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[branwinged]

You created me, Daemon.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-)

[fandomafterhours]

Daemon Targaryen does not wait for permission.

He never has.

So when he appears in your doorway, unannounced and unbothered by the laws he pretends to despise, it is not surprise that you feel—it is inevitability. Like the moment a blade finally decides to fall.

“You’re avoiding me,” he says, as if it amuses him.

As if you are a problem he has already solved.

The room feels smaller with him in it. Not because he takes up space, but because he refuses to yield any of it back. Every glance is a claim. Every silence, a challenge.

“You mistake persistence for interest,” you answer.

That earns you a smile.

Not warm. Never warm. Daemon does not offer warmth unless it burns.

“Do I?” he murmurs, stepping closer anyway. “Or do I simply refuse to lose what I’ve decided is mine?”

The air shifts when he stops in front of you. Close enough that restraint becomes a choice, not a circumstance.

His voice drops.

“Tell me to leave.”

A beat.

His gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes—like he is waiting for a lie.

“You won’t,” he decides for you, before you can answer.

And the worst part is… he’s right.

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[ramen-writes]

Neurodivergent assassin who very casually uses their weapons as stim.

Turning on and off the safety of their gun. Tapping and spinning their dagger. Watching the poison in the vial move as they flip in and then back.

Nobody says anything because...well they're an assassin.

Turns on safety, presses trigger, turns off safety repeat.

People around them are in constant fear.

Chewing the end of their poison tipped dagger when they try to figure out a plan.

Wash their hands too much cause they don't like how sticky blood is.

However overtime it becomes a weird single to others.

Everyone is anxious trying to figure something out and they hear a little "click click" and it's just slightly calming to know that they have this person there and they are thinking of a plan.

Someone hands them a drink but it flows just a little too weird and they are like, "hmm that's poison" then chuck it because they have built up immunity.

No table that doesn't have something carved into it.

Never a situation where they don't have enough bullets because this person takes out the cartridge and puts it back as stim.

They take apart their guns and put them back over time being crazy fast and efficient with it.

Just give me a neurodivergent assassin/spy.

[super-ion]

Concept: cursed blade rehabilitation center. Destroying a sentient weapon is expensive and highly unethical, so adventurers bring them to the center where highly trained staff can care for them and eventually find them forever homes. It turns out most cursed weapons are products of trauma and are not strictly evil themselves. Some blades turn out to be fiercely protective companions. Others don't even want to be weapons at all, finding joy in simple work like blacksmithing or farming. Most blades just need to be loved.

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“The mission doesn’t include protecting you.”

His tone is flat, clinical—like your presence is just another variable he’s already accounted for and dismissed. You should’ve expected it. Everyone warned you about him.

But when the alarms go off and the corridor fills with movement you can’t even track, he steps in front of you anyway. Like it’s instinct. Like you were always part of the equation he pretends doesn’t exist.

[theroaringhedgefoxblog]

you know a category 5 event has hit the fandom when the tags look like this

[fandomafterhours]

Dean Winchester notices you the second you get too quiet.

“Don’t start,” he says, not looking up from what he’s doing.

“I didn’t say anything,” you reply, leaning a little closer than necessary.

That earns you a glance. Quick. Sharp. Like he’s deciding whether you’re trouble or just bored.

“You’re thinkin’ loud,” he says.

“Am I?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “And I don’t like what it sounds like.”

You smile. “Maybe you’d like it more if I said it out loud.”

That gets him to stop completely.

“…Careful,” Dean says, voice lower now. “You keep talkin’ like that, and I’m gonna start thinkin’ too.”

[fandomafterhours]

thinking about him grabbing your wrist mid-argument and suddenly you forget how to speak properly

like you were winning that argument a second ago and now you’re just… not

[pusheensad]

Mentally I’m here 🌧️ 🩶

[julia-the-autumn-witch-deactiva]

[spicymochi]

little pumpkin thieves

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[leech-mother]

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[for-lost-souls]

You've wandered far enough for today. Would you like a hot chocolate?

Take your time, tonight, the stars will be up. Try spotting a constellation or two.