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hunnymisworld · 20 hours

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How the JJK characters would respond to you:

When you twist your ankle during training.

SFW | Fluff | Short au

GOJO SATORU

Would probably laugh at you for being "dumb" and "clumsy" before actually helping you when he notices that your ankle start to look swollen T.T

"Stupid ass. I told you to fix your form. You can't fight looking like T H A T"

Trains you to make your fighting style to look effortless.

Will call Shoko to "deal" with your injury T.T (but he will be there with you while you are getting treated) Yes, you're going to THE CLINIC where Shoko is - not just the mini clinic in the the Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Will roast the heck out of you for having a bad stance but is secretly worried about you. (Explains why he rushed you to Shoko's clinic)

A DRAMA QUEEN (but hides it well)

Gives you 5 days to rest your feet.

Let's you observe the training instead.

Will give you advice while he drives you back to your dorm and WILL AGREE if you ask to get ice cream. (Ends up buying ice cream for everybody)

THE FUN AND CHAOTIC TRAINOR (wbk he's the strongest; GOAT fr)

NANAMI KENTO

Will help you up but then he noticed you wince when you try to balance yourself up.

"What's wrong y/n? Are you hurt?"

A G E N T L E M A N

Would carry you on his back towards the clinic and get you the first aid kit (istg this man KNOWS what he is doing - trust him)

Will treat you himself but will call Shoko to ask what dose and type of painkiller you need and buy it for you if you needed it.

"Next time, fix your stance and form. You can try to look at your reflection in the mirror and practice it when your feet gets better"

Gets you something warm to eat before he continue treating your swollen ankle (he takes his time cause he wants his work to be neat)

Gives you a WHOLE WEEK to recover. He would call every now and then to check up on you since he is busy with work but he occasionally comes over if you really can't get up.

THE SERIOUS TYPE (but turns soft when his students get injured during training; he isn't ashamed of showing he cares)

YUJI ITADORI

Has FAST REFLEXES and catches you before you even hit the ground.

"Woah there, careful"

You wince and he noticed your ankle start to get red and be swollen.

"Hold on to me, we'll go to the clinic." and carries you bridal style. It's a given that he is strong, he can EASILY carry you without putting much effort.

You can smell his cologne. Best believe when i tell you this man's perfume is just so good you won't even notice his sweat from the training.

When you get to the clinic, he holds your hand while your ankle is being treated and asks if you're in pain from time to time.

You would also have to constantly remind him that you are okay and you can handle the pain.

He would buy you comfort food after getting treated and would give you a LONGGGGG rest day (he'll just wait for you when you're ready for training again)

Would be there all throughout your recovery period. (ISTG this man will assist you in every thing that you do)

"Call me whenever you ever need anything. Don't get up from that bed whatsoever, i'll get you what you need"

Thinks its better to give you advice after your recovery cause he does not want to stress you even more knowing that you made a mistake in your form.

A SOFTIE ALL THROUGHOUT but gets very protective of you when you try to be stubborn and do things yourself. (He'd tell you "I can do it, i know you are capable, but let me") You won't even have a say cause he's so persistent

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

NOT SHOCKED that you twist your ankle. He already noticed long before you had the wrong form. Yes - he already expected that you'll twist your ankle.

"Did you not learn anything at all when doing the right form?"

You're not sure if he is concerned or pissed that you twisted your ankle accidentally.

He is concerned, he just doesn't show it.

"This is only because you're injured. Dumbass" and proceeds to let you have a piggyback ride.

Silent all the way to the clinic but you caught him a few times glancing and looking down at your swollen ankle.

You jokingly tell him to not worry and that you won't die from it and he'll just reply with "You will if you were fighting with a cursed spirit. Haven't you thought of that?"

His tone was kinda firm so you just went silent. Y/n was S I L E N C E D.

Leaves you while you were getting treated but to your surprise, he bought you A TON of snacks and hands them to you. ( a week's worth of snack)

"I just bought them all since it's gonna take a while for you to recover"

Gives you the whole week to recover.

Would pass by your dorm without your knowledge to secretly check up on you while recovering.

Would be the fastest to pick up the phone whenever you decied to call him to ask for assistance.

THE TSUNDERE (fr)

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Girl was SHOCKED - she thought she really hurt you that bad when you fell.

"OH MY GOD. I'M SO SORRY WHAT- " and proceeds to assist you to stand up.

"YOu twisted your ankle?!" would tear up cause she feels bad for you.

Would call yuji to carry you to the clinic - she can't carry you T.T

IS LIKE A MOTHER. Will nag about how you were not listening and applying the proper forms to prevent injury.

At this point she already called Megumi to go on a little grocery shopping to get you food (yes mother, walk em' boys like a dog)

Would stay in your dorm and have a sleep over for a whole week 'til you recover.

Has the COMPLETE package for a sleep over. (Food - snacks - skin care - new make up and make up brushes) To make up for what happened.

Slightly blames herself for what happened.

Would cook your favorite food for you.

THE MOTHER AND SISTER IN ONE

E N D

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #nobara kugisaki #nobara x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk fluff

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 5 days

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the idea of a "not zombie plague" at the hotel.... what an effing comedy it could be...

thanks @sunsetcougar and @insert-funny-name-here69 for making me picture it XD

Vaggie comes back from Cannibal Town snuffling, no big deal, maybe it's all those feathered hats and fur stoles (sUSaN) or nice flowers or whatever. Vaggie goes to bed like normal, wakes up the next day GROANING, stiff and grumpy and shuffling around the hotel

Oh no!- Charlie the protective gf cries- what if there's some hellborn illness angels are weak towards??? It's time to physically carry Vaggie back to bed for rest (and keep doing that a few times until it sticks and she puts Razzle on guard at the door) (also print out and past their room's windows with pics of her own pleading pout so Vaggie won't try flying to freedom again) (and crashing again)

well this is kinda a weird and kinda funny for the rest of the hotel... until the Symptoms start to spread

sneezing is the first stage, the infection fun, a sign you've already got it, but everyone wants to blame Susan and Susan's specific perfectly matching (aka hostile harsh and annoying) choice of perfume lingering around the hotel, so they all (not vaggie) (vaggie thinks susan is The Coolest) just walk around sneezing and yelling "FUCK YOU SUSAN" afterwards instead of "bless you" or whatever

loss of appetite isn't that big a deal at first- between the guy with the drug addiction, his friend also with a drug addiction, an alcoholic, a tiny woman who can fill up on a single ritz cracker, a guy who eats rotting dear corpses, a pig who regularly gets his appetite spoiled with treats, an egg boi who doesn't know what he eats without his boss around to tell him, a goat demon stuffie hell bent on only consuming doughnuts, a demon princess too busy singing and scheming happiness plans to do things like SLEEp never mind EAT, her girlfriend who will care about stuff like hunger once everything else is taken care of and not a second before, an the KING of hell who hasn't even had an appetite for LIFE in ages.... no one notices the lack of eating going on at first, until it's Too Late

stiffness and aching of the joints has everyone complaining when it hits tho. Angel Dust is pissed it got in the way of his performance. Husk feels old again and gets grumpy when he gets called old man which makes him even MORE grumpy. Niffty enjoys it for 4 minutes until it throws off her rat kill rate. Alastor pretends to feel nothing but every time he moves there's a horrible CRACK from any and all bending joints and Cherri finds him stiffly stuck in a chair a least once. Cherri is the best off bc she mainly just feels like she got blown up and is used to it. Vaggie is having flash backs to the pain and weakness right after losing her first wings- Charlie wants to help but is hunched over so far she regularly rests her chin on Vaggie's head and doesn't have the energy to drag her back to bed. Lucifer is ACTUALLY hobbling around using his cane, snapping to false casualness whenever someone looks his way, secretly using a rubber duck as a stress ball. They grudgingly agree they can't blame this one on Susan (actually...) and migrate to the lobby as a group, trying to figure out what KIND of hell bug they've somehow caught.

Now is where the loss of appetite finally gets notices. Vaggie dragged out some food for the war council and NO ONE can stand even LOOKING at it. there are, however, at lot of OTHER looks going around....

Husk edges away from Angel, who's eying him even more hungrily than usual but without any of the sultriness. Niffty scuttling past gets his attention and makes his tail do the little pre-pound wiggle as he sinks his claws into the sofa to keep from FOR REAL pouncing. Cherri is staring at her bestie Angel Dust and gritting her many sharp teeth at the hallucination that he's limbs are actually full of drugs. Alastor's eye is twitching, the hotel gusts all having taken on the shape of deer carcasses from his point of view. Lucifer is fine until he looks over at Vaggie- he looks away instantly and shoves his ducky in his mouth to BITE, panics, yanks it free again, and when he looks down it's morphed into a stylized duck version of Vaggie with bite marks. Vaggie has gone dead quiet and is staring at her future father in law, clutching her spear, mentally roasting him over hellfire on a spit in her mind's eye.

Charlie sees all this happening like what is going ON guys, why are you all acting so... sooooo............Hm. Charlie wonders aloud if Razzle, Dazzle, and the Egg Boi have always had such a close resemblance to juicy little roast chickens?

Then Niffty bites Husk's tail and the hotel is overrun from the inside

it's not a ZOMBIE plague- it's CANNIBAL FLU- and now sinners are chasing sinners down the halls with knives and forks, Charlie is trying NOT to eat the little hellborn as they try and fail to nibble on her lanky limbs, and Vaggie and Lucifer-

there is a new hole in the hotel where Vaggie tackled her future dad in law through the roof and now anyone looking the hotel has great view of them both snarling, circling each other in the air, spitting out mouthfulls of feathers from successfully blocking each other's bites while failing to to grab any FLESH with their own

Thankfully Rosie had finally gotten wind of Vaggie leaving with a 'slight head cold' last time and waltzes over just in time to toss some of her best stock into the hotel, a fine selection of sinner, hellborn, and even some leftover angel steaks from the battle, smartly distracting the hotel crew from hunting and tearing into each other instead

One very upsetting but ENERGETIC meal later, the blankly traumatized (and blood spattered) hotel crew huddle in groups back in the over turned lobby, listening as Rosie assures them the worst is over and they should be good as gore by tomorrow morning!

Alastor politely informs Roise that the mention of gore at just that moment might not have been the BEST choice of words

right on cue, Husk starts making hairball noises, and everyone else looks suddenly sick

Vaggie sighs, patting her gf on the back as Charlie tearfully hugs Razzle after having had her jaw unhinged in preparation of swallowing him whole when Rosie made her timely arrival (Razzle forgives her, he was planning to try devouring her from the inside out or die trying) (meanwhile Charlie had put both Fatty Nuggets and the Egg Boi on a frying pan and was preparing to have a nice cozy ghibli-style family meal- of friendship. literally. of friends)

-alright, Vaggie gives in, fine. Just one time I'll say it too.... Who do we blame for all this?

SUSAN everyone growls

this reminds Rosie to pass out the "shove your groaning up your asses" cards Susan made for all of them, which are, of course, scented

Vaggie sneezes at the scent and there's a stampede as everyone not wildly in love with her tries to run and save themselves

cannibal flu. it puts the "i" in cannibal as in that's what it makes YOU

cannibals are immune to this party bc they would barely even notice if they had it, for them, it's just suddenly turning into picky eater for a few days until the craving is satisfied :3 sometimes with your next door neighbor but really, isn't that what neighbors are for~?

(charlie falls into bed that night, exhausted, only to look around at a strange chewing noise)

(it's vaggie. on the window seat, hunched over with wings huddled around herself, looking up frozen in the act of gnawing on lute's torn off and left behind arm)

Vaggie: ".... Susan sent it over for me, special."

Charlie: "Uh huh."

Vaggie: "I'm not sick anymore! I just, was kinda curious..."

Charlie: "Vaggie, I support you biting the arm of the woman who tore out your eye. And you look great smeared with angelic blood." (pouting) "....but can you be cannibal curious in the morning and snuggle with me now?"

Vaggie: (tossing lute's arm into the bathroom) "Always, sweetie."

Charlie: "Mmm gooood. Now kisses!"

Vaggie: "Shit wait, I should wash my mouth-"

Charlie: "Or not?"

Vaggie: "..not?"

Charlie: "I'm kinda curious too~"

and thus was Susan's cannibal propaganda successfully spread, by the power of gay love, and how hot the demon princess of hell thinks it is when her angel girlfriend is spattered with someone else's blood

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #husk hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #angel dust hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #niffty hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #rosie hazbin hotel #susan hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #utter silly nonsense #what if they were overcome with the urge to BITE BITE BITE #XD

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armadilloradio · 4 months

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was working on a "what did percy do during the war?” fic, and while i've decided to scrap it (at least for now), i think this scene deserves to see the light of day:

Aberforth wasn't sure why things had changed, but when he woke up to piss and found Percy Weasley perched on his couch, an empty Capri-Sun in his mouth, journal resting on his thighs, and an unlit cigarette between his fingers, Aberforth couldn't help the affection that bubbled in his chest instead of annoyance. There was some annoyance there, but it was aimed at himself. He really needed to stop having Bill put up wards when there was a chance Percy would make an impromptu visit.

Aberforth drew his wand, and Percy lazily waved his cigarette in a circle, a raven bursting to life from his fingertips. Once Aberforth's goat was cast, both animals were dispelled.

"You're not being chased again are you?" Aberforth asked.

Percy took the Capri-Sun out of his mouth to speak. "No. And I know better than to come here for that — now, at least. I just needed somewhere quiet and with alcohol to figure out which Death Eaters won't kill me on sight."

For the first time, Aberforth took note of the bottle of vodka on the floor. This man is my best informant, Aberforth thought, partially fond and partially exasperated, but let him be nonetheless.

#this is their dynamic to me #and also more proof that i'm incapable of writing anything that's not an au #aberforth dumbledore #percy weasley #puppeteer #blurb #radio static

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fandom-puff · 2 years

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I'm constantly switching between thoughts about those three men whenever I'm thinking of Westeros. I just can't decide between being cuddled and protected by Sandor, him just treating you like a fragile little kitten he needs to take care of, or being Lady Lannister and having one of the most powerful and stoic men wrapped around my finger, being his Lady wife and royally pissing off Cersei. On the other hand though, riding Ned in front of a fire sounds great too. 👉👈

Omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I went a liiiiitle bit overboard. There’s some reference to smut but nothing too explicit.

Living a peaceful life in the country with Sandor, far far away from the political cess pit of the capital. Raising chicken, maybe a cow or goat, travelling for miles on Stranger to trade goods with other farmers. Perhaps raising a few children of your own, or a dog or two… or both. Peaceful and rustic, without having to worry about saying the wrong thing or making a misstep in court. Not being a Ser and a Lady… just being Sandor and YN

Entering an arranged marriage to a man old enough to be your father, or even grandfather. Stepping into Casterly Rock or the tower of the hand as a meek as a kitten, afraid of the power your new husband (and his adult children) wield. Your marriage beginning with dutiful formality; a hand tucked into the crook of his elbow during walks; murmurs of ‘Lord Husband’ and ‘Lady Wife’; occasional late night visits to your chambers, for the purpose of procreation. But a frightened little kitten has no place at court, or the Rock. So Tywin has handmaidens and squires present you with bolts of rich red velvet, regal gold brocade, delicate lace imported from the Free Cities. He sends tailors to fit you with gowns more befitting of a noble lady rather than a maiden, Smithies to fashion intricate metalwork like belts and pendants, jewellers to craft stunning pieces with the rubies and gold that represent House Lannister. He has you meet with the Castellan of the Rock, the Maester, the cooks, the blacksmiths- all to teach you how to run Casterly Rock in his absence. He hosts meetings with the vassal houses of the West to ensure they respect you. To disrespect the lady of Casterly Rock is to insult Lord Lannister himself. What starts as a formal, cordial arranged marriage soon turns into Tywin fashioning you into Lady Lannister- not a trophy wife to sit pretty and sew, but a political force to work in tandem with him, slowly earning the respect of the Old Lion of Lannister.

Marrying Eddard Stark (because his honour would not allow him to take a mistress) after the death of Catelyn Tully. Initially your role is to run winterfell while Ned runs the North, and to see to it that the five stark children have a maternal figure to aid them through their grief. He won’t even share your bed for the first few months of marriage, and even then, the consummation was brief, done out of necessity to the gods to legitimise the marriage. But as the frigid winter sets in and the farmers leave their fields for the warmth of their homes, you and Ned spend more and more time in one another’s company. In silence, but nonetheless together. As the months pass, Ned’s grief begins to fade as he watches you with his children. Robb turns to you for advice and reassurance, the burden of being the heir hanging over him; Sansa begins to follow your every move, learning the ways of being a noble lady as she matures; Arya likes you, because you let her run around with her brothers, and had promised to teach her about the dragons of Old Valeria; Bran is keen to show you how high he can climb, and he enjoys the stories you and Old Nan make up; young Rickon enjoys your company, nuzzling to your breast when he is tired. Even Jon Snow seems at ease around you, and the bastard of Winterfell is allowed to sit at the high table with the rest of the Starks. Seeing you with his children awakens something in Ned. He realises your commitment to House Stark, despite being closer to Robb’s age than his. He begins to invite you to his chambers at night, to share hot ale and talk in front of the fire, or to read in comfortable silence. Months of waiting and restraint comes to a head when a gentle, dutiful kiss Goodnight just outside his door descends into one of passion and longing, and passing squires and servants watch in knowing amusement as Ned gathers you in his arms, his cloak enveloping you and guides you back into his rooms, kicking the door shut. You make love that night, on the thick fur skins on the floor in front of the fire, and afterwards you lay, entwined with one another as the warm orange of the flames bathes your naked skin in its glow. As the dull ache of his passion begins to bloom in your muscles, he helps you up and guides you to bed. Within minutes he has you again, and as you nuzzle into his side, fast asleep, he sighs softly, rubbing your hip, his fingers tracing over your belly. Perhaps his seed will take root in your womb. He has five children already, but he would like some with you. You deserve children of your own, and with winter coming, survival of the young is not always guaranteed.

#game of thrones #game of thrones headcanons #Tywin Lannister x reader #Sandor Clegane x reader #ned stark x reader #eddard stark x reader #got headcanons #Tywin Lannister headcanons #sandor clegane headcanons #Ned stark headcanons

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candyhoiic · 3 months

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Here’s my contribution to sinner! Adam because I just think he’s neat 👉👈

Anyways as one of my favorite characters of course I made his design with suffering in mind uwu /hj /lh

The reason why his collar and bracelets/cuffs are on even without his clothes is because he literally can't take them off, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the 'accessories' are actually fused with his skin. It's a part of his divine punishment as a physical means of constantly reminding him of how much he's a slave to his own desires and anger. It can also be interpreted as a physical manifestation of him being a prisoner to hell now tehehe

Actually, now that I think about it, the spikes we can see on his collar and cuffs most definitely go out both ways, so he has spikes piercing into his skin at all times.

His "hood" is actually apart of him too basically like a cobra's hood ^^ I did this since I like the idea of a sinner's appearance being somewhat determined by how they died, and while Lucifer didn't deliver the final blow, he definitely played a major role in getting him there. So, that's why I gave Adam some snake-like attributes (i.e the hood, split tongue, and scales) the very creature associated with the devil himself!

Plus, with the hood, he kind gives off grim reaper vibes, which is fitting since he was technically hell's very own grim reaper along with the rest of his exorcist.

He also has some goat attributes ie the horns, hooves, ears, tail (not that I actually drew it lmao sorry), and sideway pupils for his hood eyes because of their connection with the devil and well that's the first creature that comes to my mind that has horns tbh.

His face and horns are meant to mock his exterminator mask because I'm a sucker for that trope. Just imagine how pissed off he was to find out he couldn't take off his 'mask'

I gave him piercings bc their hot /hj I mean they are but let's be honest canon Adam should have definitely had piercings because they fit his vibe so well.

He also has a nicked eyebrow because he so would. He's just that type of cringe /j

As for the rest of his outfit? I don't really know what to say I just wanted to give him rock n' roll vibes while also capturing that fact that he is in fact an old man no matter how young he might look.

Also, for anyone wondering the belt was absolutely necessary. There was no way I wasn't going to add it when the thought first came to me. It just says something about his ego.

I did my best to make Adam somewhat out of shape, but I don't have really any experience with different body types so some of it might look off, but I did my best.

The headshot in the corner was a very quick drawing of what his full demon form may look like. If I ever actually give it a full design don't be surprised if it changes significantly because I definitely have some thoughts about it but I'm just too tired to actually pour the energy into drawing it rn oops

However, I did have enough energy to draw what I imagine his wings to be like. And of course, I could pass up on another chance to give him a mocking reminder of how far he's fallen. He kept his wings technically but there next to useless as he can't actually fly with them. And honestly, they're not actually all that durable as one can imagine since well their just bone.

So, it's a big weak spot for him but luckily, he can detract them into his skin. Although the process is painful, and he has to let them out every now and then or it'll feel like his back is on fire. They also glow making it hard to hide them when they're out.

The marking/tattoo/brand on his back is a cross with his A over it. I like to think it symbolizes how he put himself before God which is a big no, no. It can also be interpreted as a nod to how he was basically acting like he was God himself by passing on divine judgement and punishment onto others for things he himself was guilty of.

Anyways the red glowing exes over the symbol are simply to show off the killing blows Nifty delivered to him.

Last but not least, I made him caked up and I won't apologize for that either.

Anyways byeee! Thanks for reading my rambles about my sinner! Adam design. Hope you enjoyed!~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel brainrot #sinner adam #fallen adam #rambles #ramblings #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel fanart #my art #my design #I love (to torture) adam #hazbin hotel rambling #hazbin hotel headcanon

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go-for-it-kacchan · 2 months

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The One You Want to Forget

Deku gets hit by a quirk that makes him forget Katsuki, and it's like he's been carved out of every important moment in Deku's life. Katsuki's taken aback by the changes in his personality. And pissed off. Not that he cares (he cares a lot).

[Something fun I wrote while catching up with the manga. Here's Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is also up on ao3, where I'll be posting the rest]

Katsuki let out a curse as his shoulder slammed into the concrete. He rolled a few times before he was able to stop himself and stagger onto his feet. He must’ve hit his head at some point; his ears were ringing and the cracked pavement swam in his vision. He shook his head to clear it, barely lurching to the side in time to avoid the hurtling mass of his attacker flying at him.

The man, a small-framed piece of shit with horns and absurdly strong goat legs, landed hard on the concrete, bleating in pain. He’d landed right at Katsuki’s feet, and Katsuki leered down at him, debating the utility (and acceptability) of setting off an explosion right in the bastard’s face. Instead, he reached for the set of handcuffs on his belt and started to bend down.

“Kacchan!”

Katsuki ducked to the side as a wave of force barely missed his head. He looked over his shoulder as he dragged Goat-face over to a streetlight and cuffed his wrists around the pole. Deku was airborne, having kicked away the woman who was shooting those force blasts. She twisted in the air, one hand to her forehead as she sent out another blast with her other hand. She was bloodied and panting, but Deku looked like shit after having a fucking car land on him.

Biting back a grunt, Katsuki straightened, working through the pain of a possibly broken rib. Goat-face groaned behind him, rattling the handcuffs against the streetlight. This was stupid, a couple of low-level nobodies getting the jump on them. The day had started out so mind-numbingly normal, a slow weekend patrol that Katsuki had taken as a chance to get away from having to gopher for the extras at Endeavor’s agency. Then the side of a building had exploded and he’d had to help rush away the crowds of people that had been ambling about with their families. Some stuck around in the periphery of the battle zone, cameras flashing. Katsuki only hoped they’d stay out of the way.

He heard Deku cry out just before something slammed into his side, bowling him over. Katsuki looked back to see that Goat-face had roused and kicked him in his aching rib. Stumbling back upright, he unleashed a point-blank blast at the bastard’s face, making him against the streetlight. He turned back to Deku but couldn’t yell out in time before a huge wave of force crashed into him as the woman screamed in rage. Deku fell back, limp, and without thinking Katsuki scrambled over to him. He knelt, pulling Deku onto his knees, unable to stop the stream of “no, no, no, no, fuck!” from escaping his lips.

The crowd exclaimed and gasped at the the arrival of another hero, and Todoroki whooshed past Katsuki at the woman. She flicked a hand at him and he staggered back as she turned tail and vanished into a destroyed alley.

Katsuki wasn’t really watching, barely registering that she’d gotten away. Deku was pale, chest heaving as he gasped quick, shallow breaths. He smacked Deku’s cheek, trying to remember his first responder training and not shake him too hard.

“Fucking hell, Deku, wake up! What the fuck was that, fuck!”

Endeavor landed a few feet in front of him. “What happened? Did they get away?”

Icy Hot looked a little green as he swayed on his feet. “Did who what?”

Katsuki gaped at him, still clutching Deku. “The bitch who shot you with her Quirk! You fucking had her and she got away!”

Todoroki squinted at him for a second before his eyes widened in recognition. “Oh! I forgot! How did…?” He gripped his head. “I don’t know how, but I just… forgot what I was doing.”

“What the fuck? How the fuck do you just forget what you’re doing?”

“It must have something to do with her Quirk…” Todoroki glanced over at his father, who had unhooked Goat-face from the streetlight and was now leading him to a police car. “Were there any others?”

Katsuki shook his head. “Just Goat-face over there. Deku got hit, too, pretty hard.”

A couple of EMTs jogged over to them, and Katsuki had to force himself to let go of Deku so he could be placed on a stretcher. Katsuki relayed what had happened and watched as Deku was wheeled away. Another EMT insisted on checking over Katsuki, and he was too bone weary to fight her on it.

Katsuki leaned back against the wall of Deku’s hospital room, watching as Recovery Girl went over some charts on her clipboard. She’d gotten Katsuki’s rib healed enough that he could move pretty well, but it was still sore and she’d warned him off of strenuous exercise for a while, not that he’d listen. It’d only been a day, not long enough to be worried, given his injuries, but Katsuki had rushed over after class, asking Recovery Girl to go over everything again.

“Well, his vital signs are normal, brain activity looks good. I looked over Todoroki’s scans, too, and there doesn’t seem to be any lasting effects for him. But Midoriya was hit harder, and there’s no way to determine any effects on his memory until he wakes up. But he should soon,” she amended quickly. Again. She gave him a sympathetic and mildly exasperated smile. She pulled a candy from her pocket and offered it to him

“Right.” Katsuki nodded curtly, pocketing the ball of sugar and food coloring. He heard a gaggle of voices and footsteps approaching the room and sighed. That would be the nerd squad.

“Is Deku awake yet?” Uraraka carried in a large basket of fruit as Iida and Asui trailed in behind her. “Oh, Bakugou! I wondered where you were off to in such a hurry.” She set down the basket on the table next to Deku’s bed.

Recovery Girl hopped down from her chair and gathered her clipboard. She waddled to the door and patted Katsuki on the arm. “Don’t get too boisterous, now. Let me know if anything changes.”

Todoroki and Kirishima popped their heads in through the door soon after she left. Icy Hot didn’t spare Katsuki a glance as he strode past him to the edge of Deku’s bed.

“He looks better than yesterday.”

“That’s not saying much,” Katsuki muttered under his breath.

Kirishima, who’d stuck around near the door with him, gripped his shoulder encouragingly, but didn’t say anything. Katsuki didn’t feel like shrugging him off, so he didn’t.

“What about you, Half and Half? Remember to wipe your ass this morning?” Katsuki ignored the disdainful looks that earned him.

“Your concern is really touching,” Todoroki replied breezily. Katsuki couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic. “No, I’m not having any memory issues.”

Katsuki scoffed and just scowled at the floor.

“I’m sure Midoriya will be fine,” Iida said, nodding with his usual baseless confidence. “He’s gone through worse, and I think Todoroki’s condition is a good indicator that he’ll be okay.”

The others murmured their agreement, but Katsuki didn’t pick his gaze up from the floor. They started coordinating how to get Deku the notes for the day of class he missed, which segued into upcoming training exercises and possible new strategies. Mentally, Katsuki picked through their suggestions and sorted them into categories of “Pretty Good”, “Could Work”, and “What the Fuck Does That Even Mean”, but it was half-assed and most of his attention was on his shoe scuffing the floor. Finally, he had enough of their blathering and righted himself to leave. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t really care if anyone noticed as he left.

Katsuki left for class early, finding the idea of sticking around the dorms unbearable. Uraraka tried to call out to him as he passed by her in the common area, but he pretended not to hear her as he stepped into the elevator. The classroom was empty as he stalked in, dropping his bag onto his desk with a thunk and falling back into his chair. He wasn’t that early, though, only getting a few minutes to stare out the window by himself sulkily before the other students started to file in, and then Aizawa-sensei, just before the bell rang.

No Deku today, either, then.

But before Aizawa could start addressing the students, the door slammed open and a familiar crop of green hair bobbed in an apologetic bow.

“Sorry I’m late! I had to check in with Recovery Girl this morning.”

“In your seat, Midoriya. Don’t delay us further,” Aizawa deadpanned.

The rest of the class, of course, ignored him, calling out to Deku with “Glad to have you back!” and “Yay! You’re alright!” and “You should just live in the nurse’s office.” Deku gave mildly embarrassed and good-humored replies to Four Eyes and Round Cheeks and Icy Hot as he made his way to his seat. He didn’t even glance at Katsuki as he passed, just sat and started pulling books out of his bag.

Katsuki turned in his chair and put his elbow on Deku’s desk. “Hey, you shitty nerd. Where the fuck do you get off getting caught out like that?”

Deku looked up at him in surprise and chuckled nervously. “Um, I’m sorry, who are you?”

All chatter ceased, but Katsuki couldn’t even hear the silence as the blood started to rush in his ears.

He hadn’t even waited before grabbing Deku by the wrist and dragging him to Recovery Girl’s office. “Is this a fucking prank? If you’re playing me, I swear to God and Buddha I’m going to blow your fucking face off!”

“Um, I’m not lying! I don’t know you and I don’t need to go to the nurse!” Deku resisted, a little weakly, being pulled down the hallways. He didn’t seem to have the wherewithal to actually stop Katsuki dragging him despite his protests, which only enraged him more.

“The hell you don’t! How did Recovery Girl clear you when—”

“Look, okay, I’ll go with you, just please let go! Er…” Deku finally stopped and jerked his hand from Katsuki’s grip. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

Katsuki had continued stomping down the hall, but froze at that. He turned slowly back to Deku, feeling his stomach go cold. “What?”

“I don’t…know what to call you. I’m Izuku Midoriya, um, are you a transfer student?”

“I’m—!” You’re supposed to call me Kacchan. What was Katsuki supposed to say to that? “Fuck that!” He pointed down the hall in the direction of Recovery Girl’s office, which was thankfully just one more turn away.

Deku stared at him for a second before raising his hands in surrender and walking past him to the nurses office. Katsuki watched his back, quietly fuming. Deku stopped in front of the door, but before he could knock, Katsuki kicked it open.

“There’s something wrong with him!”

Recovery Girl startled as she turned from her desk. “Hmm?”

“Can’t you do your frikking job?!” Katsuki wilted immediately as Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow and ducked his head. “Uh, sorry. Just… Him!” He pointed to Deku, who’d followed him apologetically into the office. “He doesn’t remember me!”

Recovery Girl’s brows knitted together at that and she turned to Deku. “Please have a seat, Midoriya.” She gestured to the seat next to her.

Deku shot Katsuki a doubtful look but sat down. “Do I… really know him?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Katsuki muttered. He shut up when Recovery Girl shot him a glare.

“We already did a test of your cognitive abilities this morning.” She turned to her computer and pulled up a few files. “And your brain scan looked about normal when you woke up… Can you list the students in your class? Everyone you can remember.”

Deku nodded and listed every member of class 1-A, in seating order, except for Katsuki, skipping over him after Hagakure. Figures, that fucking nerd could probably list them in order of height and birthday, too. Recovery Girl just nodded, humming thoughtfully as she typed into her computer.

“You’re kidding.” Katsuki could only stare, first at Deku, then at Recovery Girl, then back. What the hell was happening? “We f…reaking grew up together! Since we were, like, in diapers!”

Deku scratched his neck. “I don’t have any friends I’ve known that long. I don’t even talk to anyone from middle school.”

“Yes, you do!” Katsuki pulled out his phone, pulling up the class group chat and scrolling until he found a thread of photos someone had posted of a night 1-A had spent hanging out in the common area of the dorm. “Look, here, these photos!” He shoved his phone at Deku’s chest.

Deku fumbled the phone for a second as he raised it to his face. “Oh, I remember this! We did impromptu karaoke with Jiro’s laptop, that was fun! But then Aizawa-sensei chewed us out for making a racket and made us go to bed.” He paused and brought the phone closer to his face. “And you’re here… But I don’t remember you…”

He started to scroll up, and usually letting someone just paw at his phone would give Katsuki hives, but he just stared dumbly at Deku as he continued to thumb through the chat, pausing whenever he saw a photo of Katsuki (almost always taken without his knowledge). “Satou teaching us how to bake, that time Kaminari got hit with that painter guy’s Quirk and he was pink for a week— I thought Ashido said she was going to delete this photo… I remember all of this. Just not…you.”

“Gimme that!” Katsuki grabbed his phone, starring at the column of photos as if they could tell him what was going on. “How the fuck can you remember all that and not…”

“Bakugou, please be quiet for a second.” Recovery Girl finished typing. “Do you remember your first term final exam with All Might?”

Deku nodded. “Yes.”

“Who were you partnered with?”

“I wasn’t partnered with anyone, since we have… had an odd number of students.”

“What about the training camp? Do you remember how that ended?’

Deku thought for a moment. “We were attacked by the League of Villains, so it was cut short.” He fidgeted a little uncomfortably. Probably remembering what came after.

“Do you remember Bakugou being taken by the League?”

Katsuki tensed, watching Deku’s every move, every twitch of his fingers, the tilt of his head, for any sign that he remembered. Deku’s eyes only widened and he turned to Katsuki.

“They kidnapped you? That must’ve been awful!” He said it with so much sincerity that Katsuki wanted to vomit.

“You were there!” Katsuki couldn’t stop from shouting. Recovery Girl looked at him disapprovingly, but didn’t say anything. “It happened in front of you, and then you and a bunch of idiots went and…!” He cut himself off. Deku was staring at him like he was telling him something a drunk uncle had done. He didn’t know what was worse, reliving the humiliation of inciting All Might’s retirement or the blank look on Deku’s face.

Deku turned to Recovery Girl. “I remember I was so angry about the attack, and scared what they might do next, so I got with some friends and found one of the League’s hideouts… I remember Aizawa-sensei was so mad at us…we almost got expelled.”

She nodded. “That’s all true, except that on your little unsanctioned escapade, you were trying to rescue that load of trouble over there.” She tilted her head toward Katsuki. “They were able to rescue him because of you.”

Deku looked down and chewed his lip. “I don’t like that I can’t remember any of this, but I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. There’s no gaps in my memory or weird holes that don’t make sense…”

“Everything about this doesn’t make sense!” Katsuki snapped.

Recovery Girl put up a hand. “It seems like his mind is filling in the gaps in ways that make sense to him, but his memory seems otherwise intact and cognitively he’s fine. The human brain is really quite remarkable.” She chuckled to herself. “Well, Endeavor is working on finding the villain who did this, and from what I last heard, they’re making progress. And given Todoroki’s recovery, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to think Midoriya will similarly recover. It will likely just take more time because of the strength of the attack. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.”

Katsuki thought there were many, many things to worry about. Like, so many he couldn’t quantify (or even really describe) them.

Deku just nodded, accepting the granny’s words. “Thank you, Recovery Girl! Can I go back to class now?”

“Yes, I think you should be fine. You miss enough classes as it is. If you do start remembering something, please let me know.” She turned to Katsuki. “I know you’re worried about your friend, but I don’t think it’ll help if you push him on it too hard.”

“’E’s not my frikkin’ friend,” Katsuki muttered grumpily. He didn’t respond to the other part of her statement.

“Well, if you boys have no more questions, I say you should run along back to class. And probably refrain from interrupting class again for this unless absolutely necessary.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Katsuki just nodded, turning on his heel to exit the office. He got several steps ahead before Deku caught up with him at a jog. Deku didn’t say anything, so neither did he. They walked down the halls side by side, and somehow it felt just awful but Katsuki couldn’t decide if he’d rather be in front or behind, so he just kept pace.

#boku no hero academia #bnha ao3 #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #amnesia fic #bakudeku #my writing

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Euron's Götterdämmerung

Warning! Spoilers ahead for A Dance With Dragons, A Feast For Crows, and ASOIAF in general

Alternate Title: The One Where Euron Pisses Off the Volcano

Back with another analysis/theory that I happened upon while reading on break; this time our subject is Mr. Nihilism himself Euron Greyjoy, and his likely endgame in TWOW. My argument for this theory is two-fold: 1) The Iron Islands sit atop a dormant, partially submerged volcano, the caldera of which is formed by Great and Old Wyk; and 2) Euron will sound a 'kraken summoning horn,' aka The Hammer of the Waters, to pulverize Oldtown and the coast of the Sunset Sea, causing the Wyk volcano to erupt and setting the stage for a second Long Night.

A huge shout out to Company of the Cat and her video about the Iron Islands being volcanic (skip to 9:37 of the video for her explanations), which inspired me to pursue this theory. To summarize her arguments, everything about the islands from their rich ore deposits, the mythology of Nagga the Sea Dragon, the prevalence of fire in Ironborn culture and imagery despite being a sea-faring people, and the similarity of Great and Old Wyk's shape to the known volcanic islands of Marahai in the Jade Sea, point towards the islands being volcanic. A past eruption could also explain the Ironborn mythology surrounding the Drowned God's conflict with the Storm God; to Dawn Age observers, the collapse of the volcano's caldera combined with volcanic lightning within it's ash cloud (which may be referenced by the arms of House Kenning of Harlaw) could have been explained as the Storm God casting down the god of the Islands, giving rise to the legends of the Drowned God.

This brings me to my second argument; from where things stand at the end of ADWD, Euron's plan seems straightforward: Euron wants to rule the Seven Kingdoms and intends to marry Daenerys, bending her dragons to his will with the Dragon Binder horn he allegedly found in Valyria and crushing all those who stand in his way. But as anyone can attest that has read "The Forsaken," an excerpt of an Aeron Damphair POV from TWOW, these may only be a cover for his true aims:

He showed the world his blood eye now, dark and terrible. Clad head to heel in scale as dark as onyx, he sat upon a mound of blackened skulls as dwarfs capered round his feet and a forest burned behind him.

“Never. No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!”

“Why would I want that hard black rock? Brother, look again and see where I am seated.”

Aeron Damphair looked. The mound of skulls was gone. Now it was metal underneath the Crow’s Eye: a great, tall, twisted seat of razor sharp iron, barbs and blades and broken swords, all dripping blood.

Impaled upon the longer spikes were the bodies of the gods. The Maiden was there and the Father and the Mother, the Warrior and Crone and Smith … even the Stranger. They hung side by side with all manner of queer foreign gods: the Great Shepherd and the Black Goat, three-headed Trios and the Pale Child Bakkalon, the Lord of Light and the butterfly god of Naath.

And there, swollen and green, half-devoured by crabs, the Drowned God festered with the rest, seawater still dripping from his hair.

...

The dreams were even worse the second time. He saw the longships of the Ironborn adrift and burning on a boiling blood-red sea. He saw his brother on the Iron Throne again, but Euron was no longer human. He seemed more squid than man, a monster fathered by a kraken of the deep, his face a mass of writhing tentacles. Beside him stood a shadow in woman’s form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire. Dwarves capered for their amusement, male and female, naked and misshapen, locked in carnal embrace, biting and tearing at each other as Euron and his mate laughed and laughed and laughed …

As indicated Aeron Damphair's Shade of the Evening dreams, Euron aspires not merely to kinghood but godhood. This makes sense with George building-up towards a second Long Night, as Euron makes obvious parallels to the Bloodstone Emperor who was responsible for the first Long Night in Yi Tish mythology. They both came to power by murdering their elder sibling (Balon Greyjoy, the Amethyst Empress), and have committed similar atrocities. According to TWOIAF, Bloodstone "practiced dark arts, torture, and necromancy, enslaved his people, took a tiger-woman for his bride, feasted on human flesh, and cast down the true gods to worship a black stone that had fallen from the sky." While Euron has yet to marry a Tiger-Woman or raise the dead, on all other accounts he is emulating Bloodstone: he uses blood magic; we know from Aeron's POV that he tortures foes; he sells his captives from the Shield Isles into slavery; he forces the Qartheen warlocks he captured to eat their dead companion; and it is made abundantly clear that Euron is a godless man bent on destroying the existing organized religions.

With Euron set-up as the one who will unleash the second Long Night upon Planetos, the question remains as to how he will do this; for a concise account of how the first Long Night happened, I recommend consulting David Lightbringer's videos that I linked in my previous ASOIAF theory. Some have suggested that Euron means to sound the Horn of Winter, aka the Horn of Joramun, which may be in Sam's possession in Oldtown, but I find this very unlikely. For starters, Jon in ACOK and Sam in AFFC both describe the horn found by Ghost as being old and cracked, suggesting that repairs or magical intervention may be needed to get it to work if it is the Horn. There's also the problem of Euron being at the opposite end of the continent from the Wall; if the Horn is indeed used for lowering and raising the Wall (as suggested by Cat in her video about magical horns in ASOIAF), it would be a massive liability for it to be capable of doing so from anywhere in the world.

I believe a clue for how Euron will trigger a second Long Night is Aeron's first vision quoted above, in which Euron blows a horn and caused dragons, krakens and sphinxes to bow to him. As Company of the Cat argues in her magical horns video, a 'kraken summoning horn' most likely refers to the Hammer of the Waters and/or similar objects. We know that Krakens are drawn to bodies and blood in the waters, as mentioned in both Fire and Blood and Arianne's TWOW sample:

"It was said that the waters between the islands were so choked with corpses that krakens appeared by the hundreds, drawn by the blood." (Fire and Blood, Reign of the Dragon: The Wars of King Aegon I)

"And krakens off the Broken Arm, pulling under crippled galleys," said Valena. "The blood draws them to the surface, our maester claims. There are bodies in the water. A few have washed up on our shores." (TWOW, Arianne I)

From what TWOIAF has to say about the breaking of the Arm of Dorne, the Hammer of the Waters could also account for the dragons and sphinxes:

"And the old gods stirred, and giants awoke in the earth, and all of Westeros shook and trembled. Great cracks appeared in the earth, and hills and mountains collapsed and were swallowed up. And then the seas came rushing in, and the Arm of Dorne was broken and shattered by the force of the water, until only a few bare rocky islands remained above the waves." (TWOIAF, Dorne: The Breaking)

If we assume the sphinxes to refer to the statues that flank the gates of the Citadel, these would likely be destroyed by the earthquakes and tsunamis of the Hammer, 'bowing' at the command of Euron. High magnitude earthquakes would lead to volcanic eruptions, thus accounting for the dragons answering Euron's command. In addition to Wyk erupting, we'll likely see Dragonstone erupt as well, esp. in light of Melisandre's talk about 'waking dragons from stone.' Based on Jon and Tyrion's recollections in the eighth chapters of ADWD, an eruption at Hardhome can also be expected:

"Only the brightest stars were visible, all to the west. A dull red glow lit the sky to the northeast, the color of a blood bruise. Tyrion had never seen a bigger moon. Monstrous, swollen, it looked as if it had swallowed the sun and woken with a fever. Its twin, floating on the sea beyond the ship, shimmered red with every wave. "What hour is this?" he asked Moqorro. "That cannot be sunrise unless the east has moved. Why is the sky red?"

"The sky is always red above Valyria, Hugor Hill."" (ADWD, Tyrion VIII)

"Hardhome had been halfway toward becoming a town, the only true town north of the Wall, until the night six hundred years ago when hell had swallowed it. Its people had been carried off into slavery or slaughtered for meat, depending on which version of the tale you believed, their homes and halls consumed in a conflagration that burned so hot that watchers on the Wall far to the south had thought the sun was rising in the north. Afterward ashes rained down on haunted forest and Shivering Sea alike for almost half a year." (ADWD, Jon VIII)

The symbolism and imagery surrounding Euron strongly implies that he will use the Hammer of the Waters; as already noted, a volcanic eruption on Wyk may have inspired the mythology of the war between the Drowned God and the Storm God. Euron is heavily associated with the Storm God, starting with his murder of Balon Greyjoy:

"The Storm God cast him down," the priest announced. For a thousand thousand years sea and sky had been at war. From the sea had come the ironborn, and the fish that sustained them even in the depths of winter, but storms brought only woe and grief.

...

Better to be scorned by Balon the Brave than beloved of Euron Crow's Eye. And if age and grief had turned Balon bitter with the years, they had also made him more determined than any man alive. He was born a lord's son and died a king, murdered by a jealous god, Aeron thought, and now the storm is coming, a storm such as these isles have never known." (AFFC, The Prophet)

"Oh, and Balon was the third, but you knew that. I could not do the deed myself, but it was my hand that pushed him off the bridge." (TWOW, The Forsaken)

Euron's title is Crow's Eye, while his personal coat of arms feature ravens, further tying him to the Storm God:

He had no love of maesters. Their ravens were creatures of the Storm God, and he did not trust their healing, not since Urri. (AFFC, The Prophet)

"Crow's Eye, you call me. Well, who has a keener eye than the crow? After every battle the crows come in their hundreds and their thousands to feast upon the fallen. A crow can espy death from afar. And I say that all of Westeros is dying. Those who follow me will feast until the end of their days." (AFFC, The Drowned Man)

There's also the matter of House Goodbrother, an Ironborn house situated on Great Wyk who draw their wealth from their mines. Not only is their sigil is a warhorn while their house seat bears the interesting name of Hammerhorn, but Euron is compared to Urrathon IV Goodbrother ("Badbrother") in ADWD:

"Torgon Greyiron was the king's eldest son. But the king was old and Torgon restless, so it happened that when his father died he was raiding along the Mander from his stronghold on Greyshield. His brothers sent no word to him but instead quickly called a kingsmoot, thinking that one of them would be chosen to wear the driftwood crown. But the captains and the kings chose Urragon [Urrathon] Goodbrother to rule instead. The first thing the new king did was command that all the sons of the old king be put to death, and so they were. After that men called him Badbrother, though in truth they'd been no kin of his. He ruled for almost two years."

...

"Badbrother had proved to be as mean as he was cruel and had few friends left upon the isles. The priests denounced him, the lords rose against him, and his own captains hacked him into pieces." (ADWD, The Wayward Bride)

TWOIAF claims that Hrothgar of Pyke possessed a kraken-summoning horn during the Age of Heroes; assuming that this was the Hammer of the Waters, it's possible that the horn fell into the Ironborn's hands during their raids into the Riverlands, since we know that the Greenseers of the Children congregated at the Isle of Faces on the God's Eye lake when they called upon the Hammer to break the Arm of Dorne. It also makes sense that Euron would not reveal the Hammer, given the subtle hints George has given that Euron intends to sacrifice his fellow Ironborn in pursuit of his goals:

“Why would I want that hard black rock? Brother, look again and see where I am seated.”

...

“Your victories are hollow. You cannot hold the Shields.”

“Why should I want to hold them?” His brother’s smiling eye glittered in the lantern light, blue and bold and full of malice. “The Shields have served my purpose. I took them with one hand, and gave them away with the other. A great king is open-handed, brother. It is up to the new lords to hold them now. The glory of winning those rocks will be mine forever. When they are lost, the defeat will belong to the four fools who so eagerly accepted my gifts.”

...

The dreams were even worse the second time. He saw the longships of the Ironborn adrift and burning on a boiling blood-red sea. (TWOW, The Forsaken)

Euron seated himself and gave his cloak a twitch, so it covered his private parts. "I had forgotten what a small and noisy folk they are, my ironborn. I would bring them dragons, and they shout out for grapes." (AFFC, The Reaver)

Clearly, Euron's ambitions exceed those of his fellow Ironborn, and this makes Aeron's vision of longships adrift on a boiling sea particularly ominous. At the end of "The Forsaken," Aeron Damphair, Euron's pregnant saltwife Falia Flowers, and a collection of holy men and women kidnapped by Euron are tied to the prows of his ships. With a naval battle looming between Euron's forces and the ships of the Hightower and Redwyne fleets, Euron's plan seems to be to use this naval battle in the Whispering Sound alongside his captives as the sacrifice required for the Hammer.

The evidence that Euron will sound the Hammer of the Waters is very strong IMO, as is the evidence for Wyk erupting. Firstly, we have Daenerys' visions from the House of the Undying in ACOK:

"From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . ." (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

The smoking tower most likely refers to the Hightower at Oldtown, while a 'great stone beast' that breathes 'shadow fire' sounds an awful lot like a volcano. That the beast takes wing and appears to fly can be seen as a reference to Euron's crow/raven symbolism, as well as his obsession with flying:

"When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly," he announced. "When I woke, I couldn't . . . or so the maester said. But what if he lied?"

...

"Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?" The wind came gusting through the window and stirred his sable cloak. There was something obscene and disturbing about his nakedness. "No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap." (AFFC, The Reaver)

We then have Melisandre's vision in ADWD:

Then the towers by the sea, crumbling as the dark tide came sweeping over them, rising from the depths.

...

"If it comes, that attack will be no more than a diversion. I saw towers by the sea, submerged beneath a black and bloody tide. That is where the heaviest blow will fall."

"Eastwatch?"

Was it? Melisandre had seen Eastwatch-by-the-Sea with King Stannis. That was where His Grace left Queen Selyse and their daughter Shireen when he assembled his knights for the march to Castle Black. The towers in her fire had been different, but that was oft the way with visions. (ADWD, Melisandre I)

Many of the theories I've seen about this vision identify the towers as Oldtown, and while I agree that the Hammer will devastate that city, the description doesn't quite add up. The Hightower and the Citadel are the only real towers associated with the city while House Costayne's seat of Three Towers, at the mouth of the Whispering Sound, was only briefly mentioned by Sam as the Cinnamon Wind approached Oldtown in AFFC. There's also the issue of Oldtown's location well inside the Whispering Sound and many miles from the sea. The Iron Islands fit the description quite nicely, in particular Ten Towers on Harlaw and Pyke itself:

Ten Towers had always felt like home to Asha, more so than Pyke. Not one castle, ten castles squashed together, she had thought, the first time she had seen it. She remembered breathless races up and down the steps and along wallwalks and covered bridges, fishing off the Long Stone Quay, days and nights lost amongst her uncle's wealth of books. His grandfather's grandfather had raised the castle, the newest on the isles. Lord Theomore Harlaw had lost three sons in the cradle and laid the blame upon the flooded cellars, damp stones, and festering nitre of ancient Harlaw Hall. Ten Towers was airier, more comfortable, better sited . . . but Lord Theomore was a changeable man, as any of his wives might have testified. He'd had six of those, as dissimilar as his ten towers. (AFFC, The Kraken's Daughter)

As it happens, Harlaw is situated right next to Old and Great Wyk; but the tower imagery is even more pronounced with Pyke:

The Greyjoy stronghold stood upon a broken headland, its keeps and towers built atop massive stone stacks that thrust up from the sea. Bridges knotted Pyke together; arched bridges of carved stone and swaying spans of hempen rope and wooden planks.

...

Greydon left him when the sun was up, to take the news of Balon's death to his cousins in their towers at Downdelving, Crow Spike Keep, and Corpse Lake. Aeron continued on alone, up hills and down vales along a stony track that drew wider and more traveled as he neared the sea. (AFFC, The Prophet)

The shore was all sharp rocks and glowering cliffs, and the castle seemed one with the rest, its towers and walls and bridges quarried from the same grey-black stone, wet by the same salt waves, festooned with the same spreading patches of dark green lichen, speckled by the droppings of the same seabirds. The point of land on which the Greyjoys had raised their fortress had once thrust like a sword into the bowels of the ocean, but the waves had hammered at it day and night until the land broke and shattered, thousands of years past. All that remained were three bare and barren islands and a dozen towering stacks of rock that rose from the water like the pillars of some sea god's temple, while the angry waves foamed and crashed among them.

Drear, dark, forbidding, Pyke stood atop those islands and pillars, almost a part of them, its curtain wall closing off the headland around the foot of the great stone bridge that leapt from the clifftop to the largest islet, dominated by the massive bulk of the Great Keep. Farther out were the Kitchen Keep and the Bloody Keep, each on its own island. Towers and outbuildings clung to the stacks beyond, linked to each other by covered archways when the pillars stood close, by long swaying walks of wood and rope when they did not. (ACOK, Theon I)

What became of Valyria is well-known, and in the Iron Islands, the castle of Pyke sits on stacks of stone that were once part of the greater island before segments of it crumbled into the sea. (TWOIAF, Ancient History: The Coming of the First Men)

What remains of Pyke today is a complex of towers and keeps scattered across half a dozen islets and sea stacks above the booming waves. A section of curtain wall, with a great gatehouse and defensive towers, stretches across the headland, the only access to the castle, and is all that remains of the original fortress. A stone bridge from the headland leads to the first and largest islets and Great Keep of Pyke.

Beyond that, rope bridges connect the towers one to the other.... Beneath the castle walls, the waves still smash against the remaining rock stacks day and night, and one day those too will doubtless crash into the sea. (TWOIAF, The Iron Islands: Pyke)

Earthquakes, tsunamis and a volcanic eruption would more than suffice to submerge Pyke beneath the waves. Such a cataclysm striking the Iron Islands would also fit with Aeron's vision of Ironborn longships adrift on a bloody, boiling sea; while this could refer to Victarion's Iron Fleet and it's close proximity to Valyria and the Smoking Sea, we know that the ships of the Iron Fleet are larger than the normal longships of the Ironborn, and I believe it further points towards a disaster befalling the Ironborn as a result of Euron's schemes.

The final and most blatant evidence for Wyk erupting comes from Victarion, who offers this account of the Doom of Valyria while stopped at the Isle of Cedars near Slavers Bay:

On the day the Doom came to Valyria, it was said, a wall of water three hundred feet high had descended on the island, drowning hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children, leaving none to tell the tale but some fisherfolk who had been at sea and a handful of Velosi spearmen posted in a stout stone tower on the island's highest hill, who had seen the hills and valleys beneath them turn into a raging sea. Fair Velos with its palaces of cedar and pink marble had vanished in a heartbeat. On the north end of the island, the ancient brick walls and stepped pyramids of the slaver port Ghozai had suffered the same fate.

So many drowned men, the Drowned God will be strong there, Victarion had thought when he chose the island for the three parts of his fleet to join up again. He was no priest, though. What if he had gotten it backwards? Perhaps the Drowned God had destroyed the island in his wroth. His brother Aeron might have known, but the Damphair was back on the Iron Islands, preaching against the Crow's Eye and his rule. No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair. Yet the captains and kings had cried for Euron at the kingsmoot, choosing him above Victarion and other godly men. (ADWD, The Iron Suitor)

This passage is what sold me on this theory being more than just tin foil, as the elements it employs fit a Wyk eruption scenario perfectly. We have a massive volcanic eruption accompanied by tsunamis, along with Victarion's musing on whether the disaster was a punishment from the Drowned God. This fits perfectly with the idea of the Drowned God being a submerged volcano, as it's subsequent eruption could be seen as divine punishment for placing a 'godless man' upon the Seastone Chair.

Even more suggestive is the description of the wave's height, and how some Velosi spearmen survived due to being in a stone tower atop a hill. The Hightower of Oldtown is said to be as tall as the Wall or over 700 feet tall, with it's base being constructed from fused black stone similar to the Valyrian roads. Even more telling, the island on which the Hightower sits is called Battle Isle, which is similar to another name for the Isle of Cedars:

The girlish maester Euron had inflicted upon him back in Westeros claimed this place had once been called 'the Isle of a Hundred Battles,' but the men who had fought those battles had all gone to dust centuries ago. (ADWD, The Iron Suitor)

In the event that Euron attacks Oldtown, I expect him to make a bee-line for the top of the Hightower, and not so he can see the Wall and bring it down with the Horn of Joramun. Rather, it's because the top of the Hightower might be the only relatively safe place for miles when he sounds the Hammer of the Waters and unleashes a 'black and bloody tide.'

#euron greyjoy #euron crowseye #ironborn #iron islands #asoiaf #asoiaf spoilers #asoiaf speculation #asoiaf meta #house greyjoy

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Chapter 1

by TheQueenInYellowLace (Queenjulie)

(1/6 chapters, complete, all posted to Ao3)

Everyone assumes the Wolves mark their territory. They’re wolves, after all. And it’s true, they do, around Kaer Morhen. They don’t do it much out on the Path. A random campsite isn’t home, after all, isn’t theirs, and few animals are stupid enough to approach a Witcher even if he’s sleeping. So they don’t bother, out on the Path, even if sleeping unprotected is always a little uncomfortable and leaves them poorly rested.

But Jaskier? He marks his territory. Geralt rouses one night early in their acquaintance as the bard slides out of his bedroll, clearly trying to be quiet. He is rather baffled to watch the pretty bard pissing, which he expected, but doing it while walking in a circle around their campsite, watering every few trees as he moves around Geralt and the fire. Geralt pretends to be asleep when the odd human returns to bed. Jaskier drifts back to sleep, smelling satisfied, and Geralt stares at him in dark.

***

It keeps happening. Jaskier waits for Geralt to be asleep, then sneaks out of bed and waters the trees around their camp, clearly sure that Geralt has no idea he is doing it. It makes Geralt feel odd and oddly warm, the young man so carefully marking their little home for the night around a dozen different campfires across the Continent. He mentions it to the other Wolves, one winter. They had asked him if Jaskier was still trailing along behind Geralt. Geralt had nodded silently as he rhythmically churned the goats’ milk into butter. Then he paused. “He stuck close last year. More than before. And he’s getting…stranger.” Eskel looked up at him curiously as Lambert snorted. “He marks like we do, but out there,” he says, jerking his head out to the land outside Kaer Morhen.

“He marks?” Eskel asked. “Like he pees?”

“Yep.”

“Humans don’t do that,” Lambert snipes.

Geralt glared down at the butter as if it could explain Jaskier to him.

“One does.”

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt #protective Jaskier

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orchidsangel · 4 months

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who’s your favorite robin? i feel like it’s jason but i’d still like to know why

-🦦

alright, this is actually ro lore. because- because because my fave robin is dick grayson *everybody gasps* and has been for YEARS.

i've never been a big batman lover, actually have had one-sided beef with him since elementary school. for some reason, i hated all of the men in the justice league except for the flash (could never hate barry allen my cutie patootie snuggle wuggle bear), and that was so amplified for bruce wayne.

partially bc i thought he was a loser like you don't even powers, you're not even a superhero fr, flop womp womp, yada yada yada. then. this girl i hated so. fucking. bad. for so. many. reasons. was the biggest batman fan ever. and when i was in 5th grade, she would always always always talk about how he was better than everyone else, and she would start arguments about it, and it was just so annoying.

so i already hated him, and she liked him, which means i hated him even more basically. also, i hated how many movies he has. pisses me off so bad to this day.

bc of that, i never got into batman or anything related to batman outside of the justice leage, and i never knew anything about him than his backstory. which i didn't even know that well bc for the longest time, i thought he got his powers from bats, and it turns out he's actually just like the rest of us. snooze.

i can't give you an exact timeline of how i discovered dick, but it probably went something like this:

saw nightwing - heart eyes - looks up nightwing on wiki - heart eyes - "first robin" - shocked emoji - connects teen titans dots - ignores everything about batman - hyper fixation passes - watches young justice - robin? - dick grayson? - heart eyes - NIGHTWING!!!!! - heart eyes

when i watched yj, my love for dick multipled by the thousands, and i already loved him bc i was a huge teen titans lover, and i always knew about batman and robin but my dumb ass was such a batman hater that i literally never connected the fucking dots.

my obsession with him is truly legendary, i had a nightwing theme for my spam acc on ig and twitter, all of my friends send me nightwing edits when they see them, and when my best dc loving irl wishes me a happy birthday, she calls me the "#1 nightwing stan" bc it's BAD for me.

but like i said, i wasn't well versed in batman lore until really recently, and that's where jason comes in. idk why when i read "first" robin i never once thought about there being any other ones, even though that more than implies that there are ??? but there's this guy ik who i went to middle school with who's also a fan of comics and superheroes like i am. and his fave character of all time is daredevil.

so one day, we're talking back and forth about which is better, dc or marvel. and he mentions that while he's not really a dc lover, they have one of the most goated characters. *insert jason todd*. and he's like, "yk who that is, right?" and i'm like, "pftt duh (no i don't)" but i'm never gonna let a man catch me slacking, so i do my due dilligence and start my research.

boom. here we are. with 2.5 blogs dedicated to jason who’s spent months living my head. dick will always have my heart, though. honestly, they both will.

#☆ messages from friends ☆

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thebahwrites · 1 year

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Hangster with an accidental (impulsive) proposal

Hangster + Accidental/impulsive proposal To read listening: No Children - The Mountain Goats (feeling cheeky today, HAHA anyway HAPPY VALENTINES! 💖💖💖)

I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save us

I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot

To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

"You—!" For it being a single, simple, one syllable word, it's thrown around almost like an insult, slipping past Bradley's lips as his eyes see red as he stomps towards his boyfriend. The same way Jake looks red in the face and the two of them stand at this weird Mexican standoff around the pool table while their friends watch a bit astonished in place.

Hangman looks like a kid caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar, even though both of his hands are wrapped around the pool cue and he seemingly needs a moment to regroup and slip back into his usual coolness, blinking ever so slowly and then letting that southern drawl drip into his tongue as one eyebrow lifted in curiosity. "Yes darlin' ?"

Past the last year things had shifted between them well enough that their friends didn't seem too worried about Rooster vaulting over the table to punch Hangman's lights in but those present still seemed startled enough. To Bradley none of that mattered now, vision tunneled on the blond man ahead. "What did you tell Ice!"

He accuses, in lieu of a very angry question and watches the realization lightbulb go off behind Jake's eyes a second before the man is dropping the pool cue and making a run for the Hard Deck's door without saying a word. It's a good thing that it's a Tuesday afternoon and there isn't really much going on the bar around them because at least they had minimal witnesses to the stupid scene. "Oh no you won't!"

Rooster hisses, scrambling right after the other pilot. The chase lasts entirely just a few seconds as he manages to close in on Jake as he reaches the door, practically tackling the man by the waist and sending the two of them rolling into the Hard Deck's porch, down the front steps and into the sand. He has Hangman's body pressed down, arms wrapped around his waist, for a second his own head is spinning. Of course, at least half of the heat he'd felt so far dissipates as soon as Bradley hears Jake laughing against his shoulder, practically giggling.

"You're so fucking impossible." Bradley groans against the man's ear, holding him tight in place, maybe squeezing his hands a little too tightly against his waist – not even bothered with the fact he knew all of the Hard Deck was probably piled to watch them. Rooster usually wasn't one to cause a scene but for once, it'd been warranted.

"I'm sorry!" Jake laughs more, broadly, head thrown back and down into the sand, hand coming up to cover his eyes. Bradley could see pink crawling up his neck and ears, flushed with the effort of laughing and with the effect of being caught on doing something stupid. "It was too good for me not to share! Come on!"

The humiliation of being exposed over doing something stupid he'd blamed on Maverick – the stupid thing in question being the bite he'd taken out of a fake wax apple about ten years ago and placing it back on the fruit bowl, to which Iceman had wondered for years who'd done it – suddenly passing as he watched Jake laugh away in the sand, under the clear blue California skies. With a defeated sigh, all Rooster could do was rest his forehead in the middle of the other man's chest, groaning; and despite the vague shame still burning in the back of his mind, his chest blooms with so much warmth and love for the idiot laughing under him. "You're so lucky I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The words come out unnoticed, as easy as breathing, so easy in fact, Bradley doesn't notice them. But Jake does. And stops laughing, hand moving away to stare down at him – and only then Bradley realizes what he's said. "...do you?"

Rooster shifts, chin resting up so they can look back at each other. This wasn't how he'd pictured it going, alright, but there's no other moment he thinks would've been more perfect than this one. No other moment that his heart felt more full and more sure than this one.

"Yeah... yeah I do... so... marry me?"

I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

(I'm still taking writing prompts for my warmups!)

#sereshaw #hangster #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #writing prompts #writing warmups #tgm fic #//AHAHAHA I ACTUALLY LIKED THIS ONE SM

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Someone great 💚P2💚

Loki x Divorced!Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, eventual smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x

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If there was a chance, even the slightest possibility that a woman’s vagina could literally close up from being unused, you were near certain you’d suffer that affliction. You felt like a virgin again from your lack of sex life. Times like these, practically seconds away from ovulating, you missed Bucky. He was always so adventurous in bed, trying new positions, buying little toys; sometimes sleeping with him felt sinful. There was something truly iniquitous about how Bucky would moan in your ear, praising every fibre of your being right before he came. The way he held you against him as his hips would change to a gentle rock was addicting. You truly loved Bucky and you were sure he loved you too. Now he was giving those perfect strokes to Alexis and for some reason, now you were pissed about it.

“Oh yeah.” You sighed aloud as you felt a slight twinge of pain in your stomach, you were ovulating.

Regardless of whether or not you felt like your uterus was being torn in half by the horn of a goat, as a woman, you had to still ensure that everything was looked after and that all duties were fulfilled. Before the divorce, when you and Bucky lived together, he’d run you a bath whilst he made dinner and put Olivia to bed but considering you were divorced and he had moved out, there was no time for long hot baths and dinner in bed. Instead, you had to pop an aspirin and get to work. Bellyache, no time to rest you’ve got to clean the house. Headache, no time to sit and have a glass of water, you had to make dinner. Cramps that made you want to scream at the top of your lungs, no time for that, you have to get Olivia to bed. Maybe after you could do all of the above, hopefully with the addition of a handsome man.

Once Olivia was finally tucked in, you were able to collapse on the couch in front of the TV with a hot water bottle and a glass of whine. You spent about ten minutes scrolling through Netflix before you found a show to watch. Settling in, you spent a whole five minutes paying attention to the show before you decided to scroll through Instagram. A fact that you had come to terms with pretty quickly was that regardless of what happened between you and Bucky, you’d be in each other’s life’s for good. You shared a child who you coparented. That’s the reason the divorce wasn’t messy, for Olivia’s sake. You kept the house and your business whilst Bucky moved out and had to pay you a large sum of money which was customary when the spouse was a lying bastard, but we’ll get to that later. Because of the fact that you would always be in each others life’s and that the divorce was pretty tidy, you didn’t feel the need to unfollow him from Instagram which was something you regretted wholeheartedly when a picture of him and Alexis came up on your feed. Your natural instinct was to throw your phone into the fire and run out of the house and into the woods but instead you—

“Ugh.” You reeled, looking at the picture. The last thing you wanted to be was the bitter ex but Alexis was simply just the worst and you were ovulating, you were allowed to be a little moany. Talking of moany, did Bucky also moan in her ear whilst he came now? “Bitch.” You scoffed, scrolling away only to roll your eyes when the next post was an ad for a dating sight. The whole idea of online dating always seemed strange to you however right now, the ad seemed inviting. You wouldn’t have to actually meet anyone, you could have a conversation, a sexy conversation hopefully. Smiling to yourself, you downloaded the app before scrolling through the profiles. Did all guys suddenly become attractive or was your body simply just trying to reproduce?

You made a profile with vague information about yourself as well as a blurry picture before you started speaking to singles in your area, all of which were miles away after typing in a different city from the one you lived in. You spoke to a couple of guys, nothing past tedious conversations until one of them hit you with a dick pic. When the image popped up on your screen, you felt slightly repulsed at the intrusion before you didn’t. You looked at the picture, not too bad you thought as you bit your lip before realising what the actual problem was. You had to get laid and soon before you’d flee your house in search of Anthony who lived well over ten miles away from you.

Putting your phone down, you focused back onto the show as someone typed a green heart emoji. Your eyes widened as remembrance of the funeral a week ago dawned on you. Loki. Loki Loki Loki. He did seem pretty adamant that he wanted to go on a date which was code for he’d rail you so hard you’d have to claim on the health insurance. Smiling to yourself, you decided you’d message him, what’s the worst that could happen.

Y/N: Hey Loki it’s y/n

You waited eagerly, biting your lip as the three little dots appeared on the chat. He was definitely eager and you were one step closer to sex city.

Loki💚: Hey y/n, how have you been?

Horny, so fucking horny

Y/N: I’m great thanks, how are you?

Loki💚: Happy now that you’ve messaged me 😉

Cheeky bugger

Y/N: Glad I could make you happy 😘

Yes, a kissy face, the universal code for fuck me

Loki💚: I was wondering, would you ever want to grab a drink. You know, if you have the time?

Y/N: Sure, I’d like that

Loki💚: Great, when are you free?

Right now

Y/N: Does tomorrow work for you?

You sent the message, biting your nails in the hope that you didn’t sound desperate. Despite really wanting to see Loki tomorrow, you actually were pretty busy after tomorrow plus Bucky had Olivia tomorrow.

Loki💚: Tomorrow sounds perfect x

Perfect

“Don’t worry vag, tomorrow, we attack.” You smiled down at yourself before opening a packet of children’s crisps. The perks of being a mother.

A/N: my apologies, I feel like this fic is a little crude 😂 I quite like it though so if you’re following along, I hope you like it too.

Tags:

@mischief2sarawr @lokisninerealms @lokisgoodgirl @lokiprompts @trickster-maiden @el-zef @lulubelle814 @mochie85

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki au #loki smut #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader smut #bucky x female reader

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 6 months

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day 6: That Sort of Love

Agatha's trying to figure herself out, and why she can't seem to love like others do.

Rating: T

Length: 921

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut :)

I thought that dating Niamh meant I was normal.

She's handsome and smart and wears her heart on her sleeve even when she's trying to be a tough prick. She's great at kissing, and sex, and she stopped holding doors open for me when I told her I hated it. I thought I could love her.

I should love her, but there's something wrong with me.

I thought dating Niamh, and wanting to kiss her, meant the rest would come to me. But I was right when I said I don't have the right kind of love inside me. I didn't love Simon in the way I was supposed to, and now I don't love Niamh in the way I should.

It's worse because I know she loves me. She hasn't said it, but she's fixed up a leak in Ebb’s barn roof. (I guess it's my barn now). And she told me she's drawing up plans to fit the bathroom with a claw-foot tub, after I mentioned I’ve always wanted one of those. And who else would Niamh leave the clinic early for just to get a bite to eat?

I don't deserve her. I try to pay her back: I bought her hair-styling products, I put kissy emojis in my texts even though it makes me feel like I’m lying, I moan extra breathy when she eats me out because I know it turns her on.

But I don't love her.

People speak of romantic attraction like it's this huge, magical (Normal type of magical) thing, and I just don't get it.

What's a girlfriend beyond a friend you like to fuck?

(I know there must be more to it though, asexual people exist, and they can have romantic feelings).

I asked Keris once how she knew she wanted to be with Trixie. She said things just felt different with her. But I don't feel different about Niamh. I like her like I like Penny. (Okay that's a bad example, I definitely like her more than Penny.) I like her like I like Ginger; like I liked Minty. Except I’ve never imagined what it’d be like to sleep with either of them.

I told Niamh we should break up, because I can't seem to love her in the same way she can love me. She was pissed about that. I know she's insecure about ending up as nothing but an experiment for straight girls. I’m not straight though, I don't feel romantic towards men either. And after trying once with Simon I think it's safe to say I don’t ever want to sleep with a man.

We didn't talk for two weeks after I said we should split.

And I cried for most of it.

I felt so stupid. After all, I’m the one who called things off, I’m the one who said I don't love her. But Niamh’s still my friend, I do enjoy her company. I wish I could be normal for her.

I turned to Penny, (because who else do I have? I’m not about to go to Simon with my girl problems), told her what was going on with Niamh and I, how I want her, but I can’t make myself love her the right way. I don’t want to build my life around her and get married with two kids, I don’t want to feel like we have to go on dates often enough or we’re failing, I don’t want her to treat me like a girlfriend.

Penny’s American asked why there had to be a right way to love. I wanted to slap him. I refrained though, and he asked another question: if I’d ever considered I was aromantic.

And well, no… I hadn't. Seven Snakes, maybe I am. But what does that solve? I can’t very well tell Niamh I just want to use her for sex, can I?

The American tried to tell me that’s not how it has to work. He’s annoyingly emotionally mature and knowledgeable about ‘alternative’ relationships.

I thought about what the American said for a bit. And I tried preparing this big long explanation to give to Niamh, but then I got scared and deleted it off my phone. And then one of the goats got a rusty nail stuck in his hoof, and I thought it was infected so I had to go to the clinic. And of course Niamh was the only one that could help.

She didn’t say anything about us while she examined the hoof. It hurt a bit how coldly professional she was.

I tried to play along, I wanted to, coward that I am. But I thought about going home alone and feeling the loss of my closest friend for the 14th night in a row. I didn't want Niamh to be a stranger again. So I made myself say something. And then I was saying too much. I started rambling on and on like: I’m not straight and I do like you but I might be aromantic and it’s great when we fuck, and I worry I can’t give you what you deserve but it’s not that I never want to see you it’s just I don’t know exactly what I do want. I know I want it with you though, is that okay? Can you trust me? Can you follow my lead on this?

Niamh said she had to think about it. And she let me kiss her when I left.

Fair enough.

So, I guess, now we wait.

#I wrote this very quickly bc I didn't have anything for the wlw prompt and I'm not sure it's any good #but I tried to do aromantic agatha justice #aromantic agatha wellbelove #carry on countdown #coc 2023 #agatha wellbelove #Niamh Brody #brobelove #fanfic #corascrap

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hetalia-club · 1 year

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Can we talk about something for a second babes?

If anyone in my real life life found out who my animated crushes were I would simply just ✨ pass away ✨ like on the spot like a fainting goat just dead. Like if fucking just random ass normal Jessica with thee kids at my work found out I have a crush on the anime personification of our great nation of The US of A….

I would quit my job on the spot. I wouldn’t even say a word I would just turn around and walk straight out the door. No “sir I would like to submit my two weeks notice”. I would just dip.

I would change my name and move to Mexico where I would sell tamales out of a cart for the rest of my natural life

I would dig a big hole really quickly and burry myself inside of it like bugs bunny and a grave would just manifest on top. And say “rest in piss”

I would move to Manitoba and build a cabin with my bare hands and live off the land. Maybe meet a nice burly mountain man who teaches me to fish and in turn I could teach him how to love

I would move to the swamps in the Louisiana Bayou and become a swamp witch where I would do blood magic for tourists.

Mayhaps I would join a 40s traveling circus and become a carnival barker. I could be the one who drums up business for the freak show. “Step right up, steap right up folks” then when I pulled back the curtain the stage is empty and I go stand in the middle. It’s me I am the freak.

#for legal purposes my lawyer would like me to reiderate that his is a joke #hws america #aph america #alfred f. jones #hetalia #my boyfriend dosent even know who my crushes are #I think he has a general idea but I think he is afraid to know what my type is and generalize himself

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maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair · 1 year

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I am of the opinion that Dany will form an alliance with Euron, will probably even marry him (i am not sure on this one) but when the struggle between them begins, she will also overpower him. However, this alliance will cost her a lot. Exactly what, we don't know yet.

Hello anon! Sorry I took so long to answer 😔 While I obviously don't know for sure what will happen, I can somewhat guess based on canonical themes and foreshadowing.

In Meeren, Daenerys struggled with reconciling what she wanted to do as Daenerys with what she needed to do as a Queen. She was in love with Daario, but he was only a sellsword, an unfit consort for a Queen. She ended marrying Hizdahr to stabilize the political situation in the city, but she felt no attraction towards him. This dichotomy is a subcategory of the bigger "olive trees vs dragons" conflict in her chapters. If she's attracted to Euron and he offers an advantageous marriage alliance, for a brief moment she'll think she's getting everything she wants without having to sacrifice or compromise any of her desires. Even if Euron's betrayal miraculously doesn't cause any damage to her cause, his murder attempt will be emotionally painful.

Quaithe warned Daenerys about not trusting the "kraken and dark flame." She'll probably assume it's Victarion Greyjoy, whose house sigil is a kraken, is coming to Meereen to offer her a marriage alliance with a horn to control dragons, and is accompained by a red priest nicknamed Black Flame. The problem is that nobody interprets prophecies correctly in this series, so it wouldn't surprise me if the kraken turns out to be Euron or maybe Asha. The revelation that the warnings could be about any member of a house, independently if she meets them first or not, will probably make her more paranoid and fearful. Depending on how serious it is, this mistrust could damage her relationship with her allies, or straight up cause her to break off or reject alliances from "suspicious" houses.

Now, this part is based on the TWOW excerpts released by GRRM, so they could change once the book is published.

In the Forsaken, Euron forced Aeron to drink Shade of the Evening and he had a couple of prophetic visions. In the last one, he saw his brother sitting on the Iron Throne and using a dragonbinder horn to command dragons:

“The bleeding star bespoke the end,” he said to Aeron. “These are the last days, when the world shall be broken and remade. A new god shall be born from the graves and charnel pits.” Then Euron lifted a great horn to his lips and blew, and dragons and krakens and sphinxes came at his command and bowed before him. “Kneel, brother,” the Crow’s Eye commanded. “I am your king, I am your god. Worship me, and I will raise you up to be my priest.” “Never. No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!” “Why would I want that hard black rock? Brother, look again and see where I am seated.” Aeron Damphair looked. The mound of skulls was gone. Now it was metal underneath the Crow’s Eye: a great, tall, twisted seat of razor sharp iron, barbs and blades and broken swords, all dripping blood. Impaled upon the longer spikes were the bodies of the gods. The Maiden was there and the Father and the Mother, the Warrior and Crone and Smith … even the Stranger. They hung side by side with all manner of queer foreign gods: the Great Shepherd and the Black Goat, three-headed Trios and the Pale Child Bakkalon, the Lord of Light and the butterfly god of Naath. And there, swollen and green, half-devoured by crabs, the Drowned God festered with the rest, seawater still dripping from his hair. Then, Euron Crow’s Eye laughed again, and the priest woke screaming in the bowels of Silence, as piss ran down his leg. It was only a dream, a vision born of foul black wine. (TWOW The Forsaken)

There's a theory that Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion are meant to parallel Balerion, Vhagar and Meraxes, and if that's the case, maybe their fates are meant to foreshadow what will happen to Daenerys' dragons. Viserion will die first, taken down by a scorpion bolt. And how did Vhagar die? Fighting another dragon above the Gods Eye. The dragonbinder horn would explain why Rhaegal will fight Drogon, but why would they be at the Gods Eye? Well, maybe Euron will pick Harrenhal as the place to carry on his ritual, because the castle has been cursed since Aegon the Conqueror burned Harren alive with dragonfire, and their fight will mirror Vhagar vs Caraxes. Or maybe he'll pick the Isle of Faces because he wants to kill the Old Gods inhabiting the weirwoods, and because it was the place were the Children of the Forest supposedly sacrificed a thousand of captives to the weirwoods to call down the Hammer of the Waters and break off Westeros from Essos, and he wants to so something equally cataclysmic.

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