but he’s the Prince, whether he likes it or not, and unfortunately that means being watched like a hawk and being confined to certain areas of Insomnia. Prompto just never had the chance to go anywhere. It’s not like his parents would take him. And anything else before coming to this house doesn’t count, because he can’t remember.
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I guess I’m fine with anywhere, as long as it’s with you, Noct.”
It’s not until the words are out of his mouth and in between them that Prompto realizes what he’s just said. But it’s too late. His eyes widen, and he bites his lip forcefully, mentally cursing himself. That kind of sappy novel bullshit is fine when they’re clearly teasing, but this conversation has been quiet, almost intimate. It’s not like the words are a lie, because they’re not. Prompto is pretty sure he’d go to the ends of Eos for Noctis, he’d probably maybe most certainly die for Noctis, not because Noctis is his Prince but because Noctis is probably definitely the most important person in his life, ever.
Prompto doesn’t want to push away the only real friend he has with his stupid clinginess.
When he finally risks a glance over at Noctis, he finds the other boy staring down at his lap, lips pressed tight like he wants to say something but isn’t really sure what. And if Prompto’s eyes aren’t deceiving him, there’s a slight tinge of pink dusting Noctis’ cheeks.
Prompto doesn’t know what this means. He stays quiet.
“It’d be nice,” Noctis says eventually, voice low and slow, “if we could go explore the world some day, see what’s there outside the wall. Insomnia’s nice and all but... sometimes I feel like there are so many things out there we’re missing out on, you know? So if maybe... One day, before I have to ascend the throne or whatever, I’d like to travel a bit. It’d be cool if you could come with.”
Warmth swells in his chest. Prompto smiles. “Are you asking me to go on a road trip with you, Noct?”
“Sure.” Noctis shrugs. “Gladio and Specs will probably have to come with, but it’d be something, wouldn’t it? And besides,” Noct tilts a smile at him, “it wouldn’t be a true road trip without our very own photographer, would it?”
Prompto all but launches himself onto his best friend. They tumble down in a heap, but Noctis doesn’t pull away. In fact, if Prompto’s not imagining it, Noctis’ arms holds him closer.
“I’d be honoured,” Prompto says into Noctis’ shirt. It’s one of his, an old one so it hangs off Noctis’ slightly fuller frame oddly, but Prompto thinks the other boy wears it better than he ever did. It smells a little like himself and something that is entirely Noctis.
It smells like home.
“Good,” Noctis replies, one hand coming up into Prompto’s hair. “Because it wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Prompto’s glad his face is currently buried against his best friend’s chest, because he doesn’t know what his expression is doing right now, only that it’s embarrassing.
He’s a lucky, lucky bastard. One of the Astrals must have been looking out for him because even if he can’t remember where he came from or why his nightmares are tinged with red and steel and fading screams, even if there’s an ugly mark etched into his wrist that never allows him to forget that he doesn’t deserve any of this, even if some mornings he can’t face his own reflection and his skin itches and itches because he’s wrong and everyone can tell, even if the house he returns to every night has always been empty and cold and never a home, even if everyone has always looked at him funny because he has the nerve to hang around the Prince like he belongs—
Prompto wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant all of that led up to this moment right here, being able to sink into the warmth of his best friend. Noctis is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s incredibly selfish of him, but Prompto would do anything to be able to remain by Noctis’ side.
They fall into a comfortable, familiar sort of silence. Prompto’s still sprawled over Noctis, but Noctis doesn’t say anything, so Prompto doesn’t either. Their hugs never lasted this long before, but they’re no stranger to drifting off in the same space after a hearty round of video games. And if Prompto is being honest, having someone else’s body heat next to his works better than any sleeping pill.
When his thoughts start to float off in strangely abstract tangents, he taps at Noctis’ side. “Noct,” he says, “I should turn off the lights before we fall asleep for real.”
“Nnnngh,” Noctis says back. He doesn’t seem to want to let go.
“Okay, fine, but at least let me—” Prompto wiggles until Noctis, groaning loudly, loosens his hold enough for him to reach over for one of his many stuffed moogles. He’s now half on his back, with Noctis’ arms wrapped around him like some sort of koala, and even if he turns his head it’s still an awkward angle. Still, he raises his arm, squinting across his room at the wall next to the door. He takes his aim, pulls back, and then releases.
The moogle hits the light switch, and then they’re both drenched in darkness.
“Nice shot,” Noctis murmurs above his head.
“Of course,” Prompto says, grinning proudly.
He rolls back over, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in so he doesn’t wake up with a pulled muscle or something. Noctis adjusts his arms to accommodate more of his weight. Soon, they’re both lying on their sides, Prompto’s head tucked under Noctis’ chin, the chocobo blanket tossed over the both of them, legs tangled together and somehow none of their long awkward limbs trailing off the edge of the bed. Noctis’ breathing ruffles Prompto’s hair slightly. He closes his eyes, concentrating on counting the steady rhythm. It’s warm, but comfortably so.
“Prompto,” he hears just as he was drifting off again. There’s a feeling of fingers gently running through his hair, and then a whisper, soft enough for only his ears to hear, “Thank you.”
Prompto’s eyelids are too heavy by now, but he can feel the edges of his mouth pull up. He presses closer, nose against his best friend’s collarbone, and dreams.
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shoutout to all my fellow sansa stans & reminder that sansa is actually in the eyrie right now & shes happy & what d&d have written is as far from canon as possible :)
#outofalcohol#shoutout to anyone that was like me & started shaking & crying tonight!!!! hope ur doing better now if that was the case#also i see i have a message in my inbox & i will get to that tomorrow probably#for right now i just. need to think abt anything other than game of thrones
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