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thisheademptyyeet · 11 months

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Listen, the idea of him being her step father feels so right to me.

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therealjammy · 1 year

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Many Happy Returns

AN: I wrote a bit of softness/fluff, because my favourite episodes have left my heart aching and I needed a balm. This takes place in a canon divergent vacuum where the strife between the Hightowers and the Targaryens is steadily healing. Also, the text in italics is meant to represent Rhaenyra speaking High Valyrian.

Happy reading! You can also read this on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44991856/chapters/113208199

Not sure when the next chapter will be up, but hopefully soon xx

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It is a day close to high summer, the warmth of it entirely welcome after the fog and the chilled rain that’d plagued the Stepstones during the latter half of the battle. The sun warms Rhaenyra’s face, glints off Syrax’s scales; her beloved lets loose a short, mighty roar when they are at last free of the clouds’ cloak.

“How like a cat you are, in love with the sun!” Rhaenyra says, but she cannot blame Syrax; neither of them are creatures made for dreary sea-weather, but for the sun and the sky, where fire rises.

King’s Landing is bathed in golden light, a beacon guiding Rhaenyra to the courtyard, where the whole of the small council has gathered awaiting her return. She immediately spies Otto Hightower among the gaggle of black and red, distinct in the colours of his House. And he is, naturally, the first to approach when Rhaenyra’s muddied and bloodstained boots find solid ground.

She pats Syrax’s neck, utters, “Good work, my heart.”

Otto bows. “Princess Rhaenyra,” he says, “you are most welcome back. His Grace—”

“You’ll forgive my interruption, my Lord Hand, but I shall see none but Her Grace first.”

Otto is quick to recover. “Of course, Princess.”

Her journey into the Red Keep is wrought with haste, her heart drumming to the rhythm of Alicent’s name, much as it had done when she was years younger and joy filled her at the mere sight of her companion. Her guard, Ser Erryk, struggles to keep with her pace; by the time she reaches Alicent’s chambers, they are both winded. She orders him to wait, and turns the handle without waiting for Alicent’s guard to do so, or announce her at the door’s opening. Immediately Rhaenyra welcomes the light-filled room, the scents of burning candles and Alicent’s distinct sweet perfume.

The woman in question is seated in the sun, a swaddled babe in her arms, watched over by a handmaiden Rhaenyra has never seen before. Alicent does not stand when she catches sight of Rhaenyra, but still says, “Princess.”

“My Queen,” responds Rhaenyra, restraining impropriety with a mighty effort.

“Leave us, please, Dyana,” says Alicent with gentle command. The girl—for she is young, no older than ten and three, Rhaenyra guesses—curtsies and exits with quiet steps.

No sooner have the doors shut that Rhaenyra closes the gap between her and Alicent in five steps, kneels, and takes Alicent’s face between her hands, kissing her deeply, over and over.

“Was it truly so terrible?” Alicent asks when they part.

“I would take all the violence I could stand than be parted from you.”

Alicent smiles. “Careful with your honeyed words, Princess. Should Prince Daemon find out—”

“He insisted I hasten to you.”

“Did he, indeed? And here I believed there wasn’t an ounce of softness within him.”

Rhaenyra gives her one last kiss, not deigning to tell Alicent her husband’s true words, before pulling back and addressing the babe. “Ought we to be introduced?” Her heart soars on dragon’s wings at Alicent’s soft smile, the blush that colours her cheeks.

“Quietly,” Alicent says. “She loathes to be woken from her naps.”

“I shall be quiet as the night,” Rhaenyra promises, and accepts Alicent’s daughter into her arms. Her little body is warm. Her head is a field of fine, silky white hair, curling in ringlets like her mother’s. Rhaenyra’s heart soars ever higher. “Alicent,” she murmurs, “she’s beautiful.”

“She’s terribly sweet already.”

Rhaenyra hums. “Was it strenuous?”

“She came much quicker than her brothers,” responds Alicent, “but not before…” She trails off, but there is no need to go any further; Rhaenyra knows what ails her.

“How eager you must have been to meet your mother,” she murmurs. “Has she a name?”

“Helaena.”

Rhaenyra repeats it, noting the soft similarity to her own name. “A name fit for a Princess.” She kisses Helaena’s brow. “It is as lovely as your mother’s.”

“What do you say to her?” asks Alicent.

“Nothing untoward, my Queen,” Rhaenyra replies, leaning once again so Alicent can cradle her daughter; “only if I tarry a moment longer your chambers will stink of dragon.”

“Worry not, Princess,” Alicent murmurs, tilting her face to kiss Rhaenyra’s cheek. “I’ve grown quite accustomed to it.”

#writing things #fic stuff #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicent #they deserve to be happy okay #i love me some angst but for some reason with these two i want to give them some happiness also

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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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meg baby, I promise we’ll all look the other way if you decide to strangle that chimera ant built bitch. I promise we won’t say nothing.

#nicki got to be one of the nastiest bitches I’ve ever seen in my life #you ain’t had a fucking hit in 10 yrs good enough to act the way you do #it’s crazy it took her being so vile to meg for ppl to get it #it’s always ‘protect blk women’ w/her until it’s somebody she don’t like lmao #and her only beef with her is that she collabed with cardi #the only one who stuck by her side mind you so ofc she #she’s been terrible and I remember back in 2017 when ppl jumped me for ‘defending a Latina woman’ over her #the same bitch that co opted a hashtag meant for missing and murdered blk women for her own bullshit #while cardi was using her platform to speak up for breonna Taylor and police brutality? oh okay #she’s a nasty witch and her karma will come #rap beef aside #‘how you got 3 Grammys and can’t stay on beat?’#how are you the supposed queen and been rapping since Jesus was in Jerusalem but have zero?#bringing up her dead mother..you deserve to rot #cherry chats 🍒#I’m so happy cardi no longer feeds into her bullshit and lets her stupid ass talk to the wall #all the new girls are outshining her and I’m so glad they don’t have to grovel to her #the fact that these girls just came out and are her competition says more abt nicki than it does Meg cardi latto or anybody else #her peers should be missy kim queen latifah etc #and yet she’s linking up with 23 year olds and beefing with girls 20 years her junior #guess that predator spirit run in the family huh

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thepeacefulgarden · 7 months

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#self compassion #mental health #healing #trauma #recovery #grief #you will be okay #you will get through this #eventually #the only way out is through #self care #self love #self respect #you are enough #you are worthy #you deserve happiness

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crippledasinfuckyou · 1 year

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sometimes a healthy relationship isn't 50/50 because it can't be, and that's okay.

disabled people who cannot take on an equal portion of the work in a relationship deserve to be loved too, if that's what they want. and as long as their partner is getting the support they need, and is happy to take on that work, then what's the issue? it's nobodys business but your own the way that works in your relationship.

if you or your partner are disabled, and you can't split the work in the relationship 50/50, that's okay. you're not abusive, or a baby, or unloveable because of that. I promise

#inspired by: yet another post saying with absolutely no nuance that if ur partner doesn't do 50% of the work in the relationship u should #leave them. which fucks me off supremely #my husband has hemiplegia among other things #and literally CANNOT do about 85% of the stuff that needs to get done #and that's okay! because I am happy to take that on!#equality in relationships doesn't have to mean splitting things 50/50 #it can mean having an honest conversation about your needs and abilities and making it work #disabled people deserve love if they want it #disability #actually disabled

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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After two whole arcs of seeing him getting extremely traumatized, the blond guy finally gets to feel a little tiny itty bit of whimsy and joy as a little treat

#he's adorable i am sick i am going to cry #he's my whole world my whole universe #i am so not okay mentally #look at him jumping around :((( my boy #he deserves a bit of happiness #he's so silly #one piece #egghead #black leg sanji #op 1094

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lizkreates · 8 months

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~Warmth~

#trigun #vashwood #trigun maximum #vash #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #my art #stepping into uncharted territory here #I wanted to draw a quiet comfort scene with them #I figured it's tame enough so it's okay to post here #they deserve to be happy even amid their suffering #wolfwood is the pillow yes #we support fuzzy woowoo in this house

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north-noire · 5 months

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father-daughter bonding. they're working on something together! :]

wanted to redraw that henry artwork from the fnaf encyclopedia but with my own henry design ft. charlie. happy new year's by the way!

#wanted to start the year with something nice #i promise i'm working on the au! just wanted a break from comms and writing the au #look they deserved better okay?#they deserve to be happy for once #hidden hands au #fnaf #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's fanart #henry emily #charlie emily #charlotte emily #marionette fnaf #puppet fnaf #fnaf henry emily #fnaf charlie emily #fnaf charlotte emily #my art

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months

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At rest, your lungs wish to deflate, and your ribcage expands outwards.

#better drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #Happy Friday the 13th!#This is scientific fact btw!#Ventilation operates through a series of active and passive forces #The active forces being muscular contraction with inhalation and exhalation having their own set of muscles.#but the interesting part is the passive forces at work:#The lungs have a certain level of elasticity to them - meaning the more they expand the more the those elastic forces are functioning-#-to try and return the system to rest (exhalation passive forces). Your diaphragm is the main force - pushing against the lungs at rest.#Your ribcage on the other hand is under a state of being pulled outwards. It *wants* to be as open as possible.#These to contradicting forces create a constant push and pull which assists in the ebb and flow of air. Most significantly with exhalation.#Now that being said - the primary action of inhalation ventilation is through control centers in your brainstem.#If you lose connection to that due to trauma you're going to need ventilation assistance.#Small note: Respiration is the cellular event of chemical exchange in the alveoli. Ventilation is airflow and pressure.#They are both important but also very different things. Sadly used interchangeably.#My anatomy nerd brain is screaming over the inaccurate ribcage...but its...recognizable. I will get it right one day.#Okay nerd rant over (I cut out a lot of stuff about pressure gradients. They are cool. To me.)#This is a redraw of an mspaint doodle I made back in april. I yearn to make the Yiling Laozu eerie as he deserves #Tear that bitch (affectionate) apart!#Been playing around with hatching for a while and its amazing how many styles there are! Not sure I'll stick with this one (but it was fun)

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mossfeld · 9 months

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#resident evil #re6 #chris redfield #leon kennedy #chreon #rebhfun #fanart #please help plaes e hep l it hurts i love them so much #they deserve A VACATION OKAY i want them to be happy please please I WILL---#GO INSANE. stop I'VE ALREADY GONE #also. i'm totally obsessed with this leon's outfit it's so y2k 2000s metal coded to me #I FEEL IT ON ALL EXPLAINABLE AND UNEXPLAINABLE LEVELS

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zaoldyeck · 6 days

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Hello i'm back after 3000 years to rant about cynonari bc cyno's second story quest had me FEELING THINGS and i need an outlet. Not that they haven't been rotting my brain consistently for almost two years but this quest... it's just. So much

The way cyrus tells cyno to invite tighnari along for dinner out of nowhere like he's just part of the family, the camping trip with 4 people (not counting paimon since she's basically one of the traveler's limbs) and only 3 tents (i thought tighnari and collei might share a tent but tighnari was alone in his tent when he woke up after cyno had already left so.....), tighnari's one track mind about catching up with cyno the moment he realizes the situation, not even hesitating about following him to the desert which is the bane of his existence, and then glueing himself to his side, cyno saying he's more than just the general mahamatra or a vessel for a god and tighnari smiling so proudly and saying "exactly", the story of hermanubis confirming that he was a tighnarian which makes their lives historicaly intertwined and gives off big soulmate energy, and then cyno looking at tighnari with a little smile after hearing it and saying "i like this story", their little hideout at the akademiya where they used to go to to chat and watch the sunset..... and then there's this

A fam. Family. Ttadition. A family tradition. Family. I'm foaming at the mouth this is too much

Also.

Look at this face of pure fond exhasperation he keeps giving cyno and tell me this isn't love.

#i was really thirsty to finally get some cyno lore on this quest but i wasn't expecting all this family wholesomeness #also the way everyone cares so much about cyno makes my heart all gooey.....#he's gathered a big family of people who love him and care deeply about him and i'm so happy #he deserves all the love #and tHE TINY CYNO PICTURES 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 GOD BLESS OUR QUEEN LISA FOR THEM #okay that's enough brainrot for now #whiny shin #cynonari #genshin impact

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colorless-vector · 5 days

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He doesn't have any personal things on his wall or bed after his brothers left. These things were personal and only for The Bad Batch to see. For the Empire he has no petsonality. Almost all the people around him were strangers. Crosshair was alone in a place full of people. The only ones who understood him had left him. He wasn't able to show his feelings to the people who didn't see him like his brothers did.

He was so lonely and angy😭😭😭

He was like a teenager with adolescent maximalism

And later in prison he had nothing at all and he didn't want to have anything. He understood how mislead he was and decided that he should accept his imprisonment. He thought he didn't deserve good things anymore and lost hope in everything (until the little sunshine came to save him from prison and himself in his self-loathing). His family abandoned him (in his point of view), the Empire betrayed him. He only sent one message only to warn the batch to keep Omega away from the Empire. After doing that he almost gave up on himself

He must have felt so broken

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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Wayne’s trying his best to get the picture hung as straight as possible.

There are kids screaming at the yard, he can hear Hopper arguing with Jonathan from the backyard, something about the movers or something, Eddie’s in the kitchen trying to hang his mug collection in display, Dustin and Mike are trying to carry more boxes to the house and the others are scattered everywhere in the new house, trying to do their own thing to help him out.

There’s a box full of framed pictures just beside his legs. Wayne’s still trying to level the frames. He was never one for pictures, until Eddie came home to him.

The first framed picture, he remembers buying the frame from a dollar store. No glass, just a flimsy plastic and plastic frame. Eddie was 12 in the picture, teeth crooked, hair growing, with the acoustic guitar Wayne bought for him. It’s secondhand but, Wayne still had to work double time for it. Every minute of it was worth with how big Eddie’s smile on the picture was. He just finished learning his first song and just finished playing it for Wayne. It’s Stand By Me by Ben E. King.

There’s more in pictures taken, more pictures developed and slipped into an album he bought from Melvald’s. But the second picture to be framed was when he was 15. It’s a picture that would make any person stop and think, “Who would frame a picture like that?” Eddie’s 15 in the picture, curly hair long and frenzied, but the highlight is his beaten up face. He has a growing black eye, there’s is crusty blood on his nose and Eddie Munson is beaming. He got into a fight, his first fist fight, and Wayne shouldn’t have framed it. But it’s also the same day Eddie came out to Wayne and Wayne will forever keep it close to his heart.

The next picture framed is when he’s 18. It’s the day Eddie’s supposed to be graduating High School, but didn’t. Eddie thinks he hides it well, the stress and disappointment that he’s not graduating, hiding it in sarcasm and witty jokes but Wayne can see through him even blind. He takes him out for the day to Indiana, they walk around, going to stores Eddie would love and ending it in a diner. Wayne asks the waitress to take a picture of them. Eddie breaks down that night, telling Wayne he didn’t deserve this and that he should be more disappointed, more angry before shutting himself to his room. He wakes up the next morning with Wayne trying to hang another framed picture in the trailer, Wayne tells him, “School’s not everything. You’re a good person, Ed. That’ll always be the most important thing to me.”

The first three framed pictures and album full of pictures are gone, eaten by the four fault lines that swallowed Hawkins whole in 1986. Wayne doesn’t care, not really, not when his son was being chased down by the whole town. His kind, weird, loud Eddie, who doesn’t even want to hurt bugs or spiders, always opting with setting them free rather than squashing them.

Eddie comes out alive, and free at the end of it. Because beyond everything, beyond being kind, generous, loud, funny, Eddie has always been a fighter. Between fighting real life monsters, signing NDAs and recovering from literal feral bat bites, Eddie gains a family. It’s weirdly shape, contains an actual 15 year old with super powers, the Mayfield girl who rose from the dead, those two comes with a gaggle of children, Chief Hopper who also rose from the dead, Joyce Byers, the Buckley kid, the reporter, two potheads. It’s a weird family, and still the weirdest part is Steve Harrington. Harrington. Still it was a family, held together with tape, trauma and love.

Wayne’s not Steve’s biggest fan. Not until Wayne gets the full story of how Eddie survived, he doesn’t get it until three months later. Only because Eddie wasn’t ready to talk about it. Eddie tells him that it was all Steve. Steve who gave him CPR, wrapped his wounds properly and carried him out of the hell hole with his own injuries. Wayne was kinda mad at Eddie for not telling him immediately, especially because he’s been giving Harrington the stinky eye for three months now, when in truth Wayne is forever in debt with him.

Eddie’s also babble mouth who told Harrington that more than anything Wayne was devastated to learn that the “Upside Down” goo washed up all of the pictures. For his birthday, Wayne’s not even sure how he knows, Steve buys him a secondhand camera, an empty album and a stack of empty frames. That starts a tradition that spread all throughout the family. It somehow culminated to them taking pictures of Eddie, and when they think it’s special enough, they frame it and give it to Wayne. Eddie hates the tradition, because why do you guys keep framing my picture???

That’s how he ended up here, in his brand new house, the one Eddie bought for him just after his second successful tour, with a big box full of pictures.

Wayne backs up from the wall full of frames, it’s accumulated so many different pictures now, now it’s not just Eddie. Now, it’s a burst of different pictures. Somewhere in the left, you will find the framed picture of when Eddie finally graduated, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan beside him with the same graduation gown. Beside it is a picture of the Party in their own graduation, beside it is a big collage frame with a picture of each kid when they also finally graduate college, there’s a picture of all of them when Joyce and Hop finally got married, a picture of when Robin, Steve and Nancy all graduated college, all separately. Pictures of weddings, and birthdays, and kids from the kids who he watched grow up, who now call him Grandpa Wayne.

Eddie’s pictures are still there, Eddie will always be there. Eddie in his first apartment, Eddie and his band when they first open a concert, Eddie signing his first contract, Eddie on his first radio interview, Eddie and his band on their first magazine cover. Just Eddie, living his dream.

“I think that one’s a little crooked.” A voice tells him. He turns to see Steve, a little older now, hair shorter, glasses thicker, a hearing aid always on his ear.

“Which one?” Steve points at the large picture. It’s a little bigger than the other frames.

Wayne smiles, moving closer to adjust the picture. In the picture, it’s with Steve and Eddie, both in their tuxes, Wayne in the middle as Eddie’s arms is hooked around Wayne’s shoulders and as Steve is laughing at something Eddie has said. Wayne’s just smiling at the two of them, the sun bright, brand new rings sparkling in the sun.

When satisfied, he moves back just as Eddie enters the room, a box in his hand, “I got you some new pictures.” He gives Steve a knowing smile, as Wayne accepts the box.

“I don’t remember the pictures very well, but I tried my best to describe them to Will.” Wayne’s hand flies to his mouth as he sees the framed pictures. They’re drawings, and they’re not the exact same, but it looks so similar to the pictures he lost in the earthquake, the pictures he long accepted he’ll never see again. It’s Eddie as a kid again, and it’s enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“This isn’t fair, Ed. You can’t just make me cry.” Eddie laughs as he gives his uncle a hug, a whisper of thank you’s exchanged.

They watch as Wayne hammers a new nail on the wall, placing it just beside the picture of Wayne standing beside Eddie as he holds his first award.

He straightens the pictures.

Takes a step back to look at it all.

Some of the frames fraying from the age, some pictures fading on the edges, some of it are crooked.

All of it filled with pictures, radiating a life lived with joy and happiness.

It’s perfect.

#UNCLE WAYNE DESERVES HAPPINESS #LET HIM HAVE HIS SON #LET HIM HAVE EDDIE OKAY #wayne munson & eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie rants #steddie #daerants #daeheadcanons #steddie headcanon #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson angst #steve harringon wears glasses #hard of hearing steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson

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mass-convergence · 8 months

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We interrupt your dreams of lesbian domestic bliss with a fucking prophecy.