and he couldn't even try to be the man he wanted to be for his son

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a post about the parallels between the fire nation royal family and the SWT chief's family. Obviously I have some thoughts but I couldn't really formulate them well. I think it would be interesting to consider the similarities between the two families but also the contrasts

I understand completely why it’s difficult to articulate, because while all four family members have counterparts in the opposite nation, there are as many contrasts as there are comparisons, and subversions of what we might think is a parallel, but isn’t.

Ozai and Hakoda. Ozai rules over his family with an iron fist. He demands respect and longs for total control over everything and everyone in sight. His lust for power consumes him and leaves his family twisted and shattered.

Hakoda is the diametric opposite. Although Water Tribe culture could have led Hakoda to assert authority over his family as the head of his house, he didn’t; instead, he listens to and is proud of Sokka’s ideas, and lets Katara yell at him (quite disrespectfully, I might add) in order to release her pent-up emotions. While Ozai rules through fear, Hakoda commands his warriors through respect. Where Ozai is manipulative, Hakoda is cunning with inventions. And while his family quite easily could have been shattered by Kya’s death, Hakoda’s love for his children and their love for each other kept them united.

Ursa and Kya. These two are the most similar, and occupy virtually the same place in the story and their respective families. They are strong and determined mothers who sacrifice themselves to save their children from harm. After they’re gone, the children who look up to them the most have a difficult time dealing with their loss, and their families suffer greatly. It is important to note that this applies to the A:TLA TV show only, and not the comics. You can’t make the claim that Ursa “sacrificed” for Zuko if she spent all the intervening years in deliberate obliviousness to the suffering around her, living the life she’s always wanted to with the man of her dreams!

 Pardon me while I take a moment to let off some steam.


Azula and Sokka.

“But wait a minute, Araeph! Zuko is the older brother, so shouldn’t Zuko and Sokka be paralleled?”

Zuko and Sokka do have similar experiences throughout the show; however, they are not true parallels. Azula is the coldly logical (and yet creatively crafty) one of her family. Sokka is the strategist of the GAang, and the one who can see clearly past Azula’s strategic manipulation (if not her emotional one).  Sokka and Azula are also the ones with the most responsibility thrust on their shoulders, as Sokka feels pressure to be the “man of the house”, especially with his father away at war. Meanwhile, Azula faces so much stress for being the only child Ozai considers competent and the heir apparent to the Fire Nation that she develops an insidious strain of perfectionism that eventually tilts her world upside down. However, while Azula’s response to her father’s abuse is to regiment her firebending so that not even a hair gets out of place, Sokka absorbs his father’s ideas and praise like a sponge and gets the chance to stretch his creativity on pursuits other than warfare. As the privileged firstborn son, Sokka could have refused to listen to Katara and Suki or used his position in the tribe to try to gain more power, but he didn’t. He made a conscious choice to become a better person throughout the series, while Azula, despite her exceptional skills, never grew in such a way.

Zuko and Katara. Katara is the person who wields her emotions like a weapon, determined not to let anything stand in her way. Zuko is the same: he goes where his emotions tell him to, regardless of whether it’s the wisest course or whether it affects his personal safety. Both of them are very practical when the need arises but can be blown off course by an event that evokes their childhood trauma or their current state of cultural oppression (Katara) or abuse (Zuko). They are capable of enormous acts of kindness, but they also take their anger out on safe targets—not people with less power, but people who will see them at their worst and accept it (Sokka, Hakoda, Iroh, each other). Katara is the mighty bender of the SWT family, but her fighting style mirrors Zuko’s much more than it does Azula’s. Zuko’s bending is characterized by drive and determination, and one look at Katara trying to freeze the firebenders in Episode 2 alongside Zuko’s duel with Zhao in Episode 3 shows just how similar these two are. But since both of them began their journeys on opposite sides of the war, their challenges are different: Katara has to fight for the rights that she deserves, while Zuko needs to learn that he doesn’t have the right to be spoiled and have everyone bow to him just because of his lineage. Still, they’re alike in one more important way: they successfully learn to see the “enemy” as an ally, even a friend, and despite their childhood experiences or conditioning, they are both willing to embrace an element of change.

anonymous asked:

Princess Au where a dragon named Emil try's to steal princess Sara but takes her brother instead. But the reason why Emil is taking people is because he is lonely and trying to break a curse.

oh my gOD OK LISTEN (and listen carefully because this will be L O N G)

  • Emil is no cute dragon, he’s frickin’ HUGE AND SCARY, but there are so many false legends and stories about him, like he can breathe fire and he once destroyed the whole kingdom with just one foot and the huge storm that caused so much damage last summer was because Emil just flew by and his wings are so strong… Basically the kingdom thinks all the bad stuff that happens there is Emil’s fault
  • Emil is a dragon from the Czech lands
  • He used to be the only son of King Nekola II
  • Prince Emil was the sun of the kingdom, even when things weren’t looking the best, everyone knew prince Emil would lead them out of the darkness one day
  • A terrible war broke out in the central Europe, though, and it wasn’t a good time for the Czech lands. They kept losing, people were starving and at the time the neighbour Slovak kingdom asked for help. King Nekola was really sad and tried to consider every option, but, in the end, he had to decline the help. There was no way to do it. And so the Slovak godesses cursed Emil.
  • At the day of his 18th birthday he changed into a dragon
  • The people only knew that the prince disappeared and all the hope for the kingdom was lost
  • Emil fled the Czech lands and flew for as long as he could until he landed in the King Crispino’s kingdom

  • Emil lives in isolation in the forest for months. He’s a sad, big dragon that can’t deal with loneliness, he needs people around him, he misses that he can’t sing or dance, he misses his family…
  • Eventually he gets spotted by the villagers and causes a bit of a panic, but no one really does anything since Emil doesn’t go near the town.
  • One day prince Michele is on a hunt in the forest, but his dog gets lost. Michele is desperate, he’s had the doggo since he was a puppy and he’s been his best friend since he was a child
  • Emil spots the prince and falls in love with him. Prince Mickey is so beautiful and charming and, though he can’t understand a word he says, Emil finds his voice soothing and kind
  • Emil finds the dog two days later, scared and starving. He feels so bad that he can’t just cuddle that little fluffball. But he decides he HAS TO take the dog to the concerned charming man that was looking for him. So he takes the doggo in his hands and flies out of the forest to find the nearest town.
  • Once he appears above the town, though, everyone starts panicking and screaming and they start attacking Emil.
  • Emil does all he can to protect the doggo because the doggo doesn’t deserve all the stress you stupid people! Leave the doggo alone!
  • The castle launches a big attack on Emil and, since Emil is not that good at flying, he gets hit pretty bad. He finally spots the beautiful man at the castle wall, though
  • He lands very clumsily right in front of Emil and everyone starts panicking because holy SHIT he’s gonna fry our prince alive!
  • Emil just leans down, gently places the doggo to Michele’s feet and flies away

  • Emil lands back at his usual spot deep in the forest and legit thinks he’s not gonna live through the night
  • He’s badly wounded and cries quietly all night because everyone is scared of him and he just tried to help, even the man he helped looked just terrified
  • Michele knows he should stay at home and try to get the kingdom back to normal, but he keeps thinking about the dragon everytime he snuggles his dog, he feels bad for what the people did to him
  • He ends up running around the woods all night with his doggo trying to find the dragon, he wants to thank him
  • Btw the dog’s name is Alfredo, just for the record
  • They finally find the giant dragon near the lake at the sunrise
  • Michele is really scared to get near, he knows injured animals can be quite agressive. And he’s also really scared that they might have killed the dragon, looking at the giant pile of flesh and skales, not moving. He really hopes the dragon just fell asleep
  • Before he can do anything, Alfredo the doggo runs towards Emil and starts nudging him with his snout. Alfredo can sense the dragon is just a giant dog lover inside
  • Michele decides to go near, too, because he trusts his dog
  • Emil finally opens his eyes, he looks tired and miserable, but visibly happy that his new doggo friend (and his owner) is there to keep him company
  • Michele almost starts crying, seeing how badly the people hurt Emil. He starts thanking him all over again and apologizes for what happened, he keeps repeating how grateful he is for getting Alfredo back because he’s his only friend and he wouldn’t be able to live without him (believe it or not, prince Michele is a very lonely prince)
  • Michele ends up placing a thankful kiss on top of Emil’s snout because he can’t think of any other way to show him how much grateful he is for his help
  • At that moment Emil feels a weird sensation in his body and in a few seconds a beautiful Czech princ lays in front of Mickey in the grass
  • Beautiful and badly injured

  • Michele takes Emil back to the castle (while Alfred keeps whining all the way home because his friend is hurt)
  • King Crispino immediately realizes who the young lad brought in is
  • Everything ends up well, Emil is treated and healed and brings the sunshine back to his kingdom along with a beautiful and charming new prince and his doggo baby Alfred because they both absolutely fall in love with Emil and will never let anyone hurt him again

Anonymous requested: “Tony being a trans guy has been my headcanon for a long time and I would absolutely die if you would write about him supporting Peter…”

Anyway I’ve gotta say I love writing Peter, like idk if I’m doing it in character but I love this

Also I’m definitely down for doing more of this with Peter coming out and stuff if someone requests it, but I wanted to do this scene like the moment it popped in my head

ALSO brevity is NOT my forte and I loved this prompt so it’s long beware of that

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maniacani  asked:

omfg that glass walls scribbling lance prompt squeezed my heart and didn't let go and the guilty lance looking down at keith cleaning aaahhh!! But i bet smol Lance realised the sketch book was not from his daddy Shiro, he's a smart boy like that. And it was only years later that Keith found out Lance knew and got super flustered his plan didn't work but also endeared Lance actually kept the sketchbook while knowing it was from him

paleesky said: YOU! i’d be surprised if no one wanted to cry or cried or felt hearbroken for keith in the last ask. Soooooooooooooo i wanna ask you this. Does lance apologise? Does shiro tell lance that it wasnt actually him who gave the book? Will pidge do someting too? pleaseeee cathrel. pleaseeeeee. thank you.

Lance’s First Sketchbook Part 2 (Part 1)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in Lance’s room and he was currently cuddled up with the little boy after playing pirates with him before bed. Little Lance detached himself for a few seconds to grab the big sketchbook he recently got and opened it to show his Daddy Shiro something he drew.

Lance: That’s a pirate ship! My pirate ship. *points*
Shiro: Ooooh, that’s pretty good, Captain. You’re really getting a hang of drawing. *smiles* *ruffles Lance’s hair*
Lance: *giggles* Yeah. One day I’m gonna be a painter. *looks up at Shiro* Can I be a painter when I’m big as you, Daddy?
Shiro: Of course you can, buddy. *kisses Lance’s forehead*
Lance: *smiles while looking down on his sketchpad* This is the best present I’ve ever had. Thank you. *nuzzles Shiro’s arm*
Shiro: *gulps* Lance, I need to tell you something.
Lance: *looks up* What is it?
Shiro: That sketchbook… *taps the book* isn’t really from me.
Lance: *leans away* Then who is it from? Santa? It’s not even Christmas yet.
Shiro: *shakes head* No. It’s actually from your Daddy Keith. *smiles sadly*
Lance: *scrunches his nose* Daddy Keith? *opens the back of the front cover* But it says right here “Love, Daddy Shiro” ?
Shiro: Yeah, about that…

So Shiro told his son about what happened. How Keith bought that book after work as quickly as he could so Lance wouldn’t feel bad about his drawings being erased on the glass walls. How Keith did what he did so Lance would just accept the sketchpad.

Lance: *whispers* I don’t hate him. *hugs the sketchbook*
Shiro: I know you don’t, sweetheart.
Lance: I just… I don’t know. I feel like Daddy Keith doesn’t like me.
Shiro: That’s not true. He loves you very much. He tells me so every night.
Lance: Really? *sounds broken*
Shiro: Yeah, really. He wishes that you’ll get to hug him and kiss him like you do with me, too.
Lance: I don’t know. *hugs his knees* I’ll try. *clears his throat* But… it’s really nice of him to… to give me this sketchbook.
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah. He’s pretty nice. If you just get to know him, you’ll end up loving him, too.
Lance: You think so? *shy smile*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a hug* I know so.

The following morning, Lance went down for breakfast and he saw his two daddies in the kitchen preparing food. He tugged Keith’s pyjamas to get his attention. When Keith saw him, he pulled Keith down so he can hug him and plant a kiss on the cheek while muttering a soft “Good morning, Daddy Keith.” Keith was a bit startled. It was the first time Lance hugged and kissed him and Keith couldn’t help but grin so wide when he looked at Shiro who smiled at him fondly, while flipping some pancakes. After Lance gave Shiro his morning hug and kiss, he went to the bathroom to pee, leaving the husbands alone.

Keith: *eyes Shiro* Did you do something?
Shiro: *turns back around to continue flipping pancakes* I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Keith: I can see your dorky grin from here, Takashi Shirogane.
Shiro: *scoffs and turns around* What? Now I can’t smile in my own house? I live here. I paid half the price building this house. 
Keith: *slowly smiles so wide* You.
Shiro: Me, what? 
Keith: I love you.
Shiro: *fake gasp* I’m a married man, Keith Kogane! Have you no shame?!
Keith: Yeah, to me. You’re married to me, sweetheart. 
Shiro: Now, now. Don’t get so ahead of yourself, pumpkin. You’ll have to take me out to dinner first. Get to know each other. Then, and only then, we can talk about marriage, after you know… our first kiss and all that. *sickly sweet grin*
Keith: *rolls eyes* I’m married to a dork. Oh god. 

Years later, Keith was cleaning the house and he was in Lance’s room. He found the sketchpad he gave to Lance when he was only 4. He smiled just remembering it and how his boy kept the book after all these years. He opened it only to see how much Lance had improved on his drawing skills and it made Keith so proud. From stick figure drawings to portrait drawings, 13 years did Lance good. He was about to close to book when he noticed the little note that went with it back then. There with his letter to 4 year old Lance was a slash drawn upon “Love, Daddy Shiro” replaced with a messy handwriting a 4 year old only could posses: “Love, Daddy Keith.”

Keith just stared at it in horror. Then he heard someone clear his throat behind him. He turned around only to see 17 year old Lance smiling shyly at him.

Keith: You knew.
Lance: *nods* 
Keith: How?
Lance: Daddy Shiro told me the following night I got the sketchbook.
Keith: *steps back* You knew all along it was from me and you still kept it?
Lance: I did, yeah. Was I not supposed to? *scratches his nape*
Keith: *shakes head* No, no. It’s yours. You could do anything you want with it. I’m just… you kept it.
Lance: *hugs Keith and kisses him on the cheek* Daddy Keith, you’re going emo again. *chuckles*
Keith: *hugs back* Shut up, you overgrown child.
Lance: *laughs* I am a child! *hugs Keith tighter* Also, I never got to say this back then, but thank you. 
Keith: You’re welcome. *smiles*

Boyskinz Part 1 of 2
  • Griffin: It's by Yahoo Answers user Gary, who asks, "Thongs for men (Boyskinz)? Hi, I was wondering if anyone knew where the website Boyskinz has gone. I wanted to buy a thong from there but saw they no longer were up. I also wanted to buy my son one since he saw mine and wanted to try it. NO, I'm not a pedo, he's fifteen and can speak for himself, thanks. Does anyone know where I can buy adult and youth boy thongs? Thanks." Boyskinz, if you couldn't tell from my pronunciation, does have a Z up on it.
  • ...
  • Justin: Where DID Boyskinz go? I've been cruisin' over that website. Not for any other reason than, uh, it was a good way to check my bandwidth speeds because there are some high-res images... To put it mildly, the phrase doesn't even do it justice.
  • Travis: Hey dad? Hey papa? I cannot help but notice that stylish man thong. Is there a place where I, a fifteen year old lad, could purchase one of those man thongs? Boyskinz you say? Hmm. Let's check it out right now.
  • ...
  • Griffin: I actually, I haven't been on the Boyskinz website in a while. I wasn't aware it disappeared. I had it in my RSS feed, I had subscribed to their updates and I wasn't getting them anymore. Then newsletter stopped coming. That really should've been a telltale sign. Can we not get a Groupon on this?
  • Justin: You can get a Groupon, but everybody has to share the same thong. So it becomes very...there's some hygiene issues.
  • Griffin: Oh, no.

anonymous asked:

I read almost every work u have in one night (couldn't sleep anyways) and I'm in love with ur blog. The way u write is really good and make it enjoyable. I see that u have open the request so, if it isn't a bother, I would like a yandere son of the reader, but not like... Edipo complex. The son just don´t see any men worth of them, like the reader is some kind of goddess and the son just can't stand the idea of other man who doesn't treat them with enough adoration. Reaper, hanzo (separated)

I was gonna do both of them but then it started getting really long. If you want someone else, feel free to send in another request!

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Ay Yi Yi!

Crack Fic – Dean Winchester & Reader with a touch of Sam

Warnings: language, straight up crazy

Word Count: 1,905

A/N: I wrote this for my own Crack Challenge because inspiration hit and I thought why the hay not? So, enjoy my crazy after 11pm brain’s ramblings. And here is what a thrown together crack fic would look like, for all of those who may be wondering ;) I used Prompt #13: What do you mean we have to join a mariachi band?

There are still more prompts left! Send in an ask, lovelies!

Tags are way down below - let me know if you want to be added to anything that I write :)

“So get this,” Sam and I said in unison as we walked into the library.

“Dude,” I said with a smile.

“Nice,” Sam replied. We high fived and then turned back to an eye-rolling Dean. “We made a break on the case,” Sam continued, excitement evident in his voice, “which means I need to run to the store.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder, “Nice work, Y/N. I’ll be back soon.” Sam took off towards the Bunker door, leaving me with Dean and his beer.

“Care to fill me in?” Dean asked, taking a swig from the bottle.

I sat down across from him and rested my elbows on the table so I could settle my head in my hands, “So long story short…we’re joining a mariachi band.”

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It Couldn't Be Better

Jerome x Reader

Warnings: none


You and Jerome have been best friends for years, since your were kids. You were both living in the circus and had terrible parents but you loved your mother, your father was the problem. You would always hear your parents fighting, and afterwards your father would go off to some bar and get drunk. He would come back and beat your mother and try to beat you but your mother would never let that happen so he beat her some more.

You would always meet Jerome behind a tent and hang out, away from the situation. You were each others escape from reality.

When you were older your father killed your mother and blamed it on you. Then you were sent to Arkham Asylum. Next thing you know Jerome is at Arkham as well because he murdered his mother. To be honest your weren’t shocked and now you have someone to talk to.

Few days later, you escaped with other inmates including Jerome. This guy named Theo Galavan said he had high hopes for all of us but he said that Jerome would be a star. The first thing you did after being out of Arkham was kill your dad, and Jerome did the same thing. Which you found out afterwards that Paul Cicero (the fortune teller at your circus) was his father.

Later on you guys started dating and thought that your life was perfect but one night changed that. You guys were performing at some charity event when all of a sudden Theo Galavan killed Jerome. You cried for months.

*over a year later*

You heard that Jerome resurrected and you being you didn’t believe it. But the next day you, you were walking into your apartment and heard something coming from your room.

You dropped everything on your couch, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and headed toward your bedroom. Slowly, you were tip toeing, trying not to make a sound. The only thing that was able to be heard was the ruckus coming from the room.

You grabbed the knob and slowly started turning it, you pushed the door open and *wham* attacked the intruder from behind and slammed him onto the ground.

You turned him around so he was lying on his back and held the knife to his neck. “No it couldn’t be, he’s dead.” You thought.

“Who are you and why are you dressed as Jerome!” You exclaimed while looking at him with nothing but fire in your eyes. “ Dollface, it’s really me, it’s Jerome.” “Don’t call me that, only Jerome was able to call me that!” You pushed the knife harder to his neck.

“Dollface, look at the wound on my neck, look into my eyes, and if that doesn’t work, then let me tell you a secret that only you and Jerome would know. Remember when we were eleven and you ran to my trailer because you wanted to get away from the fighting?” You nodded. “Well, that night we ran off into the city and snuck into a museum and stayed there the rest of the night. The next day we went back and your parents were worried sick about where you were while my mom just banged another clown in the other room, she didn’t even notice I was gone.”

You looked down at him with nothing but awe. It is him, it really is. “Oh my god Jerome, it really is you, I can’t believe it. But wait, what happened to your face?”

“Oh, that, hahaha. A member of my cult tried to bring me back to life, and when I didn’t wake up right away, he cut off my face and tried to convince others he was me.”

“WHAT! I’m going to kill him!” “No need, I already did.” “Haha, of course.”

You helped him up, and the next thing you knew you were hugging him. -sigh- “I love you Jerome.” “I love you too dollface.” He said while snuggling into your neck.

You guys get back together, and went into hiding.

*Two years later*

You’re on your way to the pharmacy because your period is a week late.

You grabbed a pregnancy test, went to the register, and paid. You texted Jerome to make sure he’s not home, which he responded with no.

Minutes pass and you’re home. You ran straight to the bathroom and took the test.

While waiting anxiously for the results, you are mentally preparing yourself for when you see two lines or one.

*Minutes later*

You took a deep breath, grabbed the test and clearly, there were two lines.

Feeling a bit woozy, you laid down on your bed. You can’t believe this. Don’t get it wrong, you want the baby but it was so unexpected. What is Jerome going to say? Would he want to stick around? Would he want a baby? What if he gets mad? Then you hear the door open and close. That’s him.

“Y/N, I’m home. Where are you?” “I’m in the bedroom.” You hear the footsteps come closer and closer.

The door swings open and there he is. “What’s wrong dollface? You seem a bit distraught.” You pushed yourself up “Babe, what I’m about to tell you is serious. This will change our lives.” “Okay.” He said seeming a bit confused. You took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” “Are you serious?” You nodded and showed him the pregnancy test. He stared at the pregnancy test for a few minutes to process the whole thing.
Next thing you knew he was hugging you. “Your not mad?” “No, why would I be? I’m going to be a father. I’m the luckiest man in the world. Wait, it is mine right?” “Haha, yes Jerome, it’s yours.”

Nine months later, you had a beautiful baby boy, S/N Valeska. You guys were the happiest people ever, you had each other and your newborn son. You couldn’t be happier.

One year later, you guys decide to return to Gotham and rule the city as King, Queen, and Prince.

Cinderella Phenomenon – A review, kind of

I finished Cinderella Phenomenon and really need to get my thoughts about it out of my head. It’s gonna be a long post. But the short version of it is: I really enjoyed this game and I think it deserves all the love and recognition it can get!

I will keep the first part of this post spoiler-free. Short bits about the actual routes will be put under the cut.

1. General

The game is for PC, it’s available on Steam, and it’s free! It seems the whole development was covered by a kickstarter project. Once downloaded, the full game is yours. No internet connection is needed for playing. So … yeah, getting this game can’t possibly get any easier.

2. Gameplay and game mechanics

It’s a visual novel. Klick through the story, choose between two or sometimes more choices every now and then. There are some useful functions: Skip, forward, and go back. So no need for a log if you missed a line, which is awesome. The save/load function is also really user friendly – there are more than enough slots, and saving or loading is always possible.

The choices you pick change the story and determine the outcome. There is an indicator to show if a choice was the right one – “right” meaning the one that leads to the good ending. I strongly recommend either saving at each choice or using a guide/walkthrough, because these right choices are not always obvious.

3. Look and sound

This may not be the prettiest otome game ever, when compared to big titles. But it still has a nice interface, great backgrounds, and nice and carefully drawn characters. Sometimes there are even simple animations. Everything considered it looks honestly good, has a lot of great CG’s and shows attention to details.

The background music is thoroughly amazing, no ifs or buts. A lot of piano and strings. It’s never obtrusive, but always fitting. There are quite a lot different themes for different moods … 27 pieces all in all.

4. Plot

Premise: In a world where fairies and witches draw power from two magical crystals … and where this power has of course become unbalanced … there lives one edgy teenage princess who gets cursed for her haughty, cold-hearted ways. She is afflicted by a so called “Fairytale Curse”, and just like Cinderella went from rags to riches, she went from riches to rags overnight. With no one besides the witches, fairies and the cursed to remember her, her whole life gets turned around. Then she goes through a life changing journey full of danger, love and friendship and self discovery.

The story, plot twists and developments are not exactly unpredictable. But the plot is still multilayered, interesting, and everything comes together nicely. It provides humor, and tragedy, and heart-warming fluffiness, and this charming fairytale leitmotif. I enjoyed the story a lot.

5. Characters

The MC

As mentioned, the player character is not your regular otome game heroine. This princess is far from the sweet and pure damsel I got used to. She starts out angsty, bitter and conceited, but she has a genuine side to her that’s all the more endearing. She does fall back into some otome game tropes and did make me facepalm occasionally … but she makes up for it by also making me laugh with her blunt, snarky attitude and by her really great character development. I actually cried more than once because of her. The MC has a canon name, Lucette, which can be kept or changed.

Love interests

There are five of them. They are all actually good, kind hearted people, so they can help thaw the ice princess MC. No jerks, no extreme tsunderes, no yanderes, no sadists. The character flaws they have are usually obvious from the start and as their characters are explored they only become more likable. Each has their own special dynamic with the MC, and though I do have favourites, I think every route feels right and genuine.

I recommend the “official” route order when playing. New revelations and knowledge from prior playthroughs felt balanced this way. Also, the story becomes gradually more … dark and heavy this way: Rod, Karma, Rumpel, Fritz, Waltz. I want to add what to expect from each of their routes, but will put that under the cut. It may be a bit spoilery.


The supporting cast stays mostly the same and each character plays their own, distinct, and important role. They tend to be sweet and/or fun, and lovable, and their stories are gradually explored in the different routes. My favourite is the witch who cursed the MC, her snark is just delicious. The villains also have motivation and personality, but still clearly deserve what’s coming for them.

One fair warning, though: Supporting characters are not always safe in this game, not even on the way to good endings.

6. Now about the different routes …

I put this under the cut. I won’t give away all the spoilers, but I want to write a bit about what to expect from the guys and their routes.

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Okay so…I was going to write the third fic for the memory loss AU/series…but then I started talking with @meldy-arts (partly based on an ask she got) and we ended up talking about another take on Ezra loosing his memory. (an AU of an AU? xD)

In this one, he not only looses his memory, but also his arm (though he isn’t paralyzed), and it’s all too overwhelming that he just runs away and hides. I was planning on just writing something short but…it kind of became longer than I planned. It also has Kanan and Ezra fluff because you can never have too much space dad and space son interaction.

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  • <p> <b></b> Michael POV<p/><b></b> "Man I didn't even really wanna go to prom, it was just a bunch of overly horny niggas and bitches that spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on one night that would be over before it began" I said as me and my bestfriend Metri sat at the food court in the mall. "Bitch shut the fuck up you know you wanna go, you just mad cause you don't have a date yet, and you extra salty cause Darrien ain't ask you yet" he laughed as he took a bite of his chick-fil-a sandwhich. He was right though I actually did wanna go but I only wanted to go with one person and that was him, waiting on him to ask me to prom was like waiting in line for new Jordan's to drop it takes forever. "Yeah whatever Bitch, he ain't gonna ask me so Im just over it, it's only a week an a half left till prom and I don't have a tux or limo shit I'm mad as hell I brought that $100 ticket" I said actually becoming mad a little. " Calm down Mike, you'll get asked and if you don't you can come with me and Travis" he replied trying to cherler me up. "GREAT!!, so I can be a third wheel, na I'll pass" I retorted honestly. We finished our meal and did a little more shopping as we were leaving I seen darrien and some other boy walking on I quickly grabbed metri and duck behind this big ass flower pot outside the mall. "BITCH, I'll smack the shit outta you bout to give me whip flash better be glad me and Jesus ace boon coons in this new year don't do that shit no more" he said but I ignored everything he said and said " Look, there go Darrien and some other boy going in the mall, do you know him?" I asked because my Bitch been around the block and up the street a few times. " Yeah that's Evan he got a big dick, Mmm.. A really big-". " Michael?" Someone asked from behind me and from the voice I knew exactly who it was. " He-hey Darrien funny running into you here haha" I say nervously beings I was just caught hiding behind a flower pot at 3 in the afternoon. " What you doing behind this flower pot, hey Metri" he said as he hugged us both. "Well I was-we were- he needed" I couldn't speak at all so like a true bestfriend my bitch quickly said " We were here looking at tuxs for prom, how about you guys and hey Evan!" He said as he gave Evan that look that make ya mom uncomfortable cause she no her son getting dicked down right. "Wassup Metri, still looking sexy as ever, you a stranger thou shawty, I see ya new nigga got you in lock huh?" Evan replied licking his lips and I'll admit I got alil turned on. "please don't get him started on niggas" I said as I pulled darriens so we could talk away from those two knuckle heads.<p/><b></b> Darrien POV<p/><b></b> I'll admit it Michael was looking so fine right now he had his hair I'm braids that led to a man bun and his ass was sitting right, I spotted him and Metri walking out the mall as soon as we got close to the steps o seen him duck down behind that flower pot and all that. "So why was you hiding again?" I asked him because I wanted a answer. " ok truth is I seen you and Evan and I didn't know him so I thought-" before he could finish I said " I was cheating, Oh okay, nah shawty I'm not going no where". " So if that's true why haven't you asked me to prom yet Darrien we only have a week basically to get his shit together, is cause I'm a boy and your parents don't know" he said and I could see the hurt in his eyes. " Come on man! Don't start with that, look I love you and I always will but I'm just not ready for my parents to know yet" I honestly said.<p/><b></b> Me and Michael been messing around since sophomore year and we are now seniors, I came out at school for him cause I really do love him I just haven't told my parents yet.<p/><b></b> "Don't do what! D, explain to the guy I love that I wanna be with him whole heartily I fucking love ya bigheaded ass and I just wanna spend this night with you" he said as tears rolled down his face. Before I could reply he grabbed Metri and left me standing there. "damn, bro you fucked up this time huh?" Evan said walking over as we watched them leave. " Man shut up nigga, I didn't do shit, he wanna go to prom with me but I haven't told my parents about us yet, don't get me wrong I love his ass a lot but I'm not ready yet man, what you think?" I asked him cause he was my boy and he keep it 100 with me. " I think that you should take his ass to prom, tell ya parents and move on if that accept you great if they don't go to college with ya man and start a new life my nigga, for to long we love for others because what they might think or feel bit what about us?" He said as we entered Zumiez " Since when did you become Mr. Knowitall" I said mushing his head. " Since I came out 2 months ago and my mom accept me but you know pops ain't wit it but he cool" he replied which made me think about my next move and how I was gonna tell my parents that there only child was gay and wanted to go to prom with a boy!! Damn.<p/><b></b> If you like this first little snippet of my new tumble story "Knight in shining armor" please please please #reblog and comment lemme know wassup I'll beposting updates every Wednesday and the chapters will be much longer this is just a tease!!<p/></p>
Lego Batman Oneshot: Sweet Bat-Dreams

Plot: Sometimes you just need a Bat-Dad to tell you that everything’s okay. And to, of course, punch the nightmares away.

((I honestly didn’t expect to be writing any fanfiction for the Lego Batman Movie but, here we are! Lol, enjoy! Also, slight spoilers for the Lego Batman Movie))

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anonymous asked:

i still can't wrap my head around the fact that IF (and i hope to fucking god it's not) this was glenn's last ep, this is how they "end" dennis' story?? did rcg seriously think that was a good solution? if it was certain glenn would be back, it wouldn't matter. sure, the ep was mostly ooc, but nothing that couldn't be fixed imo. but to send a main character off like that after 12 years feels so fuckin cheap? rcg are better writer's than this. were they all drunk when they came up with this plot?

that’s my contention, too. I know glenn was talking in the uproxx interview about how “[i]t’s just a matter of, for us, we satirized the opposite for so long, the idea of being completely oblivious. I think that now I find it interesting the idea of hitting a point where a character realizes, “I can’t hide from this anymore. I can’t pretend. There’s a lot of wreckage and carnage I can leave in my past“ - and I get that being the primary propulsion towards north dakota. I do. it fits right along with dennis’ impulsive tendencies and the constant pressure he feels he’s under to perform to a level of normality he doesn’t naturally face.

to hit on the theme of the show, people don’t always change. there are instances where they do: mac’s change did nothing to his sexuality, and did everything to his constant denying of his sexuality; dennis reached a point where he admitted he has big feelings and they hurt. the changes present there had little to do with core character traits and values, and had much more to do with coming to an active, conscious acceptance of these aspects of their lives. it was an external acceptance of an internal truth: mac has always been gay, he just decided to accept it. dennis has always felt too much, he just finally came clean about it to the gang.

that’s what’s bugging me about thinking this is a great point to stop dennis’ storyline, because it’s absolutely not. it’s a great avenue to continue exploration of that idea - trying actively to change an internal truth into something less ugly, and coming to accept that you can’t always do that. I don’t know if the writers/RCG in particular have been consciously hitting on that theme, but it’s emerged as one to me and to many sunny fans here, I think.

I would love to honestly see dennis try to be a good father, a decent family man. I don’t know if I believe he can do it. I certainly don’t think trying to be a father without also working on his own issues is what his son deserves - worst-case scenario, his issues worsen and he ends up perpetuating the same shitty cycle of parenthood frank passed on to him. and that’s patently not fair to brian jr., or mandy, or even himself. and I would love, absolutely love, to see dennis come around to accept this part of himself. I don’t want him to decide that he’s forever a shitty person who cannot change and is doomed to hell in the bar with four other awful people, but I want him to realize that he has problems that need addressing and development, and that putting himself in an environment with a child in the mix is not healthy or beneficial in any way, unless he actively plans on committing to selflessness.

the desire to be the father frank never was for him is a selfless one. selflessness requires commitment. commitment requires action. action requires glenn not leaving the show. see what I’m getting at? I’d be royally pissed if they decided ‘ahhh you guys can fill in the rest! :~)’ when the rest is anything but a passive consequence of an emotionally-powered decision.

Fancy Dinner Parties
  • Me: *wide eyed* Oh my god, this mansion is gorgeous! It's like something out of a movie! Look at how pretty that staircase is! Is that an actual suit of armor over there? I think I'm going to faint!
  • Flesh Mass: *wringing out skirt* ...Yeah.
  • Maid: *descends staircase* Welcome back, ma'am. I see you've returned with a guest. *bows*
  • Flesh Mass: ...Yeah.
  • Me: Oh my god, is that a real maid? That's a real maid! This is so cool!
  • Maid: Does our guest wish to be shown to the bathing quarters.
  • Me: Oh! My! God! You're so old school! You don't have to ham it up like that! Like, oh my god, I can't believe this! You're so precious! But, yeah. I could totally go for a bath right now. Gosh, a real bath in stead of a shower. Sorry, sorry. It's been so long since I've been in a bath full of warm soapy water. We only have a shower back at my apartment. Am I rambling? Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed! Sorry!
  • Flesh Mass: Are you guys cool, I'm going to go play xbox until I pass out.
  • Maid: Master requested ma'am's presence in the dining room. We will be having dinner tonight to honour our guest.
  • Me: Oh my god, dinner for me!?
  • Flesh Mass: Seriously, dinner for her?
  • Maid: Master says her arrival is a special occasion.
  • Me: Oh my god, how romantic!
  • Flesh Mass: *under breath* It wasn't a fucking special occasion when he kidnapped me. *loudly* FINE! I'll see you guys in the dining room for this SPECIAL OCCASION. Fucking waste of my time.
  • Me: She's so nice. Are your baths as fancy as the staircase?
  • Maid: Indubitably so.
  • Me: I don't even know what that means, but I just know they're going to be extra fancy.
  • Maid: *sighs* Our guest may come with me now.
  • Me: Oh, I'm so excited!
  • *in the dining room*
  • Java Wolf: *seated at one end of a long table*
  • Flesh Mass: *seated at the opposite end of a long table* What's this all about?
  • Java Wolf: A feast for my first step into sheer depravity. Think of it as a true handing of the torch of evil from father to son. You'll see.
  • Flesh Mass: Are you going to kill that lady?
  • Java Wolf: Of course. Did you expect me to let her live? Anyone who enters my abode is a simple play thing for my visceral needs.
  • Flesh Mass: Don't kill her.
  • Java Wolf: Why?
  • Flesh Mass: She's innocent.
  • Java Wolf: None of us are innocent. Besides, what connection do you have to that miserable woman which makes you vouch for her life?
  • Flesh Mass: I've see her around town before, but it's not that. She was on the streets in a trash can. She looked so pathetic. She looked like me. I pity her.
  • Java Wolf: Pity. Whenever I see something pitiful I get an insatiable urge to kill it. But, my dear, I have to say that you're beginning to disappoint me.
  • Flesh Mass: I was never trying to impress you in the first place, dude.
  • Java Wolf: Indeed, it's more of a personal bugbear than a true failing in your character. It's slightly irritating that a being with a unique condition such as yours would fall so in line with traditional morality that you would even take pity on a worthless vagrant woman. Most people simply ignore street riff-raff like her. She won't be missed. Then again, I have an inkling that whatever morality you may display is but a simple front for an ideology that's much more alien and unknowable. Would you say that's the case?
  • Flesh Mass: I don't think about that type of shit, dude.
  • Java Wolf: Such a shame.
  • Maid: *enters the dining room* Our guest has arrived.
  • Me: *enters the dining room in an elegant dress* Oh my god, this is the prettiest room I've seen in my entire life. *takes a seat in the middle of the long ass table* I can't believe this table! Why is it so long! Can you guys even hear! Do I need to yell!
  • Java Wolf: No yelling is necessary, thank you.
  • Me: Oh. My. God! Are you a furry!? Your fursuit is so pretty! I used to be a furry, y'know! I had to get out of the fandom because it was too expensive, and I was working 24/7! Oh, it was horrible! But, I never thought I'd meet a real furry! Especially, one that owns such an awesome mansion! Are you a celebrity!?
  • Java Wolf: No, my dear. I am not a celebrity. My name is Nathan Wolfe, heir to the Wolfe fortune. So, I must be honest with you and say that the extravagant wealth that you see before you now was not created by me, but instead appropriated from my father. Rest his soul. You can refer to me as, Java Wolf. My dear, would happen to know about the history of my family?
  • Me: No, but I've heard the name around before.
  • Java Wolf: It's no surprise that you would, my family is the most wealthy family within in the county area, due in part to the former family business, that of exporting premium grade luxury coffee. My father was the head of the business for the majority of its existence, but when he passed he I had inherited control of the business and his fortune. During this period I had traveled to the country where the coffee beans that fueled the business were collected. You wouldn't believe what I saw.
  • Me: What'd you see?
  • Java Wolf: Debauchery and cruelty, my dear. It was pure slave labour, even torture at times. I couldn't believe such a thing was legal, much less condoned under the command of my father whom I always viewed as a man of absolute moral integrity. I couldn't let it continue, my dear. So, I shut the whole business down and put an end to that exploitative madness, snuffing out my father's bloody legacy once and for all.
  • *the maid places mugs of coffee on the table*
  • Me: Whoa, that's a pretty big thing to do.
  • Java Wolf: Yes, though I am no saint. I have my base needs, my wants and comforts. I've kept all the wealth my father accumulated through the company, though its no different than blood money in the eyes of a just arbitrator. However, I don't think such an arbitrator can exist in the Western world, so wrought with capitalist hegemony. Do you, my dear?
  • Me: I don't know really know what you mean.
  • Java Wolf: *chuckles* It's no matter. No matter at all. We're not here tonight to discuss politics or morality. We're here to celebrate an awakening, and give welcome to our beautiful guest.
  • Me: Oh gosh, you're making me blush.
  • Java Wolf: *lifts mug* So, may I propose a toast. A toast to the Wolf and the Trinity that unites us all in debauchery.
  • Me: A toast to the Wolf and the Trinity of something something!
  • Flesh Mass: Whatever she said.
  • Java Wolf: Drink, my dears. Drink. *sips coffee* Hmm, this coffee tastes pretty odd. *yawns* Goodness, excuse me. *passes out and falls out of chair*
  • Maid: Oh, how foolish of me. I accidentally gave master the spiked coffee instead of our guest. How could I have made such a grievous mistake. *lights cigarette and takes a long drag*
  • Flesh Mass: Yeah, if you need me I'll be playing xbox. *walks off*
  • Me: This is a weird party.

anonymous asked:

gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)

// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //

‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’

Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’

'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’

So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.

'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.

'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.

Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.

Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.

Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’

'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’

'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.

'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.

Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.

Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.

Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’

'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’

'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.

'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.

'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’

'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’

'What kind of a -’


'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’

Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.

'How did we meet?’

Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’


Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?

As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.

'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.

Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.

'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.

Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’

Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’

They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.

Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.

Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.

Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’

'Then what?’

'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.

Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.

Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.

But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.

'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.

'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.

Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.


Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.

'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.

Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’

'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.

'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -

'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.

'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.

Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.

Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.

But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.

// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //

SUPRISE~ Lin Manuel Miranda X Reader
  • (Your POV)
  • "Oh Y/N! He's gonna be so surprised!" Phillipa sing-songed as she brushed some makeup onto my face an Rene did my hair, Jasmine sitting on my couch, finishing some small adjustments to Phillia's costume so I could go on tonight. "You sure he's got no clue?"
  • "Im not sure..." I confessed, "I just hope he's not angry... And that my bump shows up enough in "That Would Be Enough" and that it will stay hidden in everything else. And that I don't forget choreography. And-"
  • "You'll be fine." Rene pitched in, running the straightening iron, "Besides, you know how much this is going to surprise him. He's going to be overjoyed."
  • "And feel free to change some things to make it more personally and natural. Especially your intimate moments with Lin." Jasmine added in, standing up cheerfully and spinning around. "Phillipa, how excited are you to finally watch?"
  • Phillipa responded with laughter and smudged lipstick onto my lips, "More than you could ever know! Even more pumped that I get to watch Y/N's broadway debut." She smiled at me and I frowned embarrassed, looking down.
  • Raising their wine glasses, Rene and Jasmine echoed "May there be many more!"
  • "You sure you're okay with this?" I questioned. And she nodded.
  • "Of course... But I have to go set up the after-party... I'll see you in the crowd. Go kick some ass." She smiled, squeezing me before heading out of me and Lin's house. Rene took my hand and helped me stand. Smiling brightly and I forced a smile. Clearly noticing she nudged me and muttered a stop before grabbing my hand and pushing me into Jasmines grasp, briefly doing a group hug before costumes were shoved in my hand and we were off.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  • Hiding from Lin before the show was beyond hard. Also trying to keep in character throughout the opening number after seeing Lin's face. Not to mention when I vomited after Schuyler sisters, Rene helping me change while Leslie held a bucket out for me.
  • Thank goodness mints exist.
  • Nervously I kept pacing around backstage until That Would Be Enough and Jasmine literally had to pushed me on stage....
  • Oh no... Oh no....
  • Now or never....
  • "Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. Look around, look around."
  • I couldn't meet his eyes until I felt his hand on my bump.
  • "How long have you know?"
  • "Four months or so..." I replied grabbing his hand
  • ".... You should have told me"
  • "I wrote to the general a month ago." I grabbed his hands leading him to the bench unable to break eye contact with him.
  • "No."
  • "I begged him to send you home."
  • "Eliza you should've told me!"
  • "Im not sorry." I smiled gently, bringing my hand to his face and wiping away stray tears before looking away again. "I knew you'd fight until the war was won."
  • "The wars not done."
  • "But you deserve a chance to meet your son." I half spoke placing his hands on my stomach to show it was real and not an act. "Look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now."
  • Removing a hand from my belly, he held it out fingertips pointing up towards the celling. "Will you relish being a poor mans wife unable to provided for your life?"
  • Grabbing the hand and lacing my fingers through his, "I relish brig your wife." I laughed gently as smiled, tear fell from my face, "Look around. Look around. Look at where we are! Look at where we started. The fact that your alive is a miracle. Just stay alive. That would be enough." We pressed out hands on my swollen stomach, "And if this child shares a fraction of your smile or a fragment of your mind. Look out world. That would be enough." Standing up and pulling away, pacing, " I don't pretend to know. The challenges your facing. The worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. But Im not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day. That would be enough."
  • Suddenly feeling Lin wrap his arms around my waist and sway us gently I closed my eyes "We don't need a legacy. We don't need money. If I could grant you peace of mind. If you could let me inside your heart." Lin turned me around, leaving one hand around my waist and the other on my face, stroking it gently and I opened my eyes, "Let me be a part of the narrative! In the story they will write someday! Let this moment be the first chapter. Were you decide to stay. And I could be enough." I said leaning into his embrace, my head on his shoulder, "And we could be enough." Lin slowly pulled away, still securing my waist tightly and leaning in, "And that would be enough."
  • Slowly, his lips touched mine for a split second before I made my exit.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  • Tears filled my eyes as I walked off the stage and Lin quickly ran to me.
  • "Y/N... I don't understand... What's going on?" I hugged him and kissed his cheek.
  • "I'll tell you later. I promise." I smiled gently, "Chris has something to tell you." I smiled, seeing Rene who winked at me. "Look. Go out tonight. You work so hard. I'm gonna be at Rene's. I'll see you." I smiled running off, ignoring Lin's calling and heading to the after-party.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  • "What if he's pissed?" I panicked, tapping my finger on the table. Daveed and Leslie chucked and Jasmine rolled her eyes.
  • "Stop it Y/N! He's not pissed. He is confused." Anthony protested, hugging Jasmine to him, "You know how much he wants a kid. He'll be so excited."
  • "I know.. I know but-"
  • Daveed laughed and wrapped a arm around me "You need to breathe... GUYS HERE HE COMES! EVERYONE HIDE!"
  • The plethora of screams as everyone rapidly dashed to a spot to remain as footsteps inched closer. I remained still until Pippa grabbed me and shoved me backstage while she got a mic stand and stool and sat on it once reaching center stage.
  • "Chris can you tell me now what the hell is going-" He stopped seeing Pippa who waved gently, "What's going on guys?"
  • "SUPRISE!"
  • Everyone leapt from their spots and Lin chucked, as everyone, one by one hugged him but still he asked confused , "Still don't get what's going on guys... Where is Y/N?"
  • Pippa smirked and held the microphone up and spoke, "Well the surprise isn't just this party Lin. Come on out Y/N."
  • Feeling anxiety fill me up as I made my way onto the stage I pinched my hand and took Pippa's spot as she ran out behind Lin.
  • Take a deep breathe
  • In
  • Out
  • "Um... Hi Lin. Wow... Okay.. I am nervous..." I said and everyone behind Lin chuckled, "Let me start by thanking you for not killing me on stage and apologize for kinda surprising you. I could see you were a little bit thrown off and for that I'm really-"
  • "Kindly shut up Rene. Anyhow what I'm trying to say is that I am... We are... Ugh. Fine. I really am pregnant Lin." I spoke and before I could get another word out he ran to me, tear filled eyes and hugged me tightly, cheers erupting in the crowd.
  • "Oh my darling." He smiled brightly, kissing my cheek as tears fell from my eyes.
  • "Lin. You aren't mad?"
  • "No... I am surprised. And happy and overjoyed." He chuckled, letting me go and grabbing my hand, "And so... So in love with you and our little miracle."
  • Smiling brightly I chuckled, "I have a name too."
  • "Mmmmm so you know the gender?" He smirked.
  • "Yep. The name will be-"
  • "Shhh..." Lin laughed. "That is a surprise that will be saved for later."
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

A.N: For the Fandom Bingo card spot 1-5; ‘madness’.

They call it Despair. 

The state by which a Sky can be fully broken, rendered unable to form Guardian bonds, when their Flame is corrupted and the Will turned against itself, gnawing away at the bonds keeping the soul tethered to the body. Within months, a Despaired Sky will usually either attempt to kill themselves to escape the never-ending bond hunger, or go completely mad and attempt to force their corrupted bond on another. 

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anonymous asked:

Sorry but I couldn't comment on the ship break down, but Jumin x Mc?


Again, canonically through the messenger. But also, MC probably saw Jumin some time or another through the media press and whatnot, so eh?


Jumin, but he couldn’t understand them and brushed them off, thinking it was just weird and that he’d be excited about someone joining the RFA this spontaneously.


Jaehee. She’s 100% supportive, since she benefits from her boss being in a better mood as well, lmao.


CANONICALLY, WE SEE WHAT WENT DOWN IN HIS ROUTE EHHHhhh if that wasn’t the case, I’m absolutely sure that there would be a special occassion that had the two of them become more intimate in a moment of happiness. For example, if a business plan went down super well and they would have a celebration. Jumin would inch closer, but then back away, thinking it’s probably not too appropriate or that he might not be in the position to take upper hand like this, so it’s MC who has to take care of the last few inches between their lips.


MC. Jumin couldn’t interpret his own correctly, so since he thought there were no feelings, they were first to confess to him and make him understand “well, yeah, that’s kinda what I experience too!”


Really fancy dinner at an expensive restaurant! Candle lights and live music fiddles.


They’re not into it too much. Generally, they’re happy about any way they can spend time together with each other, so even if there’s someone else involved too, that doesn’t mean they can be lovey-dovey in a moderate way. They do prefer privacy though.


Have really deep deep conversations while maybe watching a classic black and white movie.


MC’s parents are probably more than happy with Jumin, not only since he’s rich, but because he also gives off a very reliable and trustworthy vibe and they can be absolutely assured that MC is in good hands. Jumin’s father might not be too happy with MC, since he tried to arrange different options for his son, then again, I don’t think Jumin would bother with that too much and his father would come to the conclusion that the top priority should be his son’s happiness.


Work. The fact that Jumin has way too less time for MC and spends most of it on work. The fact that Jumin, even when he’s actually free from work, still gets called by his coworkers that need something from him. It eventually might have MC think that his work is way more important to him than they are. They don’t want him to choose between either them or his work, they just wish for better coordination and compromises, that for example at least he turns off his business phone as soon as they are on vacation together and supposed so enjoy their holidays!

I think with having a conversation, things are cleared up easily. Jumin does understand their concerns since he wishes to spend as much time with MC as possible, but sometimes work needs to be done and there’s not much he can do about that. He’ll try to make up for it through a longer break with no cell phones involved.




Actually, while MC most definitely will enjoy these fancy dinners and all that, they’ll try to introduce him to “commoners-food” as well and might find really cool things that Jumin is pleasantly surprised by. Even if it’s just a frozen pizza.


MC. They lie in each others arms, MC burying their face in his chest and him resting his chin on their head. Elizabeth probably chills in between them or on top of them, preferably sitting on one of their buttsssss!!!


Not really, no. They do like to walk next to each other with MCs arm linked into the crook of Jumin’s though!


I believe they wait for a really really long time, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. They just make sure they’re on the same page and that both are really ready for it.




They rarely ever fight, since Jumin keeps his cool throughout and solves any confrontation with collected discourse and conversation. If that something that’s not to MC’s liking, then that won’t be good and might annoy them even more, though.


MC does the shopping and cooking, since Jumin is most likely busy with other things. Most of the time, they don’t cook for themselves any way and order something or go to a nearby restaurant.


Jumin. He has his cravats sorted and folded neatly, as he has with all his suits, shirts, shoes, heck even his underwear and socks. He hates anything that is out of order. He probably even sorts his wine bottles in alphabetical order and in order of the year they were made in.




Joined. It’s easier to handle, especially with the media masses. Jumin isn’t much of a party animal anyway, so again, he’s just happy to spend time with his s/o!




Big. Giant in fact. But most aren’t guests. It’s just that their marriages is probably bound to be public and in the eye of everything and everyone.


Absolutely. Something really far away and luxurious. They can go anywhere they want to, but I think it’s mostly a place to relax instead of somewhere where there’s a lot of tourist attractions or traveling involved. Maybe somewhere up the hills or somewhere rather secluded. I’d love to say Iceland with the beautiful scenery.


Yes, one son.

Lucky Part 6

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of abuse

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

I cant believe how long this is, but I’m absolutely loving it! This has become longer than Bad Feeling….this is crazy! Give it a read if you haven’t read it yet. It’ll take you to the last part but I have all the other parts linked on that page.

So I’m sorry about these next couple parts guys….it might not be as bad as I think it is, but y’all have to let me know. Feel free to write me and yell at me. But I hope you guys like it. Love you!!!

You put your bag next to the stairs and turned to Jensen.


“Yeah.” You started walking toward the kitchen, passing by him.

“What’s your poison? I don’t have much, but I’ve got, beer, whiskey, vodka, tequila….”

“Whoa…..” he put his hand up and you turned to him. “I still need to drive home.” he had a huge grin. You starred at him for a moment, smiling.

“True……beer it is then.” you turned to go get your beers. His heart started to race, he could have sworn you looked disappointed. He followed you into the kitchen. When he got in there you were shutting the fridge. You smiled and handed him his beer.

“You should probably text Jared.” he popped off the lid to the bottle and took a swig.

“Oh shit. Yeah…..thank you.” you popped open your beer and threw away the top, then you went back into the living room and sat on the couch, grabbing your phone from the coffee table. Jensen joined you after a minute.

Hey! Made it home safe…… always. Love you! Get some sleep.

Jensen sat down next to you as you put your phone down. You both smiled.

“Thanks for being my pillow earlier.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, no problem.” You looked at the bottle in your hand. Your phone went off, you reached over and grabbed it.

K Love you. Talk to you later.

You smiled and put your phone back down. You pulled your legs underneath you and sat cross legged on the couch facing Jensen.

“Is he going to bed?”

“I hope so. He looked exhausted.” you took a swig of your beer. You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you. “So, you have any plans this weekend?” you smiled.

“No actually. My parents went on a trip, so their not here. Thankfully I got a lot of my errands done last weekend, so unless something comes up with you guys…….for once in a long time, I have nothing to do.” he paused for a second and then shook his head. “That sounds weird.” you laughed which made him smile.

“Well that’s good though. You deserve a break.” You smiled at each other. “I haven’t heard you mention Ashley lately. Don’t you have to meet up with her?” you took a drink.

“Oh wow….Ashley. No, Ashley and I haven’t been together for awhile now.” Your jaw dropped.

“What! When did that happen? I don’t remember hearing that you guys broke up.”

“Oh man…’s been a little bit. I want to say…maybe….a little before I found out you got this job.” he took a drink.

“Wow……it has been awhile. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It just…….wasn’t right.” you shot him a sad smile and then you both took another drink. “Well what about you? What ever happened to that…..who was it….Sean guy? I only saw him a couple times when you were over at Jared’s. That seems like forever ago.” You chuckled.

“His name was Seth, and yeah….were not together anymore either.” you starred down at your hands holding your bottle. Jensen could sense there was more to that story, just by the way you reacted. You both knew each other to the point that you became great friends and grew very close, but you were also busy, so there really wasn’t time for life stories, so there is still always new things that you find out about each other.

“What happened?” he reluctantly asked. You looked up at him.

“Jared never told you?” He shook his head. “ I’m surprised. I thought he told you everything.” you looked back down to your bottle and started playing with the label.

“Y/N.” he leaned forward and put his bottle on the table, then reached a hand out and placed it on your knee, you looked over at his hand. “I thought you told me everything.” You looked up at him.

“Not back then. I mean, we’ve always been close, but not as close as we are now.” He nodded.

“Your right.” he just starred into your eyes. “So then tell me now.” You bit your bottom lip. You didn’t really want to talk about it, for multiple reasons, but you don’t keep anything from him. So if you don’t tell him, it’ll just make you feel guilty. Yeah, he’ll say he understands, but you know that’s all he be able to think about, and then that’s all you’ll think about…’s just a vicious circle. You looked back down at your bottle, playing with the label again.

“It was the first time in my life, that I ever lied to Jared…….”


Jared opened the door after hearing you knock. “Hey guys!” you and Seth smiled as you entered the house.

“Hey man.” Seth extended his hand and shook Jared’s.

“What’s going on?” you stood off to the side as the guys greeted each other.

“Not much, but I need to use the bathroom.” Seth headed further into the house. You both watched him walk away and then looked back at each other.

“Hey sis.” he opened his arms.

“Hey.” you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. He squeezed you a little too tight and it made you hiss from the pain. He heard you and pulled away to look at you.

“Are you okay?” You looked at him for a minute.

“Yeah…I just…I got this new job, and I've been taking on a lot of the stunts myself to save money. I’m feeling the repercussions.” you chuckled.

“Oh. Well that’s great. But don’t push yourself okay…..that can be really dangerous.” you nodded. You heard Tom and Shep come into the room yelling for you. You took a couple more steps into the house meeting the boys halfway, and bent down in front of them. You reached out and hugged them both. 

Then Jared saw it. About a five inch thick, vertical mark, running diagonally across the right side of your back. It was red and looked like it was starting to bruise. It must of happened no more than a day ago. He couldn't see all of it because your shirt only rode up a little, but he could tell it went up your back a ways.

He cringed a little. No wonder it hurt when he hugged you. He believed your story though. He knows doing your own stunts can leave some decent marks.

End Flashback

You were still starring at your bottle. You felt ashamed and didn’t want to look at Jensen.

“He hit you?” he sounded sad but anger was taking over quickly. You dropped your head more and nodded. Jensen’s eyes widened. He swallowed a lump in his throat that grew within seconds. He felt sick. “What….What did he hit you with? Because that mark that you just described doesn’t sound like a foot or a fist to me.” he was pissed now. You knew he would be. One of the reasons why you didn’t want to say anything.

“A baseball bat.” you said quietly, still not looking at him.

“A what!?” he sat back pulling his hand off your knee. He sat there for a minute, then he got up off the couch and started slowly pacing around the room. Every once in awhile running his hands through his hair or across the back of his neck.

“A baseball bat!? He hit you with a fucking baseball bat!?” he kept pacing. You sighed.

“It was wooden, it wasn’t metal.” He stopped and looked at you, you still didn’t look up from your lap.

“Oh, because that makes it so much better!” he dragged a hand down the front of his face. “Why?”

“What?” you looked up slightly but didn’t make eye contact with him.

“Why? Why did he do it? Did this scumbag even have a reason!?” his voice rose as he went on.

“Jensen……it doesn’t…..” He cut you off.

“Why Y/N!? I really want to know!” You gulped. You still didn’t look at him. You could picture his face perfectly fine in your head.

“Because I was…..I was texting you.” He starred at you for a minute while he processed what you just said.

“He hit you with a bat because you were texting me? Are you serious?”

“He thought I was cheating on him.”

“How!? What were we texting about!?”

“You text me, asking if I was going to be at your party the next day, and that you couldn’t wait to see me.” It was silent, for what seemed like forever.

“Wait…” he thought for a minute, and then it clicked. “He did that the night before Jared threw me that birthday party?” You nodded and you heard him scoff.

“That son of a bitch.” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

“Jensen……” you stood up and slowly started walking over to him. You knew he was pissed, and you wanted to stop this conversation and calm him down. He knows enough, but he cut you off again.

“I was talking with that guy all day…I shook his hand…..the same ones that hurt you!” Here it is, now hes starting to blame himself, like he should have seen it, he should have known and done something about it. He was disgusted. He dropped his head and shook it. “How long did this go on for?”

“Can we not…” He looked up at you.

“How Long!?” he didn’t mean to yell at you, but he knows this much, hes thinking there’s no backing down now.

“About 3 months.” now you dropped your head.

“He kept hurting you for 3 months?” You nodded. He swallowed another lump in his throat. “How, and when, did you leave him?” You made your way back to the couch as you explained.

“It got really bad one night. I just got back from hanging out with you and Jared. He knew where I was when he came home and I wasn’t there. I walked through the door and he came up to me and immediately ripped my stuff out of my hands, throwing it all to the floor. Then he grabbed me, hit me a couple times and then threw me along with my stuff. Somehow I got to my phone and got to my favorite contacts before he hit me again. I reached out and hit wherever I could knowing there’s only three people on there and praying that they’d answer. There’s only Jared, Gen, and……..and you. I ended up hitting Jared, because about ten or so minutes later, he showed up with a couple cops.” He sighed and just stood there for a minute, trying to take all this in. He reached up and rubbed his temples as if he was getting a headache.

“Why hasn’t Jared ever told me about this?” You shook your head.

“I don’t know. He probably thought that you’d find Seth and kill him.” you let out a short dry chuckle.

“Yeah, well he’d be right.” he released a deep sigh. You haven’t really looked at him once during this whole conversation, and even though he understood, it was killing him. He moved around the coffee table and knelt down in between your legs becoming level with you.

“Y/N look at me.” he reached up and grabbed your chin lightly, lifting your head so that he could look you in the eyes. After hearing all this, hes afraid to even touch you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m sorry for yelling. I’m not mad at you. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

“I know your not mad at me. And J, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know. Don’t blame yourself for that.” you had a tear slowly slide down your cheek. He reached up, cupped your cheek and wiped it away with his thumb.

Being so comfortable in the moment, you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. Both of your heart rates went up. You opened your eyes again and he gave you a sad smile. He slowly moved his hand to the back of your neck, your eyes never leaving each others. He pulled you toward him and laid your head on his shoulder. He wanted to kiss you, God did he want to, but, then he thought about Jared, and all the other reasons of why he shouldn’t.

You both sat there like that for awhile, not wanting to move. He was running his hand through your hair, it was so relaxing, and it felt so good to be in his arms. You both slowly pulled away, your cheeks brushed against each other. Before you fully pulled away from each other, Jensen went to kiss you on the cheek, but ended up catching the corner of your mouth. He stiffened and was going to pull away, until something he thought would never happen, happened. You kissed him back.

Part 7

anonymous asked:

I seems like a huge assumption to believe Lyanna resented Rhaegar. Rhaegar had long been suspected to overthrow Aerys, and he couldn't do that if Robert killed Aerys and himself. Each had a greater purpose to play and as a Lyanna stan I'm almost insulted that you think she had no idea of the prophecy ahead and just ran off with him. She was too smart for that. Also, in no way did Lyanna state her son was "to be raised as a Stark", she asked for Ned's protection. Your answer is too biased.

Oh my god, anon. That’s your defense for Rhaegar’s declaring for Aerys, that he wanted to overthrow him and couldn’t do it if Robert killed him? You really want to paint this as Rhaegar having no choice but to go to war to save his life? Nope. That was Robert and Ned. They were the ones who had no choice but to go to war if they didn’t want to be executed to satisfy Aerys’ paranoia; to not wage war was to die.

Robert was not the detriment to Rhaegar’s plans to overthrow Aerys, Rhaegar himself was. He was the one who threw it all away by disappearing with Lyanna for months, showing no regard at all to the family whose daughter he absconded with and forcing them to go to his father to seek him and their daughter. Rhaegar was the one who stayed hidden for months leaving literally everyone else to take the fall for his actions. Don’t put this on Robert. Up until the Sack of King’s Landing and Robert’s condoning of the murder of Elia and her children, Robert Baratheon was fighting for a just cause. Robert’s actions were not what influenced Rhaegar’s decision to declare for Aerys, his desire to protect his crown was.

If Rhaegar cared about justice or the realm, he would have sued for peace in any way that he could. He made this mess and so it was his responsibility to clean it up. I’m not going to give him props for planning to overthrow Aerys when his own actions destabilized the realm and cost thousands of lives. I know fandom is very fond of absolving Rhaegar of any culpability in the rebellion and putting it all on Aerys but while Aerys has the lion’s share of the blame, Rhaegar is not an innocent party. It was his folly that created the situation that inspired the rebellion.

Do you truly think Lyanna would care for Rhaegar’s grand plan of fighting her brother, putting Ned’s life in danger when he was only looking for justice for their father and brother? Do you think she would care for Rhaegar declaring for her family’s murderer? Or be fine with him battling the Northern force that answered her family’s call to war to defend the Starks of Winterfell? Lyanna who has a high sense of justice and honor and Northern nationalism as demonstrated by her actions as the Knight of the Laughing Tree? Tell me, anon, why should Rhaegar’s plans matter to Lyanna when he was fighting in the name of the guy who murdered her family? Yes, he spoke of change to Jaime but it was a change that he wanted to dictate the terms of, after his planned win on the Trident….after killing Robert and possibly killing Ned, not to mention Hoster Tully and Jon Arryn. Rhaegar wanted the power to implement his own version of change and was perfectly willing to sacrifice the lives of hundreds so as not to lose it, even though his abuse of power was what caused the mess in the first place. What kind of positive change could ever be built on the bodies of those who wanted justice for the crown’s crimes?

And what about the orders the Kingsguard had to prevent anyone, even Lyanna’s own brother, from getting to her? Does that not ring any alarms for you? Do you think someone with Lyanna’s personality would have been content to stay in Dorne after finding out about the horrors that had befallen her family and that her two surviving brothers were in danger? Because if you think so, then we’re not talking about the same Lyanna.

Each had a greater purpose to play and as a Lyanna stan I’m almost insulted that you think she had no idea of the prophecy ahead and just ran off with him. She was too smart for that.

As a Lyanna stan, you should know that Lyanna is not dutiful. She is not the kind of person to go with something she hates just because it’s her duty. Otherwise she wouldn’t have run from marrying Robert in the first place. I don’t understand why people are so convinced that Lyanna must have known about the prophecy from the get go. She was fifteen. What fifteen year old thinks it’s a swell idea to run off with a married man just so she could be an incubator to fulfill “a greater purpose”? Headstrong, free-spirited Lyanna definitely wouldn’t. I don’t discount the possibility that she found out about the prophecy at some point but if she did, it was after they were in Dorne and after they slept together….probably even after she fell pregnant.

Lyanna’s intelligence is not the determining factor in this conversation; it’s her youth and impulsiveness we should be talking about. No one asked Lyanna whether she wanted to marry Robert or not, and no one cared about her objections to the match. She was expected to pretend not to see Robert’s extramarital affairs or his bastards. And here was Rhaegar, a vision of a crown prince, presenting her with a choice which is probably what enticed Lyanna the most; leaving with Rhaegar was her choice. Rhaegar symbolized her freedom and her right to choose her own path, and so she left with him because she didn’t want the boundaries of a marriage to Robert with his fixed ideas about what a wife should be like. Rhaegar was someone who respected her willfulness and her actions as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, who wouldn’t try to make her match an image inside his head. Lyanna was looking for freedom, but she ran into a different kind of prison, something that she only found out after it was too late.

Also, in no way did Lyanna state her son was “to be raised as a Stark”, she asked for Ned’s protection.

Ah yes, I’m sure Lyanna expected Ned to send Jon across the Narrow Sea and protect him in spirit. I’m sure she didn’t look at her brother’s tiny doppelganger of a baby and feel relief that Ned could keep him close and look after him without raising suspicion.