#which is very strange (and kind of sad) to think about.
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Secrecy
Hi guys :)
This is a new chapter in the One Love series, but honestly I think you can read it without reading the rest.
Enjoy!
TW : Angst
Something is wrong with her girlfriend; Ona can’t take this feeling away from her mind. It’s something haunting her for days now, and more she thinks about it, more there are a lot of strange things.
The first thing Ona feels strange is the fact that Lucy always takes her phone with her, no matter where she goes. To the toilets or when she’s watching TV, Lucy has always her phone in her hand or next to her. Ona isn’t the kind of girl who will snitch in her girlfriend’s phone, but this change of behavior is strange in Ona’s eyes.
There is too the fact that Lucy seems always to have someone to see without Ona, or that she has media after training or something to make her come home way later than Ona.
And now, Ona has to add the point that Lucy always seems thinking when they are together. She’s always lost in her thought, never paying attention to what they are watching on TV. Ona sometimes needs to call her two or three times to have an answer.
But in another hand, Lucy seems very clingy and attentive to her. She seems really happy to find her back when she comes home or to cuddle with her before falling asleep.
Another thing which intrigues Ona is the fact that sometimes Lucy jumps when she sees her arrive in the room and hurries to hide her phone.
Ona trusts Lucy, with all her heart and all her being. But all these points putting together make her sometimes worried that she might be talking with someone else. And that simple idea makes her want to throw up.
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Today again, Lucy left the training without her, explaining to Ona that she needs to go take a package to the post. But Ona already took it yesterday, when Lucy took Narla and Coco to the dog groomer. The Spaniard has a very small smile when Lucy kisses her cheek before leaving the locker room, smile who drop impressively quickly when Lucy isn’t near her anymore.
Swallowing her saliva is suddenly hard for Ona and she identifies really quickly the feeling. The tears aren’t far away, and Ona only want to go to her car and then home to be able to cry her heart out. But Alexia saw her friend’s distress and quietly makes her way to her. Ona jumps when she feels her captain’s hand on her arm.
“Is everything fine Onita?” Alexia asks quietly.
Ona feels stupid when she can’t answer because of her tightening throat. She just shrugs but Alexia easily spots Ona’s wet eyes. Without adding another word, the blonde takes Ona with her by the hand, making sure no one else sees them.
When they reach the empty room Alexia chooses, Ona was still able to hold her tears back. But when Alexia asks her one more time if everything is fine, she can’t anymore. She breaks down, tears falling freely on her cheeks. Alexia stays shocked like two seconds before taking the other girl in her arms.
Ona is known to be always the optimistic one, taking bad tackle without a flinch, working herself harder every time. She’s hard with herself when she makes mistakes and even Alexia has to stop her sometimes. Ona doesn’t cry a lot; it doesn’t mean that she never gets sad or that she isn’t sensitive. She just always finds a way to be positive.
“Ona what’s up?”
The worry in Alexia’s tone is very audible, but for now Ona can only cry, her breath cut between sobs. Still holding the younger girl in her arms, Alexia strokes her back and rock her softly, waiting patiently for her to calm down. Which eventually happen after several longs minutes.
“It’s ok Oni, just breath” Alexia whispers quietly.
Ona does as she’s told, following Alexia’s breath with hers. Alexia hesitates to ask the question again, not wanting to make Ona crying again. Instead, Alexia takes Ona’s face between her hands to have a better look at her. The fullback understands easily what Alexia is asking and she takes a big breath before talking.
“Lucy…” she just says, before her voice break.
More tears are rolling on her face, but she doesn’t have time to react before that Alexia wipes them off with her thumbs. The blonde doesn’t talk, still waiting.
“I can’t say it out loud” Ona mumbles.
Saying it out loud makes her feel like it will become real. And no one know how much she doesn’t want it to be. Alexia frowns though, wondering what have Lucy done to upset Ona that much.
“Take your time Amor” Alexia affectionally says.
Ona needs some more minutes, but she finally manages to whisper it, so softly that Alexia almost misses it.
“I think that Lucy is cheating on me.”
Alexia needs to take on her to keep a poker face, but she’s exploding from the inside. She asks what makes Ona think that and hearing her friend talking, she understands why she has that idea. She doesn’t say that she’s wrong or that she’s right. She only informs Ona that she’s taking to the apartment she shares with Olga for now and Ona let her. Crying just exhausted her.
Olga seems to be surprised to find an Ona with red and puffy eyes on their couch when she comes home, but she doesn’t say anything. When Alexia goes to the kitchen to help her girlfriend about the diner, Ona looks at her phone to see that she has two missed calls from Lucy and several messages.
Mi Vida ❤️🔥
Baby, where are you?
I’m home and you’re not here
Ona?
Please call me when you can, I’m really worried ☹
“Lucy wrote me” Ona says to Alexia when she comes back to her.
“Do you want to write her back?”
Ona nods softly, sniffing discreetly before opening the conversation she has with Lucy.
Princesa 🧡
I’m at Alexia’s
I’m coming home soon.
“Do you really want to go home?”
Alexia seems incredulous at that idea, but Ona nods one more time without looking at her. She is of course very thankful for her friend and the way she took care of her, but she needs to go back to Lucy and maybe talk about all of this.
“I need to confront her” Ona sights.
Alexia grunts. She had warned Lucy when her and Ona started to date. She said to the English woman that Ona is the sweetest person she knows, that she’s like her baby sister and that if Lucy make one mistake, she will kill her.
“Are you sure? Maybe a night away from her can help you think about all of that?”
“If I may…” Olga says softly from the entry of the room “I think Ona is right, it’s better for her to go to talk to her girlfriend. Maybe all of this is a misunderstanding? “
Alexia groans and raises her eyebrows, making Olga rolls her eyes.
“I know you’re trying to protect your friend and I find that kind of cute and hot – Ona pretends to throw up while Alexia smirks – but it had to be talked. Secrets are cool but mysteries are not, Cutie Pie.”
“Cutie Pie?” Ona snorts.
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When she arrives in front of her house, Ona can’t help but feel stressed. She doesn’t want to have this discussion with Lucy, hearing that the woman that she loves more than anything is seeing someone else. But she knows too that she can’t stay hidden in her car for many more minutes, she wrote to Lucy when she left Alexia’s house, so she knows that the English woman is waiting for her.
When she enters their house, Rosalia is playing in the background and Coco and Narla come running for her, barking happily. She can’t help but smile, petting Narla and picking up Coco when he wines, always being the jealous one.
Lucy arrives soon after though, a very happy smile on her face.
“You’re here! I missed you!”
She literally crushes Ona in her arms when she hugs her, kissing lovingly her cheek and then her lips several times.
“I made Boles de picola, from your mother’s the recipe” Lucy announces with her smile, before taking Ona’s hand to take her with her to the kitchen. “Look!”
Ona looks at the pan and she have to admit that it smells as good as when her mother does it. It’s look good too and she’s sure that it will taste amazing. Pressing her front against Ona’s back, Lucy passes her arms around her waist and kisses her cheek once again.
“It’s look perfect” Ona says honestly.
“Just like you” Lucy smiles against Ona’s skin.
And that’s perfectly why Ona’s brain is roasting. In one hand there are all of this strange things Lucy’s doing recently, but in another Lucy is still the most caring and loving girl with her. But she red last night that an unfaithful partner can sometimes have surge of affection because of the guilt.
Feeling her eyes burning at this idea, Ona turns in Lucy arms to hug her and hiding her face in Lucy’s neck. Ona tries to calm down while breathing Lucy’s sent, while Lucy strokes lovingly her hair.
“Thank you for cooking for me”
“With pleasure Princesa” Lucy smiles.
“I love you so much” Ona whispers after some minutes.
“I love you too” Lucy answers, before asking after several seconds. “Are you ok?”
“Si. I’m just a little tired”
Lucy hums and take delicately Ona’s face between her hands to have a better look at her.
“Let’s eat and after that I’ll make us a bath, what do you think?”
“It’s perfect” Ona whispers, before changing subject. “Do you know Olga’s pet name for Alexia?”
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Ona didn’t find the courage to talk to Lucy. After the bath, they went to bed and the Spaniard fell asleep on her girlfriend’s arms, in one of Lucy’s old jersey from Manchester City. (If Ella Toone learn that, she will probably never want to talk to her again.)
“Ona”
Ona is drawn from her sleep by the voice of her girlfriend, but her eyes are hard to open. She whines when Lucy calls her again, hiding her face in her cushion even more.
“Ona baby please, wake up.”
Ona rolls on her back, rubbing her eyes before taking a look at her girlfriend. Lucy’s voice isn’t scared like the time she had a nightmare and Ona just have to take a look at the windows to know that it’s still dark outside.
“Que passa?” Ona asks.
Lucy takes her hand and makes her get up from the bed. Ona follows her without really realizing it.
“Come with me, please”
“Lucia it’s four in the morning” Ona objects after she looked at her phone.
“Please.”
Ona isn’t sure that she’s really awake, so she decides to follow Lucy. The brunette is fully clothed, but Ona follows her. They went to Lucy’s car and when the latter sees that Ona is shivering, she puts her jacket on her girlfriend’s body.
“Gracias” Ona whispers before yawning.
“You’re so cute” Lucy smirks, pinching Ona’s cheek.
The Catalan woman frown but Lucy’s smile grows wider. She puts her hand on her knee and the warm of her skin on her knee is really comforting for Ona.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise”
Ona rolls her eyes and get more comfortable against her seat. She feels her eyes getting heavier and soon after she’s asleep again. Around twenty minutes later, Lucy stops the car, waking Ona up at the same time.
Looking around them, Ona realizes that they are at a beach, somewhere they went the first time Ona came back to Barcelona after they get together. The memory makes her smile softly and she try to ignore the fact that maybe Lucy is as attentive with another woman that she is with her.
“Fancy to watch a sunrise with me?” Lucy asks, almost shyly.
But Ona nods and soon after they are on the beach, taking their shoes off to walk easier on the sand. Lucy takes Ona’s hand and interlink their fingers, taking the younger woman with her somewhere in the sand. They sit somewhere and Lucy sits behind Ona, taking the brunette once again in her arms.
As the sky is becoming clearer, Ona let herself going against Lucy, enjoying as good as she can their moment. She shivers every time Lucy kisses her behind her ear or on her neck. She even turns her head several time to have a proper kiss.
“Ona?”
“Mh?” Ona hums softy.
“I have a confession to make” Lucy whispers when the first ray of sun is coming.
Ona feels her stomach drops and she takes a big breath. Against her back, she can feel Lucy’s heart pounding. Her throat is so tight that it’s a miracle than she still can breathe.
“Can we… Can we just enjoy this moment before? Please.” Ona asks, her tears pricking.
She wants to have those last moments with Lucy being just hers before everything fell down. With Lucy only. Will she be able to forgive Lucy and live with the fact that there is another girl? Will Lucy still want to stay with her?
“No. I- I need to do it now.”
Lucy takes a deep breath and Ona tries her best not to burst in tears. She’s stiff in Lucy’s arms, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
“You know, the first time I saw you, I wondered how and why I never really looked at you before. You really are the most beautiful girl in the world and I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine.”
Ona doesn’t say anything, way to scared about what will follow that.
“And when we danced together after we passed almost all the night looking at each other more or less discreetly, I knew we were meant to be with each other. Everything was always so easy, without any problem and perfect. Because it was you and it was me. And I think I fall in love with you the very right second I saw you. And I still falling in love with you even more every day. I know that I’m not perfect and that we had issues sometimes, but you mean the world to me.”
After that, there is a silence and Ona is still waiting for the plot twist. Lucy doesn’t say anything else and after several seconds, Ona talks so softly that Lucy almost missed it.
“But?”
“There’s not but. Come, look.”
Lucy helps Ona to stand up, before pointing something down the beach. They were sitting on a kind of small dune for now and when Ona looks at the right direction, she frowns, trying to see what Lucy was pointing at her. But then she sees it.
Pieces of glasses of all colors, arranged in the floor in a way that has nothing random. The reflections of the sun make them shine, adding a little magic to what could already be perfect.
WILL YOU MARRY ME ?
Ona froze, her brain making a short-circuit. After blinking, Ona slowly turns to Lucy. The English woman is looking at her with apprehension, but Ona needs a little bit more time to process everything.
But then Lucy gets on one knee in front of her and take a velvet box from her pant pocket. The ring is perfect, looking like on of the ones Ona is sometimes looking on her Pinterest.
“You want to marry me?” Ona mumbles with disbelief.
“Yes. I know it’s maybe early in our relationship but I’m sure of myself. You’re the love of my life, Ona.”
Two seconds later, Ona breaks down in tears. After struggling courageously not to do so in the presence of Lucy for days, she simply can no longer resist. After some hesitations, Lucy stands up to envelops Ona’s smallest frame tight against her. Ona melt in the hug, way more than she was doing those last days.
“I’m still waiting for an answer” Lucy teases with a smirk against Ona’s hair.
The Spaniard makes a strange sound, between a sob and a laugh and take her face away from Lucy’s neck.
“Yes. I want to marry you, madre mia. You’re the love of my life too. T’estimo més que a res.”
Lucy’s hands are shaking when she puts the ring around Ona’s finger, and she can breathe again when she sees that the size is perfect. But after some long minutes of kisses and cuddles, she realizes that Ona is still crying. Silently, but it’s like the tears doesn’t want to stop.
“Hey” she whispers, pressing her forehead against Ona’s. “What’s up Princesa?”
“Nada” Ona answers at first, before abdicate in front of Lucy’s eyes. She can’t lie to her. “I don’t want to ruin the moment Luce. It’s ok.”
She tries a smile and even if she’s crying, Lucy can swear that she never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
“It’s ok for now. I will find it later, Princesa.”
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“We are later” Lucy whispers.
They are in their bed; the night has fallen several hours before. The passed their first hours as fiancés eating a fancy lunch in a hotel reserved by Lucy. Then, they called their moms and brothers and then Ona called Laia Aleixandri and Alexia to explain to her what happened. The blonde looked so relieved that Ona was seriously scared that she might faint. They talked to fast in Catalan for Lucy to understand what they were saying, so they were able to sort it out.
“Mh?” Ona mumbles.
She heard what Lucy said, but she’s way much too comfy to have this conversation right now. She’s so relieved to learn and realize that Lucy never cheated that she feels like she can finally breath correctly again. And she was so clingy with her girlf… fiancée that Lucy wasn’t able to take a step without having the Spaniard touching almost a part of her body.
“We are later” Lucy says again. “Want to share with me what was in your mind on that beach?”
Ona sighs softly and almost try to take Lucy’s mind somewhere else (just like thirty minutes ago before they went to shower) but she knows that she can’t escape the discussion longer. Looking attentively at Lucy, Ona bites her lip, thinking about the better way to start it.
“You will think I’m stupid.”
“Never in my life, Ona.”
Lucy seems so sure about herself, her green eyes in Ona’s chocolate ones. But now Ona feels a little guilty too, Lucy was just working so hard to propose to her in the best way possible and here was she, thinking that she was with another chick.
Ona sits on the bed, looking at Lucy who was still laying on her back. The English woman puts a lock of Ona’s hair behind her ear, her hand staying on Ona’s cheek after that.
“I just don’t want to ruin our day. Everything was just so perfect Luce. I want to keep it that way.”
“You won’t ruin anything, I swear.”
Ona looks at her girlfriend for a little time, trying to figure out if that’s really true or not. But Lucy is waiting, looking at her with so much tenderness and pleading and she can’t hide that to her for any longer.
“I… Well, you know how you keep coming home later those past weeks? And how you would hide your phone to me?”
Lucy nods, of course she was aware of that. Keeping something away from Ona was the most difficult thing ever, they were used to share everything.
“And then you were always with your mind somewhere else, sometimes I needed to call you three times for you to answer to me.”
“I���m sorry” Lucy winces, stroking Ona’s jaw with her thumb.
“Well, all of that assembled, on a period of several weeks made me think at first what I did wrong. But you kept saying that everything was fine when I asked you. So, I… I wondered if maybe there was someone else.”
As Ona’s voice was very small and the Spaniard was unable to look at her girlfriend, Lucy’s face drops in horror. She was very far to think that her absence or unavailability will make Ona thinks that.
“Of course not!” Lucy almost shout, sitting suddenly on the bed to take Ona’s face between her hands. “There never was someone else, it’s always been you! How could I… How… I’m so sorry, Ona. I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. You know now that it was wrong right? You know it?”
Ona nods, her face always between Lucy’s hand. The brunette takes her in her arms and Ona takes a deep breath. She’s relieved that Lucy doesn’t takes that badly as she might have.
“My sweet little Princesa” Lucy mumbles softly. “Is it why you seemed off those last days?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You always smiled with a second too late and you were looking in the vague a lot. I assumed that you were only tired because of the end of the season.”
“I didn’t realize it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Lucy makes them lie down again, but both of them face to face on their side. The English woman admires her fiancée several seconds before talking again, with a small smile on her face.
“I was going to complain about how it was difficult to stole on of your precious ring without you realizing it, but I guess what you went through was harder.”
“Now that I know I was wrong, it’s ok” Ona answers.
Not supporting the distance between them, even if it is only a few centimeters, Ona approaches Lucy to wrap herself around her. Lucy smiles and let her gladly do, squeezing her harder against her. Not a single millimeter stills exist between them after that.
“Tell me. I want to know everything now, how you made all that up.”
Lucy smiles and starts her story. How she stole the famous ring to have the right size, how many ideas she has before choosing the one on the beach, how she managed to dig on Ona’s Pinterest and the different twists and turns during her preparations. Ona can’t help but smile and laugh when she hears her girlfriend talking. Lucy has always been a great talker, Her way of exaggerating things, gesticulating in all directions always amused Ona excessively.
And, about that, Ona can’t help but think that this point will allow Lucy to blend even more easily among the Batlle.
Several people have asked me to propose to Lucy and Ona, so here she is :)
#woso imagine#woso fanfics#ona batlle#ona batlle imagine#lucy bronze imagine#lucy bronze#ona batlle x lucy bronze#lucy bronze x ona batlle#luna
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all kinds of things happen when it rains
#just me hi#Dreary. i think that's a mean word for it#it's only dreary if You feel dreary. reflections in the water#i don't feel dreary though. i'm not sure#i think it's just Sad. which sucks but that's another thing about living eh? lol#it rains and you cry and it drys and you don't mind and it rains and you laugh and sometimes you do both !#rainy days are okay. i like the rain a lot actually! the sound is pleasant (when it's not trying to kill you)#and i like the gloom‚ it reminds me of winter :>#maybe i'm making parallels from two puddles but i think people get all kinds of weird on rainy days#does something Funky to them. like a strange magic takes to the air in the disguise of mist#very rarely does someone Not like rain#my mother doesn't like it lol#it's like a haven for most people though. like you've stepped behind one of those waterfalls and found that your home was the secret cavern#all kinds of fun :D#//OHH i'm gonna watch viddies now#audio my absolute beloved <33333#//was gonna mention something else but i Just forgot lol !! ciao :D
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well the nice thing about having had a life changing codependent relationship for most of my life is that whenever something bad is going on I can always switch my brain over to feeling bad about that instead
like it’s gonna feel bad either way but I’d much rather be in ‘mourning the loss of a dear friend’ mode than ‘my entire life is falling apart’ mode y’know
#like there’s so much to think about there I can very easily distract myself#whatever happened at work today? nah. instead consider: why didn’t they love me and could we ever be friends again?#it’s sad but it doesn’t give me a panic attack lol#and unlike thinking about things that make me happy my brain doesn’t snap back to the bad thing#it’s wild though that even after I’ve kind of forgiven them for all the stuff that happened it all kind of hits different#like yeah okay I was valid in feeling violated but also it wasn’t like it was on purpose and stupid kids do stupid kid shit#but even knowing that there’s just a part of me that can’t help but think about everything that went down#gives Greek tragedy vibes. the perfect storm of missteps is what ruined things in the end#and at this point like. I spent so long bothering them that I don’t wanna teach out and continue the pattern#plus there’s always that lingering fear and insecurity over being dumped in the first place#but it’s just so strange to have someone in your life for so long and then to just…not#I still bring them up in conversation sometimes like ‘oh yeah my ex liked that movie’ it’s weirdly natural#like we were inseparable for a decade it’s wild that they’re just…not part of my life anymore#and my brain will be stuck on this tangent for DAYS. great coping mechanism for whatever the fuck is happening at work#which like. don’t ask I don’t wanna talk about it I just want to move past this job and never see these people again
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Had the very strange experience today of being complimented by my professor and thinking to myself "you can thank tumblr for that".
(explanation/angry ramblings about the world under the cut. tw for racism and police violence)
So on Monday in class we watched a dashboard cam video of an altercation between a policeman and a black man that took place in my state. (My professor got called as an expert witness to the trial and got permission from the court to share the video.) After the video, the professor asked us what we thought about it, and what we thought either party did right/wrong/could have done better.
Most of the class was pretty wishy-washy, either not willing to get "political" in class, or hiding more extreme prejudices. But the absolutely insane thing was that most of them said the cop "handled it fine". My dude. The cop broke this man's window, attempted to rip him out of the car, and then later pulled a gun on him, leaving the man begging for his life. How the fuck is that "fine" behavior from someone who is supposed to make people feel safe???
Obviously being the opinionated, not-afraid-of-starting-fights little shit that I am, I had to call bullshit. I was the very last person the professor called on (by virtue of sitting in the far back corner) and I was really one of 2 or 3 people who actually said any words that meant anything.
I opened with the words "Have any of you actually had the police called on you? Anyone?" and went from there. I brought up that even as a literal child, and a privileged white one at that, I was terrified of the police. To the point that when a school employee told me (lying) that she had called them on me, I panicked, barricading myself in a room, and attempting to run as soon as someone opened the door. I was 12, and white. I had no reason to fear cops, having been raised on cop propaganda.
Now imagine how an adult black man must feel, living in the U.S., especially post-George Floyd. Every few weeks/months he's seeing on the news "black man shot by police, black man killed by police, black person beaten by police" and on and on and on. Of fucking COURSE his first reaction when he's pulled over (completely alone, no witnesses around) by a cop is to flee. Is that the "rational" thing to do? No. But people don't act rationally when they're terrified for their fucking lives.
Anyways, I brought that up, as well as pointed out the fact that the cop was the first one to get aggressive (swearing, raising his voice), as well as the fact that the cop had the nerve to later say "oh look, I have glass in my hand. This sucks." as if it wasn't his own fucking choice to break this poor man's window.
Some other classmates seemed mildly emboldened by my long rambling defense of the black man, and instead of saying wishy washy nothing spoke up a little more. Which was nice to see. But still... they didn't say much of substance.
Anyways, fast forwards to today, and when I walk into class the professor calls me over and says that my analysis of the video was "Something he'd expect out of a graduate student." While that was nice to hear, it was also disheartening, because my "analysis" was just pointing out things that happened in the video and linking them to real world events, as well as using common sense. So it's kind of sad to think that that level of critical thinking and just plain "don't be an idiot"-ness is rare.
I also didn't know how to feel about the fact that I have tumblr to thank for my education on that kind of thing, because god knows my 90% white, mildly conservative hometown didn't teach me shit about racism, or make me anti-cop.
I have the people who were spreading resources here on tumblr during the protests of 2021 to thank for that.
#morrigan.text#delete later#racism tw#police brutality tw#police violence tw#it's weird how many parts of me I can directly attribute to being on tumblr for the past 5 years.#including my general acceptance of people different from me#but also my queerness (or at least knowing what it is and being chill with it)#seeking out my autism diagnosis#being informed about current events#like. none of that would be true about me if not for being on tumblr.#which is very strange (and kind of sad) to think about.
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i think the ‘there were no black surgeons in the korean war’ thing they used about cutting oliver harmon jones is so fucking stupid like this is mash since when did u care about historical accuracy...
#anyways i dont think thats actually why they cut him#i think they cut him for a myriad of reasons including but not limited to:#a) to focus on hawk and trap#b) budget reasons#c) plain old racism#i also think the excuse of 'oh but he had a racist nickname' is also stupid like just. dont call him that then#(or just. explain the nickname and its non racist origins like they do in the book/movie)#also i honest to god had never heard of it ever until i read his fandom wiki page#like reading it back i get it and i see it. but it was not my first reaction at all.#anyways since he wasnt even in every episode in s1 there was obviously no reason why he was gonna stay for a long time#like its kind of obvious he was an ugly john sort of situation#which i AM sad about i luv u oliver....#but like. its not that surprising#m*a*s*h#anyways yeah it was racism mostly#but the 'we didnt want to have a token character' take is so very strange... like girl what
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The Never Ending Rain
Imbibitor Lunae . Dan Heng | M. Reader as Neuvilette
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"It's raining... Why is it still raining..?"
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The day Imbibitor Lunae decided to do the unthinkable was a tragic one.. So many people have lost faith and trust.
But one thing stood out from the rest...
It's raining... How..? This is the first time the Luofu ever rained... Is it even possible? For the ship to rain like that...
The Vidyadhara was as clueless as them. They don't remember ever doing something that may cause rain to happen. Even the Divination Commission was confused. In the entirety of their lives, never had they thought they'll ever see rain as a thing they now should worry about. It was strange.. A phenomenon of great mystery..
And so, the Seat of Divine Foresight search day and night for any information that might tell them what's happening, was it a prophecy? An old legend?
That's when they found it, in an old scroll, they say...
The legend says that, a dragon of water once resided in Luofu. Though the Luofu doesn't know where the dragon went, every time they weep the skies will cloud up and pour out rain. And they say that if you want to go out while the skies are clouded, yell out toward the sky at the top of your lungs.
"Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry!"
Soon this Hydro Dragon became a normal legend you'll hear everywhere on the Luofu, even visitors had become accustomed with the legend.
Some poets write about it, some storytellers make up some stories about the legend, and so on and so on. Some even made theories as to why the dragon cries on that specific day... The day that Imbibitor Lunae was banished...
Some of them made sense, while the others are just words being put together and hope something sticks.
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Then... The Nameless arrived...
Kafka had informed them about the Stellaron but she never said anything about the rain.. At first they thought that it was the Stellaron's doing until Miss Tingyun told them about the legend.
Never have they thought such a legend exists but here it is, the cloud up skies and the pouring rain.
March was more than excited when she found out about the legend, yelling out those words in the efforts that the dragon heard it and stopped crying. She expresses her sympathy to the dragon, talking to Mr. Yang and Stelle of how sad it is and start to make her own theories as to why the dragon is crying.
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But on Dan Heng's side...
He was immediately met by rain the moment he steps on the Luofu, he knows full well why that is, his chest hurts at the thought of it before mumbling out an apology and heading out to wherever the trio is at.
During the course of his journey, Luocha and Sushang talk regarding the seemingly endless rain. Some say that it hasn't stopped raining since a specific day, sure there are some days where the skies are clear but that's only for a moment as rain pours out once again. As if the pain and suffering the dragon felt won't go away no matter how hard they try to forget about it.
This got Dan Heng thinking...
It hasn't stopped raining since back then..? This only adds up to his guilt.
To think that... That man cried that much... For a man that was banished...
He can't help but feel guilty because of it.
.
.
While the trio's journey continues, they soon meet the Chief Justice, [Name] [L.Name].
The man could be seen as aloof, distant, maybe even cold as his expression never changes from a neutral one. But despite that he's quite kind to people. As March would put it "Nicer Dan Heng."
They were surprised when the Judge leap from his seat and took care of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus that invaded the courtroom, they never thought the ever so calm Judge could fight.
As time went on, [Name] insisted on going with them with the excuse that they needed all hands on deck with this crisis. Which isn't wrong.. So they let him. Then... They finally arrived at Scalegorge Waterscape... The flash of hurt and recognition on [Name]'s eyes as he saw the very person that had abandoned him...
As if clockwork, the skies began to cloud up once more.
"It's going to rain again." Stelle says as she looks up to the cloud sky. "Yeah you're right, and here I thought the sky's going to be clear a lot longer. Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry!" March yelled out, looking at the sky with hope in her eyes, she actually likes that phrase because it sounded like she was comforting someone.
"Miss March I would appreciate it if you focus on our main objective here, I believe the Stellaron is a much bigger threat than the Hydro dragon." Jing Yuan spoke up, reminding them of their current objective.
"Not to mention it's just a legend, I don't think the skies will clear up just because you say that." Fu Xuan added.
Dan Heng only stays silent before approaching [Name] with a heavy heart. He knew what caused the rain.. Or rather... He knew who the Hydro dragon is...
[Name] is standing far away from the group as if he's collecting his thoughts, this doesn't surprise the group as the man would usually be like that. Like March says, a "Nicer Dan Heng." With hesitation, Dan Heng wrapped his arms on the dragon's waist as he hugged him from behind, burying his face on the taller man's back and mumbled out. "Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry."
This caught the Judge off guard, did he hear that right? Did Dan Feng—No... Dan Heng just said that to him? As if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders and maybe his heart...
The skies cleared up.
"See! Did you guys see that!" March pointed out with excitement, her words have reached the dragon!
The group looked up at the clear sky with wide eyes, the sky had cleared up... So the legend is real..? People from the Cloud Knights usually think that the legend is just that.. A legend... But to see it for themselves as the skies cleared up once March said those words...
...Unknown to them it was Dan Heng who had comforted the dragon.
[Name] placed his glove hand on top of Dan Heng's before mumbling a small "thank you." But what was it for? Thank you for comforting him? Or was it a thank you for coming back?
Only [Name] knows.
He then patted his hand as if silently telling him to let go, Jing Yuan's right they have more important matters to attend to and Phantylia needs to be stop. Dan Heng reluctantly let go as he took a few steps back. He needs to separate the sea to get to Scalegorge Waterscape.
As Dan Heng gets ready, he tries to use his powers. Only for it to falter as if he's missing something.
Dan Heng tries again. "Hearken, as arbor revives and foe nears, we call forth the mighty waters of ancient sea, to flood abodes of heaven and quell roots of evil. We etch this in stone for all to heed."
It didn't work.
He tries to remember what he was missing he had said the incantation perfectly, and his power is completely at its peak... so what is he missing..?
He tries again, with his hand reach out he say the incantation one more time. "Hearken, as-"
Dan Heng stopped himself once he heard [Name] saying the incantation with him, he turn his head to the side and saw the other man standing next to him with his right hand stretched out, [Name] looks at Dan Heng and gave him a small nod before looking straight ahead. Giving a small nod in return, Dan Heng looks back at the ancient sea.
"Hearken, as arbor revives and foe nears, we call forth the mighty waters of ancient sea, to flood abodes of heaven and quell roots of evil. We etch this in stone for all to heed."
And just like that... the ancient sea separates...
The group was taken aback by this sudden revelation. Dan Heng wasn't able to do it on his own... and needed [Name] to do it with him...
But that can't be... a normal man can't just separate an ancient sea...
Unless...
"Your Honor... are you...?" Jing Yuan spoke up as he looks at [Name] in disbelief. The said man only sigh before giving him a firm nod. Jing Yuan smiles at the answer he was given, a confirmation.
[Name] [L. Name], the Chief Justice of the Luofu... a Judge in a courtroom... is the Hydro dragon.
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BNHA 407 : AFO is a lying liar who lies
Today is a very sad day because I am about to do something I genuinely dislike: I am about to defend All for One. In order to cope, I shall make fun of him the whole time.
AFO and Yoichi's backstory is finally out, with AFO narrating it, and there are two possibilities: he is either completely lying about it (boring) or he is lying a little about it (very in-character for him) because he is also lying to himself.
Lie number 1: AFO was born evil.
The narrator (AFO, seriously, it's AFO) says things such as "The baby drained the lifeforce of both his mom and his brother.", "It was born an arrogant baby." and such but it really reads at AFO villifying himself to add to his own legend.
That's what babies do. Children, before they're born, kinda have to take their strength from their mother. That's why pregnant people aren't supposed to do anything taxing.
AFO and Yoichi's mother didn't die because baby AFO drained her like a vampire. She died because she was a homeless woman who had access to nothing and had to go in labor alone.
Same thing here: during twin birth, a twin is often bigger than the other (well, probably not to extent of Yoichi and AFO, but you get my point).
Lie number 2: AFO, as a demon baby, is shown killing for no reason, just because he can.
(First slaughter by Baby AFO shown in that chapter.)
There are two things that are strange in this scene (apart from... you know.... a baby murdering people...)
AFO had no reason to go after them because they don't have any quirks to steal.
It makes no sense for someone to attack a group of people with nothing to gain. I doubt that's the kind of behavior you have when you're in survival mode as you're barely surviving in the street.
However, a previous panel points at some context we might be missing.
The same panel that indicates that those guys don't have a quirk to steal also shows that they are wiling to do some "preventive attack" on a bunch of quirked people who might or might not be those who assaulted a protest group (reminder that in this context, that protest group are protesting the rights for quirked people to exist).
I could be wrong but odds are that they did something to be qualified as a threat to All for One and we are missing the additional context.
(Second slaughter by Baby AFO shown in that chapter.)
Now, the poor souls who just got absolutely wrecked by a toddler wearing what I suspect to be a garbage bag have quirks, which makes more sense than the previous scene.
However (and thank you for @aimportantdragoncollector for pointing that out to me), we also have this panel.)
Yoichi is shown with bruises on his face and might be broken teeth.
Probably because those same people AFO is shown killing attacked him.
Lie number 3: AFO never loved Yoichi because he can't love, he just considered that he was his. That's all. Nothing more.
(Just... Just ignore the rats.)
AFO didn't care about Yoichi so much that the very conscious first act of his life might have been to swim a river upstream while dragging his brother above the surface with what must have been the deathgrip of all deathgrip.
AFO didn't care about his brother so much that Yoichi was fed and clothed by an AFO who was malnourished enough for his ribs to show and who wore what's basically an improvised toga.
But he just keeps sacrificing what little he has for someone he doesn't care about one bit, that's just his first possession. Nothing more.
Okay, I am going to be clear: anyone who sees that panel and thinks that it's the proof AFO didn't like his brother... You just outed yourself as an only child.
Siblings punt each other for no reason. (There is a reason why the first recorded murderer was an older sibling.) In this case, the reason was Yoichi throwing a can at him.
AFO: "You're not inviting me to a fun activity? You're leaving me out, in the cold, unable to partake in brother bonding activity? Oh, vault for Little Brother! Vault for Little Brother for one thousand years!"
AFO: "Nevermind, we're reading together. All is well, I guess."
Lie number 3: AFO killed the glowing baby for power, because he could, or because the Glowing Baby didn't deserve it
Still laughing about AFO's flawless reasoning... "Comic books heroes' life suck. Better to be a villain. I already did the whole struggle thing, I want an easy life."
AFO killed the glowing baby because he was jealous. It's as simple as that. The glowing baby was considered the first official quirked individual (even though it's not true), was protected by his family (if I remember correctly, the mother of quirks was his mom) while AFO and Yoichi had no one but each other (EDIT: I was wrong, the Mother of Quirks was Destro's mother. thanks to the people in the tags), and had a ton of people following him (while, for some strange reason, people start running away screaming when AFO shows his quirk... What a mystery...).
The last panel was basically AFO saying "I want to be loved' but not having the frame of reference to even know what love is.
In conclusion...
While AFO is definitely a bad guy and a monster, he didn't begin his existence as one. He just wants people to believe that. Because his pride and his ego can't allow him to admit that he lived a childhood full of horrible trauma where he was a victim abandoned by society (to an even greater extent than the LOV) or he would probably combust out of rage and mortification.
Ergo facto, AFO is a lying liar who lies, especially to himself.
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Thingy I did for the Admins AU 🩵💚
Context:
Basically the context of this moment is it takes place a week or something after Jesse and Lukas get their powers. Lukas is far more contained with his. He controls them quite well but Jesse on the other hand.. struggles a *lot*. And the townsfolk see it too. They see how when Jesse gets high up in his emotions, he changes, and his irritation with not being able to control his powers only stresses him out and frustrates him more and that causes like the complete form shift and that puts Jesse through like, the worst stress imaginable. Is knowing he's changing in front of people and not being able to control it and he doesn't feel like the hero he once was at all. He feels like a monster.
Anyways there's a point in time where Jesse just doesn't show his face out in town as much because he's terrified of the judgement. He gets the same strange looks he did before he ever became a hero, back when he was a nobody, so he hides from those interactions. Well Lukas definitely notices, and he ends up taking Jesse out somewhere alone, just the two of them. He takes them both somewhere away from civilization, so Jesse can really practice his stuff.
The big thing that has Jesse losing control of his powers is all of his negative emotions towards himself, so it's definitely going to be a "love solves the problem" kind of deal. I like to think one of the big things they practice is Jesse's ability to fly and stuff, and Lukas, regardless of how much Jesse tries to find a different way, decides that the best way for Jesse to really learn is by letting him hold onto him. Because Lukas is a person with a fragile body that he *knows* Jesse would do everything in his power to keep safe. Jesse though, in his admin form, is very cocky despite his sad feelings so he's kind of a brat about it but Lukas is extremely patient with him, and uhh. Jesse reluctantly holds onto Lukas while he lifts up into the air. He's really huffy and embarrassed about it too because after that whole incident in the cave where Lukas took half of Jesse's powers so he could live, Jesse has developed an unimaginable crush on Lukas. Like he already liked him before but now he's sure he loves him, and he's scared of showing those feelings because of well, how he views himself now. So he's really scared of messing this up or making himself look like a fool in front of Lukas.
But! The plan kind of works, because Lukas talks to him while he flies and since Jesse is focused on his conversation and not his emotions towards the powers themselves, it eliminates that stress and has him calmy maintaining a steady control over his flight. And eventually they're just kind of lazily drifting over the landscape, Lukas holding onto Jesse, them both focusing on the scenery as the late evening arrives and the stars begin to shine.
At this time, Jesse is still in his full admin form, he's blue and his eyes glow an eerie turquoise. But eventually Lukas has him stop and Jesse and him come to a stand in the air, Jesse holding Lukas against him and they look at each other. Lukas tells Jesse that he's so proud of him, and to look and see how much he's grown in such short time. Jesse looks around and, though his face still looks so grumpy, he does realize that they've been flying for a long time with no mistakes.
They share some really kind words to each other, Lukas praising Jesse and Jesse very quietly mumbling his gratitude for Lukas and his patience with him.
And uhh for the first time since the cave, Lukas gives Jesse a nice sweet kiss. Jesse doesn't remember it in the cave. He doesn't remember Lukas kissing him, so this comes as a complete shock (he was suuuper out of it) but quite literally every ounce of negativity drains from his body and he slowly begins reverting back to his original self. In the picture he's still in his admins clothes, but his body looks normal, aside from the crazy messy hair which is an admin trait.
Anyways yeah this is the moment Jesse realizes he for sure loves Lukas. And that kiss, and the kind words they shared, immediately calmed him. But uh. They calmed him so hard that when they kiss again, they both actually start falling out of the sky, and Lukas falls away from Jesse's arms in shock and that's when Jesse gains full control of his flight ability and swoops down to grab Lukas up bridal style in his big strong arms.
Lukas is all like "my hero" (he has the ability to fly too, so he was in no real danger, but the moment caused Jesse to take action instantly and use his powers for good).
That alone helps Jesse realize that these powers *can* be used for good. He's still a big grumpy butt in this form, but he still is that same gentle and loving Jesse deep down.
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TWISTED WONDERLAND'S ROYAL BOYS WITH S/O, WHO IS THEIR SWORN PROTECTOR
Riddle Rosehearts. ❤️
— You are something between his protector, and, basically, a... Tutor? Governess? It is hard to tell, but his mother insisted on keeping him safe and controlled;
— You tried to do that, by the way. But it killed you to see him struggling, being stripped away from a proper childhood;
— From the other side, there wasn't much you could do. If his mother noticed some strangeness, she would find him a new guard, and you wasn't sure that they will be as kind as you;
— You secretly left him some chocolate and other tokens, writing him about how proud you are. He figured out that it was you, of course, but both of you never discussed it;
— You follow him to the NRC, and that is where you could finally act freely around him. Though, you still follow a strict rules—knowing how much Riddle values them—you still try to prove him that life is much more than that.
•
”Lady Y/n, I hope you understand that I could get you fired,” Riddle says, voice coming so small that it is hardly threatening. ”You are crossing lines.”
You smile, lowering your head instinctively, as you kneel in front of him.
”Of course.”
”You are disobedient,” he continues, his bottom lip trembling. ”It is against rules, and you know that. You should be punished according to them.”
”I understand. That will be done,” your eyes are meeting his. ”But for now, my majesty... Will you blow your candles?”
Riddle stares at the little cake that you made yourself, quietly and secretively, while he studied throughout the day, and lets out a very quiet sob. His eyes are watery, when he nods.
”And, please, don't forget about your wish.”
He nods again, still not trusting his voice. When he finishes, you are clapping at him proudly, rushing to serve him a cake.
I can have everything I want, but all I would ask, it is for you to stay by my side, Lady Y/n.
He never punishes you for that, in the end.
Kalim Al-Asim. 💛
— A sworn protector? Oh, please, he thinks you are his friend from the very beginning. And your attempts to explain to him that you are here for completely another thing, fail;
— You are really fond of him, but you feel like allowing him to see you as a friend is a direct threat to his safety, and therefore, you always deny him and his attempts to become friends;
— Kalim is really reckless, and sometimes naive. It gives you a heart attack all the time, and you can't help but be clued to him, just in case if anything happens;
— Kalim doesn't really take you seriously, though? Yes, he knows you are powerful, and you can fight and kill, but, eh, what else? You are sweet, and you are his friend anyway;
— Still, it hurts him when you so actively refuse to be called as one, insisting that you are a mere guard. Not because of himself. He just thinks it is sad that you consider yourself to be just a tool under the royal family.
•
You walk soundlessly, as you move behind Kalim, keeping the distance in ten steps, following the common royal code.
Neither of you speak, and Kalim seems to be not in the spirit. Which is rare and disturbing, but you assume it is something related to Jamil.
”Am I allowed to ask a question?” You dare to murmur, voice so quiet that it is barely heard.
”...Yes, Y/n,” he answers immediately.
Sometimes, you don't speak for days, mere being his shadow, nodding and shrugging if questions asked, trusting Kalim to understand. That is why your voice is always a music to his ears, a very awaited sound.
”Had something happened between you and Jamil, my prince?”
He stops, and you stop as well. Your brows furrowing, waiting for the answer.
”Why would you care, Y/n?” He wonders suddenly. ”Jamil is clearly not a threat to my well-being. If anything, he keeps me alive simply by cooking.”
You know that as well. Yet, you can't help but worry about his state.
”Because...” Your voice trails off, as you can't say a true reason behind your question. ”No, you are right, of course.”
Kalim ignores your last sentence, before finally turning to face you. His expression is thoughtful, with a slight curiousity on the bottom of his eyes.
”Could it be... That you care about me as a friend?”
You gulp, and he notices that. But you can't deny it. Lying to him wasn't something you could do, anyway.
”...It could.”
His face brightens.
You can't take it back now.
Malleus Draconia. 💚
— His grandmother chose the fairest, the strongest fae to the role of his sworn protector, of course. She loves him, she wants to make sure he is safe, all the time;
— Malleus was a quite likeable person, and you grow fond of him in an instant, promising yourself to keep him safe all the time;
— But who would've thought that it is not murder attempts that you will ought to protect him, but evil words of his peers?;
— Watching him being lonely, mistreated and misunderstood made you sick. More than anything in the world, you want Malleus to be happy and fit in the society, but it is a hard task, even for you;
— Unlike Kalim, he doesn't call you friend, but he really wants too. He is too shy, and fears that he mistook your responsibility as a guardian as kindness.
•
”Please, be careful, my prince,” you mutter, eyes fixated on Malleus's back as he works on making gargoyle, working with a stone and carved knife. “You put too much strength, and it can hurt you.”
Malleus sighs, but slows down as you asked him to. Your shoulders relax, and contained with his pace, you return to reading a book you brought with you.
”I am fae, lady Y/n,” he says. ”Just as you, I am quite immortal and very hard to hurt. You shouldn't be worried about little scratches.”
You are aware that Malleus will not die from a single cut. Yet, you are genuinely concerned about his state in every possible way, starting with physical well-being, and finishing with mental one.
”Perhaps,” you agree reluctantly. ”But, my prince, I care about you deeply. Not just as your sworn protector, but as a... Ah, how Lilia says that? A part of the family, right. You are a part of my family, my prince. It is only natural for me to— Oh! My prince!”
You can't even finish your sentence as the stone cracks in two pieces from careless, too nervous, hit from Malleus. You run to him, so worried, instantly taking his bleeding hand in your own, that can't notice the redness of his cheeks.
”Family...” He whispers.
”I told you to be careful!” You hiss, completely forgetting about subordination. “Ugh...”
Yet, he manages to give you a little smile.
Now, he knows more.
Leona Kingscholar. 🧡
— As a second to the throne, Leona might or might not be in danger all the time, and, of course, Farena found him a sworn protector eventually. In fact, he found a kid, to grow up around Leona as his guard;
— In the childhood, he always fought between an urge to send you away and humiliate, and to talk with you about his interests, because no one cared about him;
— But the fact that it is your job to be around him, made him to stop most of the time. He couldn't consider your interest in him as a sincere one;
— It didn't get better later. Quite opposite. When both of you became a part of NRC, he dismissed you completely, telling you that from now, his only servant is Ruggie;
— You felt betrayed. Not just because you was replaced, and it was your only job, but because you genuinely cared about him all these years, despite everything.
•
”Huh?” Leona glances at a fancy box on his table. ”Ruggie, whose gift is that?”
His birthday was a mess—in a good way—and he spent a lot of time on accepting gifts from his mates and other housewardens. But just as he thought that he finished, he finds another one! Ugh. Just his luck.
”Oh... It is from Y/n.”
Leona frowns.
You hardly speak nowadays, and though he misses you—it is hard not to, when both of you were together for decades—he will never admit that aloud. You stopped trying to contact him too, after he ignored you fully a three times. Which is fair, but, maybe, if you pushed harder, he would gave up...
”Why would she gift me something?” He mutters, hands coming to unwrap it.
It takes from him some time to understand what you got on his birthday.
A self-made chess set from the wood, where every single figure means something to him. But most importantly... The King one has his face on it.
His chest tightens instantly.
He misses you. He really does.
When the postcard falls out of the box, he loses it completely.
It is an old photo of both of you, still as a kids. It has you, smiling softly as you do Leona's little braids, who is settled between your legs, looking drowsy.
It makes him smile instinctively.
«To my king, and to my prince. But most importantly, to my first friend, and to the kid, who loved taking care of his mother's garden. Happy birthday, Leona Kingscholar. May you will be always happy.»
He presses a postcard to his chest.
Your birthday is in three weeks. And Leona knows what he is going to gift you this year. He only hopes you will accept him back.
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spoilers for ep7 !
things about N and Uzi i wanted to point out 2/?
I like that he smiled at Nori's words, as if he himself met his old friend. but in reality it's not that cool. he seemed familiar to her, so did she see him before? again thoughts that it was he who killed her body huh (while her heart remained alive)
Nori turned out to be not as silly and playful as we all thought (which is sad a lil bit), but on the other hand she is quite a badass and confident woman. and it makes me wonder more about what she saw in Khan... but hey, despite some time apart she calls him hunk! i hope that if she is reunited with him, she will find a new body for herself, since it will be awkward to meet only the heart of your wife-
hearing N say Khan's name, Nori becomes tense. what kind of friends does my daughter have huh
after Nori tells a little story, N acts sweet and friendly as always, clapping for her, and Nori throws a rock at him, telling him to stop. i love how much she looks like her daughter, she does things to make N stop doing stupid things
btw it’s funny that she, being a small body, chained him, such a big one, to the wall with a pickaxe for safety
when she asks who is the host of the solver at the moment, N smiles slightly, saying "Uzi", despite the fact that the situation is tense
ok, I didn’t understand this moment right away, but now I understand. "which one (Doll or Uzi) tried to eat us right now?" he realizes that it is none of them
he says in such a joyful tone “she will fall when she finds out that I met her mother” :з
but then Nori pinned him to the wall again, forcing him to remain silent about it. it's funny how she openly admits that she is the cause of all the nightmares in Uzi's life, so she thinks that if Uzi finds out she is alive, it will cause problems.
N says in a decisive tone that he doesn't want to keep secrets from Uzi anymore, since he has already seen what this can lead to - a loss of trust. the moment from ep2 when he wanted to touch her shoulder, but she backed away, and when just recently he went to her, but she stepped back. seeing your loved one afraid of you and losing trust in you is a very painful thing
she presses the cross on him so hard that cracks appear on the ground, she is really serious
N promises, after which she looks a little surprised and as if grateful, but then she realizes that there will be some kind of catch
and she's not wrong. he got out of this situation so that he didn’t have to lie to Uzi and keep everything secret. Nori rolls her eye, realizing that it couldn’t have been otherwise and this guy wouldn’t be convinced
and yeah she said THE LIINEEE
wild N oh........that's something
I think Nori told N that there is a way to weaken the solver so that it does not cause problems. and since he guessed that Tessa knew about this, now her pressure for N to choose the universe and not the little drone sounds strange. if it is possible to weaken/ get rid of/ heal of the solver, then why kill Uzi? and Tessa had a clear desire to get rid of the Uzi. in essence, she gave him free rein, saying that he will make the choice, but at the same time she said that he would have to choose the universe
after which he cuts off her head, with an X on his visor. it was intense. the robot disobeyed his boss and a good friend. not fully understanding who the person you knew for a long time was. did you make the right choice
he immediately woke up from shock when he saw Uzi's hand on the cross and started helping her get up. his voice sounds pitiful, worried, but at the same time joyful, since he saw her again after what happened. N's voice trembles a little, but he still sounds sincere. he doesn't want to scare her off again
oh yeah and now that line is heartbreaking-
he extends his hand to her, he needs her and emphasizes the word "you"
when watching the teaser his "together?..." at the end of the phrase sounded uncertain, pleading, as if he wasn’t sure that she would agree to solve everything together.
but now, watching it, I hear in his “together?” hope and joy, as if he understands that it is with her that he can overcome everything and figure things out, and he is glad that he was able to find her and she did not reject him.
at the words "to figure things out.." he sounds uncertain, lost and a little sad, but then he sees her placing her hand in his. his cross disappears and at the same time he blushes. she was able to calm him down from shock simply by touching his hand.
i know that before this I made a post “if a character blushes it doesn’t mean they're in love” and I’m a little embarrassed, but damn.. it really looks like that in here, right? we know that Uzi was the first one who started to fall in love with him and after some time he started to develop feelings for her. and at this point he may have accepted it
and should I mention that they immediately lace their fingers together, whereas the last time they held hands it was very awkward for them?
and then he smiles
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if you’re open to it, could you complete the trio and write smth abt james seeing reader’s scars for the first time, too? ty x
ty for requesting ♡ fem
cw past self-harm [no graphic imagery]
It should surprise James as someone who's never thought about hurting himself, but he has two very important best friends, of which he'd do anything for, who aren't of the same disposition. So when he notices the pale skin of your scars where they criss-cross your chest, your stomach, your thighs, he's almost ready for it.
You attract sad souls, Sirius had said once, mostly joking.
But James doesn't think that's true. He just thinks there are more people who needed love and didn't get it than first appears.
You sit up in your sun lounger. James pretends not to notice when you see him, smiling to himself as you grab your cover up.
"The sun doesn't feel real, right?" you ask, sitting next to him on the picnic bench. "Late September heatwave. What will global warming think of next?"
"It's miserable," he says agreeably, though he loves the heat. "That's nice."
"This?" you ask, waving at your cover up. It's ruched fabric made to drape at your hips, almost like a skirt.
"Yeah, that. You look really pretty."
"Thanks, James." Your smile is all kinds of dazzling. "Nice of Sirius to host a party, huh? Now we can make the most of the sunshine. Did he put you in charge of food again?"
He nods to the spread in clingfilm behind you both. It's safe in the shade, the sun kissing to your knees and not much further. "Doesn't he always?"
"It's good for me. I like your samosas."
"Which ones? The kheema ones?" He nudges you amicably. "You have good taste. I made a bunch of sliders too, cucumber sandwiches. Don't limit yourself."
You stay by his side and eventually peel back the clingfilm on one of the plates, stealing quarter sandwiches with one of your legs pulled up on the bench. Your bikini is little and your coverup slips to one side down your leg, scars plainly on show. He has no intention of bringing it up, until you notice what's happened and flinch. He can't hide that he's seen fast enough, horrified when you fluster, you waver, your eyes pinched with humiliation. "Sorry," you say, laughing awkwardly. "I'm flashing you. Sorry."
He casts a glance around the back garden. Most of your friends squeeze into the lazy spa sweating themselves to death in the sun, and the remainder drink cold drinks by the stereo. No one's watching you but him.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," he says.
"I just didn't want you to see."
"Me?" he asks, startled.
"I mean. Not like that. Not not like that." You tear the crusts off of your sandwich and put them on the plate like you're looking for something to do. "Not like anything." You smile at him a raw shade off of happy.
"Shortcake, it doesn't bother me one bit. You think I care about that?" He ducks his head. "You're you. All of this," —he makes a small gesture at your front— "is you. I want to see all of it. You don't have anything you need to hide."
"All of it?" you ask strangely.
He doesn't get what you're saying but then he does, suddenly, blood rushing to his face and his ears hot as a flame. What a weird thing to say, he stresses to himself. You stupid man. "I'm not a pervert," he says.
You gawp. He gets hotter, if possible, scratching his hair back from his eyes.
"I mean, you're beautiful," he says, "anyone would be lucky to see it all. Oh my god."
You put your ruined sandwich on the edge of the plate and fix the clingfilm as he dies of shame. He's thinking well, courting you was fun while it lasted, all those bad jokes and better hugs, he loved every minute of your attention.
You laugh. "Most of the time I don't care about them," you confess, and he's so happy to hear your voice rolling over his embarrassment he could run a lap, "they're old. Can't do anything about them. But I didn't want you to think I was some sort of freak."
"Is that what you think you are?"
"No, of course not… Silly for doing something like that."
"I don't think it was silly. We do what we can, right?" He eases his arm around your shoulders in a hug, his hand eager to rub at the top of your arm. "I don't think you're some sort of freak, you're my type of freak."
"You really don't care?"
"I care," he says gently, touching the tip of his nose to your cheek before giving you a more friendly amount of space. "A lot. Especially about you, okay? But I don't care about them unless you do. I like you, yeah?"
"I like you too," you say.
"Wanna prove it?"
James asks you to make him a plate of things to graze on while he finds you both a drink. It's not his most romantic of lines, but it means you end up at his side for a dedicated while, flicking condensation at his chest. You don't worry about the coverup again.
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i only bake when im happy. my grandmother taught me this. she says she has "a stigma" about it. (i say "isn't that the holes in the hands like jesus?" and get, from my father, a not-altogether unexpected back-of-the-head whack). she says that cooking you can kind-of fake. but you can taste if someone put their heart into baking.
i haven't made anything in an oven for over a year.
at first it was just plain grief. i couldn't even eat, much less mealplan. i have a weird thing about food; and can eat the same thing, every day, and be extremely happy about it. then i moved; and the oven here is weird, and i figured - ah, i'll figure it out eventually.
being sad silences such odd parts of your life. it's not like i meant to give up baking. i like baking. i list it in my hinge bio. people who have been friends with me for a while know she bakes. i like to make complicated, artistic things - things that take days to plan and a week to execute properly. my favorite does remain chocolate chip cookies - something about them being so simple and so immediately satisfying.
there are people i met in the last year who don't believe me. you don't cook, they laugh. which, i mean, i guess is true. as we speak, i'm eating something out of the microwave for dinner again. but still. i call one of my new friends and i tell her i saw a recipe for snail pretzels. she laughs and says why would you need that?
it's weird, i guess. i have so many very-very-very good memories, barefoot and dancing in yellow kitchens, humming to old music, my hands around a bowl. why, out of everything, is that what the grief stole? just this sudden, strange ... missing piece. and to be honest; it kind of scares me. because it happened so quietly is the thing. i never meant to stop baking. it just ... kind of happened to me.
i'm in the hard part of therapy - where you have to start feeling things. the whole world opens up and suddenly, everything hurts like you're 19. exciting! i am also, at the same time, and for the first time in my whole life - only beholden to me. any longterm choice i make only impacts my life. my first and only priority is just... me. for a while, the only way i experienced this sensation was to think how blisteringly lonely.
but i cleaned my kitchen today. later i will call nick and we will talk about stupid shit. tomorrow alex and i are binge watching tv. i have finished rearranging my plants today; they span my ceiling in a river of green.
and i think. i think. tonight i'll make cookies. i don't know if i'm happy. but it's just. you know. in the spirit of trying.
#spilled ink#literally missed the call to nick while i was writing this oops!#>sorry nick i was writing a poem ur in
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The art director & the Good Omens book cover tier list of doom, part 1
part 1 l part 2
This is going to have to be a multi-part series because there are *checks notes* 64 different covers that I've found so far.
I am your resident Art Director/Good Omens enthusiast,
and welcome to my completely meta-free book cover tier list.
Listen, making a book cover is HARD. I should know. But while we salute these artists for their hard work and time, I think we can all admit that once in a while, the vision is just not on. And on very rare occasions, publishers seemed to have managed to commission the cover art directly from hell...
1. The original UK cover
Ahh, the standard by which all shall be judged. We're starting off with a nice & easy cover, with adorable woodcuts of Aziraphale and Crowley flanking a custom Good Omens font! While I have to take a few points off for the terrible kerning of the word "GoOD", the blockprint vibes and general bitchiness of Aziraphale's teeny weeny wittle face, along with the sick colour palette puts the orignial in my good graces.
Tier: Great
2. The duelling US covers
Progress! Hail to the designer who figured out trying to make "GoOD" and "OMeNs" fit the same width was a fool's errand, and even managed to IMPROVE on the original handmade title by adding a little halo and devil's tale to the design. Aziraphale and Crowley are facing each other, while also managing to serve absolute cunt. Aziraphale is wearing EIGHTIES SNEAKERS. Crowley's little snake boots have HEELS. They've managed to keep the woodcut vibes and colour simplicity, while balancing out the full title of the book. Both authors get to trade off on who's name comes first! Dare I say, this is a work of genius. I could dock some points for Crowley's sad bat wings growing out of his right clavicle, but who am I to question greatness.
Tier: Blessed by God Herself
3. The Halo Master Chief(?) cover
How the mighty have fallen... As a Canadian child, I was subjected to maybe the most horrifying ad in existence by the War Amps warning children about machine safety. This cover is the paper embodiment of that ad. I am confused by the purple haze. I am frightened by the seeming ethereal flatness of Adam and Dog. I am strangely aroused by Aziraphale's eyebrows, and intensely saddened by the terrible outline/drop shadow they had to inflict on the type to fit "Pratchett" in that god awful space.
Tier: WTF
4. Germany, Ein Gutes Omen covers
This cover inexplicably exists in two colour ways: red and teal. I put the audiobook cover here so you could experience the full illustration, and also how fucked up it is that they cropped the book version to include three horse-people of the apocalypse, but cut off DEATH on the regular cover. Points must be given for drawing a pretty slick Bentley, but I think we have to take even more points away for turning Crowley into a Ray Charles/Mike Wazowski hybrid. The ducks are nice.
Tier: Not so Good (Omens)
5. Germany, Ein Gutes Omen covers continued
I don't know if the German designer of this cover *knew* that they were using western yeehaw cowboy woodblock letters when they made this cover, but judging by how they spaced the rest of the text at the bottom, THEY DID NOT CARE. And that seems to be a running theme for this one. We get kind of a duality thing going on with the black and pink background, but it just seems like somebody whispered the general themes of Good Omens into a jar, and threw it down a well, and this poor chap came along and picked it up. The baffling choice to align every piece of text on the cover *except* Neil Gaiman's name which is right aligned and rotated 90 degrees (not even real vertical type) will haunt my dreams, I think.
Tier: Bad
6. US, UK The Traffic Jam cover
For the love of Good Omens, WHY. I can think of so many more interesting symbols to put on the cover of this book than the ODEGRA SIGIL TRAFFIC JAM. Props for keeping the good colours and type, but like, I think this cover was secretly designed by @amtrak-official, or someone who just really, really likes public works.
Tier: Does the Job
7. France, De bons présages cover
Leave it to France to make sure people know that Aziraphale and Crowley fuck severely. While I can't condone leaving out half the title of the book (and thinking a red carpenter's square counts as decoration), I can begrudgingly acknowledge that Ron Pearlman and Benedict Cumberbatch's love child is excellent Crowley casting. I think I give this a solid dark academia/10.
Tier: Good (Omens)
8. France, De bons présages covers continued
Just imagine with me, if you will, the absolutely hilarious reality that this cover posits: Good Omens is exactly the same in every respect, but Crowley drives a pink 1950s convertible. Why do all of the colours on this cover look like they've been pre-digested? Why are the font choices and placement so bafflingly bad. My face is the demon's face holding that car. I feel his pain.
Tier: WTF
9. France, De bons présages covers continued
Minus points for not managing to write the full title of the book once again. I don't know what it is with the French. They seem pretty set on Good Omens being demonic. While I do appreciate a good Bosch-style demon party, the dude in the middle confounds me. All-caps Museo Sans that isn't even *centred* in the frame is just so lazy. I am le tired.
Tier: Bad
10. France, De bons présages covers continued
Uhh. The font. The font is okay.... I think? Yeah. The font and kerning are. Okay. OHHH GOD I LOOKED DOWN BELOW THE TEXT WHYYYY.
Tier: WTF
END of round one. I need a nap.
#good omens 2#good omens fandom#good omens#art director talks good omens#tier list#cover art#aziraphale and crowley#aziraphale x crowley#book cover#go s2#gomens#good omens analysis
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So with Fae!Dick, we all know that Bruce is just… not gonna say anything bc of his own mental health, but do you think the other batkids notice anything once they come along?
On one hand, I think someone would have to notice. If not Jason, then Tim, Steph, Barbara, or Damian bc, well, they’re BATS. They literally have been trained to notice things.
On the other hand, though, I think it would be HILARIOUS if they just attributed Dick’s Fae nature to him just being weird. Like, completely unaware he isn’t human. Maybe not entirely realistic but I think it leaves for some interesting comedic moments 😅
Honestly at one point I think it all devolves into plausible deniability. 😭😂
Jason is the first to notice something amiss, obviously. But he joins Bruce in pretending it‘s just Dick‘s general weirdness. After all, as long as the dog just howls once in a while it’s not necessarily a wolf, right? And Dick, after the initial hang up and trying to kill him a little, is sweet as a summer‘s day to him and viciously protective to boot. Galas and all the rich people there that used to treat Jason like a circus animal aren’t a problem anymore because Dick always swoops in like a bat out of hell and distracts the creepy old ladies with a charming smile until they walk away with vacant eyes. It‘s all pretty funny. And very weird. But hey, Jason gets a laugh out of it and that secretive little grin from Dick so whatever.
Tim I headcanon has Dick all figured out within a month of officially meeting him (the opposite of this would be Tim never figuring it out which is also kinda funny and just attributing it to his circus past or something) and is veeery cautious about interacting with Dick for a time. It makes Dick kind of sad and Tim can only withstand the puppy eyes so long until he caves.
Steph just kinda shrugs and accepts Dick‘s strangeness at face value. It ain’t hurting her so why should she bother? Dick is cool. She likes Dick. End of story, thank you and good day. And yeah, fine, some of his habits are downright weird and everything but who is she to judge? And he‘s always down to cause mischief with her which is?? Super cool???? Even the more devious pranks she can bribe him into joining by handing him a jar of fresh honey or hand picked fruit!! Anybody trying to say shit about Dick lands them on her hit list, period.
Cass is Cass. Nobody can fool her. She may not know what Dick is, but she‘s painfully aware he‘s other. Most wildlife treats him like bees would their queen, there‘s always the scent of pines and rain following him. Dick‘s body language says ‘playful-content-happy’ but his eyes say ‘dark-dangerous-predator’. It’s all very conflicting; a study of contradictions. Cass learns to go by what his body language says and quickly finds a kindred spirit in Dick, who somehow always seems to know exactly what she tries to express but has trouble translating into words.
I headcanon Damian grew up with folklore so while his first theory may not be “fae” he definitely has Dick down as something other than human. Which means he must be powerful. Which means Damian must keep himself in Dick’s good graces in the hopes of making the creature teach him how to be powerful in turn. And, well, the kid grew up with a grandad that regularly takes dips in a magical swimming pool. I don’t think there’s much that can genuinely shock him lol.
Duke is… well, he’s the sensible one so of course he’s the first one to actually ask questions. And then proceeds to go nearly insane because??? Nobody seems to?? Care???? That Dick just rotated his head a full 360°???? Or that the manor sure af isn’t supposed to??? Randomly add hallways???? Or that there’s a whole ass SWAMP that appeared in the basement overnight???? Or a door that leads straight into the forest?????? Duke very nearly nopes the hell out because that’s too much even for him. But finally, finally someone takes pity on him (I headcanon it’s Cass) and she doesn’t explain anything per se, she just kind of… shows Duke. Shows him around the manor, introduces him to twisting halls and strange rooms, takes him to where Dick is lounging with the rest of the family, purring like a content cat. And Duke still doesn’t understand, not completely, but Dick smiles at him with too many, too sharp teeth and tugs him into the huge cuddle pile and?? Are those feathers on his neck?? No, he must have imagined it. Anyway, Duke thinks he can handle this… strangeness, if it scores him a family like this. It’s Gotham, right? Weirder things happen here on the daily.
Omg this turned into a whole ass essay I’m so sorry 😰😅😭✨
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The Things We Do For Love
pairing: Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader
request: hiiii I wanna drop this idea about a secretly in love Aegon Aegon is engaged to Rhaenyra's daughter, she is sweet and has always been in love with him, although Aegon doesn't seem to see her in the same way,he is always considerate of her since they're childrens. Until one day when an old suitor of reader asks to fight for her hand and Aegon doesn't answer anything, he just makes a joke and leaves,reader doesn't show it but she feels sad about it and thinks that Aegon will never be able to love her in the same way and When she is on her way to ask Rhaenyra to dissolve the engagement Alicent stops her and takes her to the secret place where Aegon was training with Aemond, she tells her that Aegon asked her brother to help him train so he can defend her hand since he is in love with her, only he doesn't fight that well and he didn't want to lose the fight because of her hand and she eventually talks to Aegon and he jokes about it and reader tells him that he doesn't need to fight for something he already has, confessing that she's in love with him, even when he's a bad fighter.
note: love this request it felt very soft i love soft Aegon 💚
warnings: language
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You could remember the exact moment you had fallen in love with Aegon Targaryen. Down to the very position of the sun in the sky, the feeling of the summer breeze on your skin.
When you were little, the majority of your childhood was spent in King’s Landing. Eager to ease the tensions between both sides of his family, King Viserys quickly announced your betrothal to Aegon when you were both still babes in the cradle.
It was not an arrangement of love, merely one of duty. Aegon and you grew up beside each other knowing you would be wed someday. It was a fact you felt fairly comfortable with until feelings of love began to blossom.
“She is not frightening, (Y/N), I promise,” Helaena told you, holding a rather large spider from her fingers. It dangled from her delicate fingers, long limbs stretching towards you. You could count every single one of its black beady eyes, looking up at you.
You adored your aunt Helaena, but her strange fascination with long-legged insects was not a passion you shared. Aegon spotted you both from across the garden, noticing your pale face and coming to your aid.
“(Y/N) doesn’t like spiders, Hel,” Aegon said, putting his hands on your shoulder, “she’s just too polite to say so.”
Helaena hummed to herself, smiling softly before turning away from you both. She crept deeper into the garden to release her friend.
“Are you alright?” Aegon asked, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Your cheeks turned pink at his chivalry. Aegon was not often outwardly kind. You forced a nod, which caused him to grin.
“Good,” he said, patting your head, “can’t have you dying on me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him, nearly breathless.
That was the end of it. You were suddenly thrown into adoration for the silver-haired prince.
“Fetch me another cup, Y/N,” Aegon called, at the funeral of Laena Velaryon. You nodded, eager to please your betrothed. Aemond scowled at this, distraught at the way Aegon treated you.
“She is not a servant,” he told his elder, “she is a princess, your future queen.”
“She’s a sweet girl, she does what I ask,” Aegon tells his brother, watching you depart, “and she will not be my queen for many years.”
Aemond rolled his eyes.
“I am sorry for your loss, Lady (Y/N),” Willas Follard said when you returned to the Red Keep following the funeral.
His cheeks turned red whenever he spoke to you. Willas was a kind boy and a ward of the crown.
“Mayhaps someday we shall be wed,” he had told you once as you strolled through the training wed.
You had looked at him with a confused expression on your pretty face, though his eyes were hopeful.
“I am betrothed, my lord,” you told him, causing him to frown.
“We shall see, my lady,” he promised before taking his leave.
Years later you were still eager to please your betrothed, at his beck and call. You had hoped love would grow in his heart as the years passed, but it seemed that Aegon was destined to see you as only a child. Only someone he was pleased with, nothing more.
When he became a man, Lord Willas decided it was time to ask Aegon for your hand. He saw how your uncle was with you, treating you not as a lover nor a wife. He believed Aegon would hear him out.
“Were you dropped on your head as a child?” Aegon questioned, face scrunched up in confusion.
“N-no my prince-”
“(Y/N) is a princess,” Aegon said, enunciating the words, “what on earth would she want with you?”
Your ears perk up at the sound of your name. You had been lounging on the steps leading to the sunken courtyard, nose buried in a book. You hadn’t noticed when Willas had passed you, making a beeline toward Aegon. The two men are lost in their conversation, not paying you any mind.
You close your book and stand as the conversation appears to take a turn for the worst. Lord Willas has turned rather red in the face as Aegon laughs in front of him.
“Then I wish to challenge you!” Lord Willas says, voice shaking.
Your breath catches in your throat. Aegon tilts his head to the side, an incredulous grin breaking out across his face.
“Prepared to meet the Stranger so soon, are you?” Aegon teases, a laugh rolling through him.
Willas’ face flushes a darker shade of red as Aegon tilts his head back, continuing his laughter. Your stomach churns. Surely Aegon cannot be serious. Surely he would not risk losing you?
“I wish to challenge you, to a duel for Lady (Y/N)’s hand,” Willas says, this time with more confidence.
Aegon’s laughter dies down, he suppresses the giggles that still flow.
“I’m shit with a sword,” Aegon confesses, the smile never leaving his lips. He is like a madman in that way, always smiling.
Lord Willas does not answer him, his glare speaks for itself.
“Very well,” Aegon says, opening his arms, “it shall be a quick duel then.”
He turns and continues his leave.
“When, then?” Lord Willas calls.
“Give me a week, lord,” Aegon says with a groan, not turning around.
Your cheeks are flushed, with embarrassment and hurt. The entire thing was a joke to him then. Your worst fears are coming true. Aegon will never love you the way you did him. He was willing to lose you so easily, you could already feel yourself slipping away from him. Tried and hurt, you retreated to your chambers for the rest of the evening.
Your mother Rhaenyra could sense something was wrong when you had your food delivered to your chambers for the second day in a row. She brought it upon herself to visit you when you could not be coaxed from your chambers by any of your brothers, or your stepfather.
Rhaenrya rapped her knuckles against the wood of your door, hearing a soft ‘enter.’
You lay curled up in your feather bed, where you had remained the past couple of days.
“Daughter,” Rhaenyra called, “my sweet love, let us fetch you a bath and get you dressed.”
You cried the entire time your mother helped bathe you. It was as though you were a small child again, as she poured the warm water on you, and stroked your smooth hair with sweet-smelling oils. Your mother’s comfort released all the emotions you had desperately tried to hide.
“He does not want me,” you sobbed, “he has never wanted me and I have been so blind, so naive all these years not to see it.”
“Shh, my sweet girl,” Rhaenyra said, helping dry your hair, “come, let us get you dressed.”
As your mother helps you dress, another knock comes on the door and Queen Alicent makes an appearance.
“Princess Rhaenrya,” she says, nodding to your mother, “Princess (Y/N).”
You only hope Queen Alicent does not notice the red that rims your eyes.
“I wondered if you might accompany me on a walk, the gardens are quite lovely this time of day,” Queen Alicent asks, much to your surprise.
You had hoped to continue the conversation of dissolving your engagement with your mother. Lips trembling, you nod. You need some fresh air, being cooped up inside for days is not good for your head, no matter how sad you are.
As you walk through the halls of the Red Keep you make up your mind.
“I wish to dissolve the engagement,” you tell Queen Alicent. She squeezes your arm, a concerned look on her face.
“Do not be rash with this decision, my love,” she tells you, smoothing some hair from your face.
“I have thought long and hard about it,” you insist, “Aegon shall never love me the way I love him. It would not be fair to either of us.”
Alicent purses her lips, leading you further towards the gardens, down a narrow path. The hedges were tall around you, roses sprouting from them hiding you from the rest of the palace.
“OW!” you heard Aegon’s voice from over the hedges. You frown, looking towards Alicent who has a small smile on her lips.
“Did you hear that?” you ask, with a confused expression on your face.
“I told you to keep your guard up,” Aemond’s voice called from the same direction Aegon’s was heard.
You peered around the corner watching what was going on. Aegon was shaking his wrist, his sword on the ground, and a pained expression on his face. Aemond was shaking his head, adjusting the grip on his sword.
“This is barbaric,” Aegon said, grabbing his sword.
“This would be quite easier if you paid any mind to our lessons as children,” Aemond scolded, motioning for Aegon to hold up his sword.
“I did not imagine finding myself in this situation,” Aegon grumbled, as Aemond launched towards him.
“Your right side Aegon,” Aemond said roughly, before slapping his sword over Aegon’s rib, knocking the wind from him. The sword clanged to the stones once more.
“The Mother, have mercy,” Aegon gasped, doubling over. Aemond smirked, clearly enjoying this, wiping some sweat from his brow.
“What are they doing?” you whisper to Alicent as the brothers continue to fight. Alicent smiles softly, bringing a hand to stroke your hair.
“Aegon has been training for the duel that Lord Willas demanded,” she tells you, causing your heart to swell.
“What?” you whisper.
“He has been practicing all week,” Alicent tells you, gazing fondly at her son. You give her a confused look.
“Why?” you ask.
“Men do strange things for the women they love,” she tells you, causing you to scoff.
“Aegon does not love me,” you assure her, eyes flickering back toward him. Alicent smiles and follows your gaze.
“Oh?” she questions and you give her a quick nod.
“Come on, quickly now!” Aemond says as Aegon rushes to pick up his fallen sword once more, “do you believe your opponent shall wait for you to pick up your sword?”
“I expect him to be less of a twat than you-OW!”
You stifle a giggle, and Alicent grabs your arm.
“Quickly, lest we be found,” she says, urging you towards the castle.
You wait for Aegon in the training yard, hoping to spot him when he goes to return his sword. He is bruised and bloody when he finally appears, silver hair wet with perspiration. Though you hate to see him groaning with pain, it sends a thrill through you to see him so roughed up.
“Aegon,” you softly call and he drops his sword once more. He truly is careless with the blade.
“Princess,” he says, scrambling to grab his sword.
“Whatever has happened to you, my prince?” you ask, feigning confusion.
Aegon smiles, then winces as it tugs on his split lip. He has a nasty bruise appearing on the top of his cheekbone as well.
“I fell,” he tells you, releasing a breathy laugh. Your eyes fall to the sword in his hands, and he follows your gaze.
“With my sword,” he continues, “I fell with my sword.”
“You fell with your sword,” you repeat as he returns the blade to its place with the other training swords.
“Mhmm,” he says facing you once more, lips tightly pursed together.
You nod, slowly walking closer to Aegon. He sticks his tongue against his cheek as you approach, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“I saw you,” you tell him, causing his violet eyes to widen. You smile at his surprise.
“Why do you train with Aemond?” you ask, “why the sudden interest in the sword?”
Aegon opens his mouth, then closes it again. He brings a hand up to his chin, as though trying to think of a witty response.
“Aegon,” you say before he can think of something clever.
He sighs.
“Lord Willas was serious about your hand,” he tells you, a blush beginning to form on his cheeks.
Your face softens as he continues.
“I am no knight, but,” he bites his lip, trying to find the right words, “I do not wish to lose you, (Y/N).”
You step closer, placing a hand on his chest. Aegon meets your eyes.
“You cannot lose what you have always had,” you tell him, heart beating erratically. You laugh softly, shaking your head.
“Aegon, I have always been yours.”
Aegon brings a hand to your cheek, caressing the smooth skin, before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, sending butterflies from your stomach all the way down to your toes. You sigh as he pulls away.
“I am pleased to hear that,” Aegon murmurs, mouth so close the words brush against your lips, “for I have loved you far longer than I care to admit.”
You giggle against his mouth, the sound swallowed by another kiss, his free hand snaking around your waist.
“And I you,” you tell him, breaking away for a breath. His lips move to your neck, as he chuckles.
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hey i know your post about your mom was mostly just a personal vent, but i have to say, do you realize that also happens with trans girls and their fathers? literally happened to one of my friends. i’m not trying to downplay your experience or something but i found it strange that you seem to think this is something that only affects transmascs
i have one question for you: so fucking what?
i don’t doubt that trans girls have experienced similar things and yeah, that’s bad too, but what the fuck does that have to do with me and the specific things i’m facing as a result of being a trans man? i never said “look at this thing that happens to ONLY trans men and NO ONE ELSE,” i just said “hey, isn’t this thing that happens to a lot of trans men, including myself, fucked up?”
i would also like to point out that what you’re talking about is in fact a different (albeit similar) thing. the way cis people treat trans people can differ dramatically based on the cis person’s gender because their commitment to gender roles is, like, a major part of problem. the specific way a cis mother reacts to her trans son’s transition is often going to be very distinct, while a cis father will likely respond to his trans daughter in a different but equally distinct way.
what i’m talking about is a very specific kind of ownership and control and self-victimization and total lack of boundaries masquerading as love and care and maternal concern that cis women (i would argue white cis women in particular) project onto their transmasc kids when we do literally anything to our bodies. i’m talking about a phenomenon which is closely related to the way moms often pass eating disorders onto their daughters (or children they view as daughters) because they see a body that looks something like theirs and project all of their insecurities and ideals onto it. i’m talking about a form of parental transphobia and projection that’s specific to the dynamic of a cis mother and her child who was “supposed to” be her daughter.
if you’ve never felt that, you’re not even remotely qualified to tell me shit about how i should be talking about that experience, and if you couldn’t recognize that experience when you read my post, i’m guessing you probably haven’t experienced it because the replies to that post made it very clear to me that anyone who has experienced it firsthand immediately knew exactly what i meant.
like, yeah, cis dads also project onto their trans daughters, but are they likely to have a reaction like running away with actual tears streaming down their face? do you expect them to passive aggressively make comments about how sad their kid’s transition makes them, how it’s such a difficult emotional time, how it’s so tragic because their kid’s body was so beautiful before? do you think their go-to transphobic reaction will be weaponizing their emotions? i’m sure there are some dads out there who are like that, but i think we can agree they’re in the minority because that’s not how cis men are taught to react and parents like this tend to be pretty damn committed to following the gender roles they were taught.
and even if i’m wrong and our experiences are exactly the same, let me reiterate that i never said this was an experience exclusive to trans men. all i said is that it happens to us. that’s just a statement of objective fact.
this started in my life when i got my hair cut short for the first time almost a decade ago and it has not stopped since. i’ve watched my mom cry over me changing my name and respond to being asked if my happiness matters more to her than my name by saying “i care about both”, i’ve watched her melt down in a mall over me getting a suit for prom and give me the silent treatment for days after, i’ve heard her plead with me to stop t because it “looks unnatural” and she’s just so “concerned for my health”, i’ve watched her stare at me post-op and say “my poor baby” over and over like she’s looking at my corpse in a casket. i’ve watched her turn herself into the victim of every single aspect of my transition. i’ve had to live with this for 9 years and spent the early years of the pandemic literally locked in a house with it. this has been my entire adolescent and adult life, and the question of if i’ll have to cut her off someday (and maybe never see my cat or my little cousins who i love more than anything in the world ever again as a result) haunts me every single day.
who the fuck are you to tell me how to talk about that?
#i hope you weren’t expecting me to take this in good faith and give a nice measured response#because just so we’re clear you didn’t have a chance in hell of doing anything other than pissing me off#like in case you forgot i am a real person who this is happening to#in what world did you think i’d care about how an anonymous stranger feels about how i describe it when im the one who has to live it#idk man. some of y’all clearly do not see me as an actual person capable of emotion and it shows#also like. using a friend’s experience is wild bc 1) how do you know it was the same if it didn’t happen to you#and 2) would that friend really want you using their experience against another trans person experiencing something similar?#anon hate#ask answered#examples of transandrophobia#transandrophobia#transandromisia#transmisandry#virilmisia#virilphobia#anti transmasculinity#transmascphobia#trans men
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