#ANSWERED. ( alena. )

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sacredpyre asked:

🎵-any

" The colour of the rainbow so pretty in the sky. Are so on the faces of people going by."

@sacredpyre: Accepting // Send me “🎵” and I’ll post a starter using lyrics from a song I recently listened to!

[veilkeeper]

1, 2, 7 for ALENA. HA.

you can't keep getting away with this, she only exists in our DMs alexander.

for context: alena ingellvar is my 2H warrior dwarf that i'm working on. (she/he pronouns). i have screenshots of him that i can post later, because i did make her in the CC and she is wildly hot.

(questions from here)

1. How old is Rook?

early 30s. she's established in the Watch but still has many many years of service ahead of him.

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

the "thinks in straight lines" bit doesn't really work for her, actually, so i had to think on this. i think it still comes from chess, but it comes from castling; switching the position of your rook and your king to protect the king and make the rook a more active piece on the board. that is, alena is focused on being the do-er that stands in the frontline so other people don't have to. as for how he feels about it... i don't think she minds it from varric, because he uses nicknames for everyone, but once it starts being a Thing that everyone calls her it starts to get weird for him. feels less like it's her that people are talking to and more like they're talking to the concept of "rook."

7. Why does Rook agree to join the Veilguard?

simple: she can do more good out in the world right now than he would staying home. there's weird stuff going on, someone is trying to take down the veil, and if she stayed, she'd be put on the backburner. by leaving with varric, he's able to actually put her skills to use and help keep the natural order.

[sah1x1s-archived]

@sacredpyre asked:

“History is written by the victors.” for loki

"Or so we think, witchling," Loki remarked on her thought absentmindedly, his green eyes searching the vast expanse of the space before the two of them.

"Perhaps the victors are actually the losers who won in an unbecoming manner."

[theunknownmasks]

@ Luci so did you make lulu land because you can't ride the big kid ride at the other parks?

"Who are you? Was is this? Some kind of joke? It's not very funny." He rhetorically asked the blond woman in front of him, he wasn't impressed by such a question. She was lucky she was hot and looked a lot like his wife but, the comment was a jab at his shortness.

[anunkindncss]

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party For Jason

The fork paused halfway to his mouth.

Barely a twitch. Barely a flinch. But under the table—where no one could see—Alena’s fingers were trailing a slow, deliberate line up his thigh, and Jason Todd, man of a thousand brooding stares and bite-back threats, very nearly forgot how to chew. At a god damn Wayne Benefit.

He made a low sound—something between a cleared throat and a grunt—and dropped his fork with a clink against the plate. “You okay, Mr. Todd?” someone across the table asked, blissfully oblivious. The high and mighty few always were when wining and dining.

Jason didn’t look at them. Didn’t even blink. His gaze was locked straight ahead, jaw clenched just tight enough to make his cheek twitch, the muscle ticking once—twice, before he exhaled slowly through his nose.

“I’m great,” he muttered, voice like gravel soaked in bourbon. “Peachy.” Under the table, his hand dropped casually gripping her wrist just firm enough to warn, not stop. He leaned toward her, lips brushing the shell of her ear in a whisper that sounded a hell of a lot like a promise wrapped in a threat:

“Touch me again like that... and we’re not staying for dessert.”

[cocoelle]

Rocco: Hi Mom.

Alena: Rocco what a surprise.

Rocco: I know it's been a while since we've talked. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow? But only if you can get away from him.

Alena: He's out of town on business or something, so yes I can meet you tomorrow.

Rocco: Ok see you tomorrow then.

Rocco: Hi Mom, I see some things haven't changed at all.

Alena: Rocco please don't start, you know he doesn't mean to do what he does.

Rocco: Let's not do this again, that's not why I asked you to meet me.

Alena: Ok, why did you ask me then?

Rocco: Briana is doing a project about our family tree, and well she came across some information that says I have a sister that I don't know about.

Alena: Oh ok, how is Brianan doing? She must be around 15 by now?

Rocco: She's 16, but you didn't answer my question Mom. Do Kane and I have a sister?

Alena: Yes you do have a sister.

Rocco: And you never thought this is something Kane and I should know? For fucks sake Mom.

Alena: Rocco I'm sor....sorry, your father threatened me if I ever told you. I couldn't go against him, you understand right?

Rocco: No...no I don't understand Mom. That man has ruined so many lives, I don't understand how you can stay with him.

Alena: He's my husband Rocco, I know you don't understand, but I love him.

Rocco: I don't think I'll ever understand Mom. Anyway, what can you tell me about this sister I don't know.

Alena: Your father had an affair around the time he threw Kane out. It lasted until she found out that he was married and that he had thrown one of his own kids out. She ended it and wouldn't let him see his daughter, not that he wanted to anyway.

Rocco: You knew about her this whole time?

Alena: You were only 17 Rocco, what was I supposed to say?

Rocco: Oh I don't know Mom, maybe "Your father cheated on me and you're gonna have a sister".

Alena: And ruin your plans to go to University, I couldn't do that Rocco.

Rocco: What do you mean, ruin my plans?

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[ofteaandmagic]

"I stayed up all night wondering where the sun went, then it dawned on me."

@sacredpyre

Oh puns, how she LOVED puns! There's a look of amusement and delight mixed together upon Mellie's face, unable to help either emotion; hands clapped together, and a laugh broke free to show this.

And she knew full well that Alena hadn't quite literally stayed up all night.

“Oh, that's a delight one!” Comes a chuckle once more, still unable to help it.

[soulsuckrrs]

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."-Elliadore

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | @sacredpyre

A smile so warm and playful spread Elliadore's lips into something fun and flirty, his light eyes turning up from the small plant he was tending to, a little bonsai tree that showed his care and affection in how perfectly maintained and green it was. His hands lowered from the tree and sat the small pruning shears he held, wiping his hands off Eli moved over to Alena, one hand moving to brush against her chin and tilt her head up some as he looked down on her. "Only if you promise to give it back," he said on a soft breath, tone low and only slightly suggestive as his eyes dropped to her lips in anticipation. He didn't really wait for her response, knowing he'd give her a kiss whether or not she'd give it back to him later-- Eli swept down, his warm lips brushing against hers in a tender and intimate kiss, slow and affectionate before he deepened it with his free hand brushing against her hip to draw closer.

[kissitbttr]

baby gumi is the absolute cutest and i love him with all my heart but imagine having to bless toji with a beautiful baby girl. i know for a fact that there is nothing in this world that he wouldn’t kill for her. he would be an ultimate girl dad and be completely smitten every time he hears his little baby babble. spoiling her with toys, new clothes, ballerina shoes and the most expensive crib / playpen because she deserves the best. toji wouldn’t even care how many times you have told him that he’s spending too much money on her because he sees nothing wrong with that.

everyday, toji wakes up first thing in the morning before you do. planting a kiss on your forehead before getting up from the bed and head towards her room. he carefully twists the doorknob open just in case she hasn’t awaken yet and peak his head in.

nothing but all smiles painted across toji’s face when he sees his baby already sitting up and adorable eyes glancing at him. shooting him a cute gummy smile along with soft giggles. her bottom bouncing against the soft mattress as she claps both hands, feeling overwhelmed with happiness when she sees her father approaching,

“good morning, pretty girl” toji coos with a grin, scooping her in his arms. “how’s my little alena doing, hm? had a good sleep my sweet princess?” toji presses a light kiss against her soft cheek making her squeal.

alena. it means light. a name that you and toji had discussed prior birth. one that stuck to him and he wanted nothing more than to name that for her.

so whenever someone asks ‘why alena?’ it would be an easy answer because his daughter is the light of his life. the moment he heard her first cry, he was ready to give her everything. to move heaven and earth for her. the same vow he had given you on the day of your marriage.

toji lets out a hearty chuckle before stepping out of her room, chubby fingers wander all over his face and down to his scar. it has become obvious that your daughter somehow had a quite fix on that one. always drawn into it.

“wanna make breakfast for mama with me?” he asks, stepping carefully down to the stairs as she answers with the happiest squeal he has ever heard in a baby, legs swinging back and forth out of excitement once she hears the word ‘mama’

“i know kid, mama makes me happy too”

[the-fiction-witch]

Needs

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Alena Targaryen (Rhaenyra's Daughter, Aegons Wife) Rating - Smutty / Flirty Word Count - 1650

Aegon sat in his chambers of course drinking and sulking as usual,

Alena marched into the chamber in her usual emerald gown with small black accents, her hair in a long braid, "Some men would be thankful, even joyous to see their wives alive" she glared a little,

"I might." Aegon spat in response before he finally gave his gaze upon her person, taking in her hair and figure. He could recall the memories of the previous nights they spent in the same chambers. "I trust the island was well while you were there, and your mother is still as insufferable as always." He said with his usual air of arrogance,

"Mother was mother planning endlessly, Daemon taking well to fatherly life, Jacaerys struggling with his high valerian, Lucaerys struggling with puberty, the twins reckless and the new babies adorable. All of which send their pleasties” she explained as she took a goblet from the table and filled her goblet with the wine Aegon has been drinking as she spoke finally collapsing down in the chair by the fire,

Aegon’s attention was peaked as Alena mentioned the new babes but he didn’t want it to become evident that he cared. So instead he poured himself another drink, taking a few sips before he answered in a dry tone. “I’m not too interested in your family on Dragonstone nor am I interested in my sister's bastards.” He said with a slight scowl. In truth, none of his ire was towards Alena, just the fact that he had been alone for the past few weeks.

“I lied. Gave them your pleasnties” she chuckled sipping her wine

Aegon raised an eyebrow as she spoke, taking a few steps until he hovered just above her at the fireplace. He couldn't help but admire her in this moment, her emerald-green gown was hugging her form, and her hair was braided and fell over her shoulders, gently tickling her collarbone. “Did you?” He said with an amused chuckle, setting his goblet down next to hers as he took a seat on the arm of the chair she sat in.

“I did. Your be surprised how often I lie for you”

Aegon let out a chuckle though the way she spoke didn't go unnoticed. He could hear the disdain in her voice that told him she didn't enjoy doing such things, yet the fact she did so anyway made him admire her. “Well then…” He reached out and took her hand, gently tracing his fingers over her knuckles with his thumb. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers. They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping on their drinks before Aegon finally spoke up. “I had grown used to your presence at my side and your absence made me irritated at times.” He spoke softly, his thumb still tracing the back of her hand. He felt more vulnerable when he was around Alena but it made him want to tell her the truth in his thoughts.

“is that your way of saying you missed me?” She raised an eyebrow

Aegon rolled his eyes as he gave her a teasing smile. “Missed you is a strong word…” He looked down at their intertwined hands and the way the flames of the fire flickered across their skin. “But I admit I felt your absence when you were gone.” He finally said, looking back up at her.

“as did I…” She said “But... I wanted a word”

Aegon nodded to show her he was listening, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he spoke. “And what would you like to speak about?” Aegon asked, taking a small sip of his wine before giving her his undivided attention.

“Rhaenyra As it stands is still your father's heir. Even is president and I'm sure the realm's preference is for you to sit on the throne when viserys passes... Which we both know is happening sooner than later”

Aegon nodded in agreement with her as she spoke, already knowing where this conversation was going. He finished his drink from his cup before he spoke, “Yes, I’m sure you’ve already taken the hint by now but my father isn’t well and likely won’t live much longer. He will be dead soon.” Aegon’s voice was blunt, the idea of his father’s impending death didn’t fill him with dread and he spoke of it with nonchalance.

“as upsetting as that will be... We must understand that this isn't going to be a simple transition.” She sighed “And as it stands Rhaenyra sits as heir to the Iron Throne, Daemon her king consort, my brother Jacaerys sits as heir after her leaving him as heir to Dragonstone the seat of the Iron Thrones heir, Lucaerys heir to Driftmark, even disregarding... Female children” her tone pointed given Alena was Rhaenyra’s firstborn child and should be her heir but given she was a girl her brother was heir and not her my mother sits with four male heirs. “You sit as viserys heir and we have... Nothing. I believe it would improve your claim... If we were to have a child”

Aegon nodded as she spoke, though his eyes widened as she mentioned pregnancy. He was already familiar with the fact that Alena wasn’t exactly a maternal type, but then again did any woman want to willingly become pregnant. “Are you sure?” He asked in a soft tone, reaching out to take her free hand in his, while his thumb gently caressed her.

“do we really have much of a choice?”

“No, I suppose we don’t.” Aegon said with a shrug, he was right in a sense. They were married, and both were expected to produce heirs and they’d been married a whole year and not even attempted to. “When… would you like to start?” He finally murmured the question as he leaned in closer to her.

“When the sky runs to ash” she joked before she finished her wine in one large gulp “let's just get this over with” she sighed pushing herself out the chair and heading towards their bedroom

Aegon couldn’t help but chuckle at her little quip, though he felt butterflies in his stomach as he rose from his own chair and followed her into their chambers, his eyes wandering over her figure and her braid once more.

She stood by the bed and didn't even bother to undo her hair or her gown fully he just loosened the lowest ties and laid herself down on the bed with her ankles against the bedposts, her gown around her knees for him to move when ready, This was almost exactly how she laid for their bedding ceremony and any other times they had to 'do their duty' and consummate their marriage, even if Aegon has always made sure it was not possible to give her a child, now that is what he knew he had to do even if neither really want to, Alena sighed her hands on her stomach her chest rising a falling with each breath

Aegon took a deep breath as he reached the bed, taking in the sight of her for a few moments. Even though she didn’t want this and neither did he he couldn’t help but think she looked beautiful. He took a few steps closer to the bed, before he climbed onto the mattress and hovered over her “Please tell me to stop…” Aegon murmured before leaning down and kissing her neck.

“why?”

Aegon continued to kiss along her neck, gently nipping at her skin now and then before he pulled away and looked down at her, he had a hand on either side of her head as he leaned on his forearms. “Because I don’t want to continue if you feel uncomfortable.” He murmured, looking down into her eyes. He wouldn’t dream of forcing himself on her if she didn’t want this. “my comfort is not your concern,” she answered “we have to have a child for a good of the realm”

Aegon sighed softly, though he did have some concern for her. He sat up now, kneeling between her thighs as he gently undid her laces, he would have to be gentle. “Just tell me if you want to stop…” He mumbled again, even though she had reassured him he didn’t want to hurt her. While he focused on undoing her gown, his hand gently caressed her waist.

Alena bit her tounge and nodded

Aegon nodded back as he finished untightening her laces, he shifted his position so they were still on their knees but they were almost face to face now. He reached out, gently pushing the silken gown off her shoulders and down her arms. “You can touch me too you know…” He said lowly, his voice was slightly teasing as he continued to undress her.

she shook her head as she laid on her bed almost dissociating as I'd leaving her body and whatever Aegon was to do to her

Aegon paused, taking a moment before he reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. Though he was slightly frustrated at her reaction he kept his frustration under wraps as he pulled her closer.

“Darling… look at me.” He said softly, his voice was still quiet as he gently lifted her chin so she met his gaze. “I know we… Have to do this. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it,” he cooed, “Tonight,” he smiled moving her legs off the bedposts and cradling her in his arms, “We shall not think of the realm, or our duty, or of any needs… but our own. Our own needs and desires. Tonight we shall think only of pleasure and I promise I will do anything I can to get you pregnant but we will enjoy it as we do, Okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled stroking his cheek and kissing him as they both moved to flip over, 

[dummy-daisy]

Hii, I wanted to ask what kind of videos you watch. I remember that you posted about not having anymore vids to watch and I wanted some recommendations. Byee

i've had this in my asks for a while and finally got around to answer it.

my favorite categories include:

ruined orgasms (female and male ones)

edging videos (especially if there's lots of talking/whining)

painful anal sex

anything with chastity belts

pussy torture / sometimes nipple torture

throatfucks

in general i prefer amateur videos, but i do enjoy the assylum videos, they combine my painful anal, humiliation, pain and piss kink!

now to some of my favorites on Pornhub:

i absolutely LOVE TheSweetMartini, they make exactly my kind of porn! chastity, female orgasm denial, edging

for ruined orgasm content, i love QuinnPie and prettyenby

Rosie and Alena's videos are of course classics

and my favorite couple on xhamster:

GreatMasterSword do amazing spanking, throatfuck and rough fucking videos

other than that i mostly just scroll and see what turns me on 😊

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sacredpyre asked:

"Coffee break? I think you need one."-Natasha

Natasha had got really caught up in trying to get as much information about her upcoming mission so that they were all prepared. She had not realised how long she had been at this until the other had come in and said coffee. "Coffee break?" She says as she looks up from her notebook. " How long have I been working away?"

@sacredpyre: Answered// A meme for muses who don't take breaks.

[ineffablywriting]

favourite crime - part iii

part iii - lemon slice

Harry Styles and Olivia Wilde Have A Family Day Out.

Alena swiped the article off her screen as she sat in the waiting room alone. She probably could have asked Anne or Gemma to come in with her, and she knew they would have been here without a second thought, but a part of Alena wanted to do this alone. 

She was now over eighteen weeks pregnant and her doctor wanted her to have another scan done, which meant another appointment. The first time she’d gone in to see her specialist, she’d blushed furiously when she’d asked her about her baby’s father. 

The pitying look she’d received when she’d had to admit he wasn’t in the picture, had made Alena feel so small - though when she thinks back to it now, it could have been a projection of her own imagination, her doctor had been nothing but kind to her. 

Still, she hadn’t wanted anyone else to bear witness to her shame, so she hadn’t told anyone when she’d had her first scan done, nor when she’d had her second. But now she was due to get the paperwork for her third scan and she found herself wondering what it would be like not to do everything on her own. 

She glanced around the waiting room again, eyes lingering on a mum who was rocking a pram back and forth while her baby slept. Alena tried to imagine herself in her shoes, wondered if she would look as frazzled as the woman in front of her did - and knew she’d probably look worse when an equally tired looking man approached her with a glass of water and soft spoken words Alena couldn’t make out. 

She looked away from the couple, feeling like she was intruding on a private moment. 

-

She was barely in with the doctor for more than fifteen minutes before she was leaving again, a slip of a referral tucked into her little handbag and another two appointments booked in two weeks' time for a scan and results review. 

She’d asked if she could bring someone with her to those appointments and her doctor had smiled at her and agreed without missing a beat.

And now Alena was debating whether it was the right thing to do. She wanted to share the moment with Anne and Gemma but she couldn’t help but think about the way Harry would react when he found out. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t let him dictate anything more in her life and yet her brain and heart continued to flood her with thoughts and feelings about what he would say. 

She shook herself out of it, angry that he was still able to make her feel so small and concerned for his feelings when he clearly had no regard for hers - a pant shot through her at the pictures she’d seen this morning of Harry and Olivia with her two kids. 

She had to start thinking about herself. 

So, she pulled out her phone and pressed on Gemma’s contact, her heart beating faster as the phone rang and rang. 

Just as Alena thought she wasn’t going to get an answer, Gemma picked up. “Hello?” 

“Um, hey, Gem. How are you?” 

“Lena, hey! I was just thinking about you. How are you? How’s my little niece or nephew?” she asked cheerfully. 

Alena felt herself smiling at the questions, her heart filling with joy at the silent reminder that between her, Gemma and Anne, her baby would never be lacking in love. 

“We’re both doing well,” she responded. “I’m actually leaving the doctors office now,” she admitted. “Everything seems to be going well.” 

“You had an appointment today? Why didn’t you tell me? Or mum?” Gemma asked, and Alena could hear the frown in her voice. 

“That’s actually kinda what I’m calling about,” she said, glad for the segue. “I’m due to have an ultrasound in two weeks. I was wondering if you or Anne wanted to come along? You definitely don’t have to, but I would like it if one of you could be there,” she tacked on, slightly nervous that she’d be turned down, as unlikely as it may have been. 

“We’d love to!” Gemma replied excitedly. “Mum is going to be so chuffed. She’s been wanting to ask to come along to these appointments but we didn’t want to overstep. Did you want to call her? No, you know what, come over for dinner tonight and we can tell her together. She’ll be so excited. Are you going to find out the gender?” She rambled, and Alena felt her cheeks stretch into a happy smile. 

“I think so. I want to start thinking of names and getting a nursery set up. I can’t believe I’m almost halfway through,” she mused. 

“And I’ll get to know if I’m gonna be an aunt or uncle,” Gemma joked, making Alena’s smile turn into a full blown laugh - partly because she hadn’t been expecting the silliness, but mostly because of pure relief. She didn’t think she’d ever stop feeling that sense of relief. Not while she was always expecting them to one day tell her to stop calling, that Harry had been right and they wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She knew it was unfair to Anne and Gemma who had never shown anything but excitement for the new addition to the family. But Harry’s words and threats always seemed to be lingering at the back of Alena’s mind. 

She rubbed her little bump, feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness that her baby would never know their dad. Not in the way she’d always hoped they would, anyway. 

-

“Have you had enough to drink, dear?” Anne fussed, trying to hand Alena a bottle of water. 

“Mum,” Gemma grabbed the bottle before Alena could say anything. “She only needs to drink a bottle this time, remember?” 

Alena looked at Gemma curiously, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why do you know that?”

“We googled,” she explained, making Lena let out a small nervous chuckle. 

“It’s my first grandbaby,” Anne said excitedly. “We want to make sure we know how to help.” There was a jitteriness to her today, an excitement that sparkled in her eyes, that made her appear so much younger. 

Lena’s heart swelled in her chest until she felt like it might burst.

The amount of love Gemma and Anne had been showing her these last few months almost made up for the lack of Harry in her life. Almost. 

But Lena didn’t want to think about that, focusing on the fact that she was going to see her baby today, well, an image of her baby. But her baby nonetheless. 

And, if she was lucky, she’d find out if she was having a boy or a girl and she was so excited. 

Two hours later, they were walking back out of the hospital, smiles firmly in place and hearts full of love.

“A little girl. I can’t believe it.”

Anne and Gemma were huddled over the little photo the ultrasound technician had printed out for them, their eyes shining and cheeks still wet with tears. 

“I’m going to have a niece,” Gemma breathed. “I can’t wait to braid her curly little head of hair.” 

“We don’t know if her hair will be curly yet, Gem,” Lena laughed, cheeks pained from the permanent smile that had been on her face all morning.  

Gemma looked pointedly at Alena’s hair, wisps of curls handing down to frame her face while the rest of her hair had been thrown into a ponytail. “Between you and Harry, I think it’s a safe bet.” 

Anne looked up, glancing cautiously at Alena. It had been the first time in a while either of them had brought up Harry and his part in Lena’s pregnancy. 

But Alena just laughed, too content and happy to let anything ruin today. “Fair enough,” she agreed. She was going to have a healthy, happy, curly haired, beautiful baby girl. 

-

“Mum?” Harry called, kicking his shoes off and shuffling into the kitchen. 

He hadn’t seen his mum and Gemma for a couple of weeks after having yet another argument with them about Lena. 

He sighed at the lack of response. 

Either his mother hadn't heard him or she was still upset enough with him not to reply. But Harry loved his mum and wasn’t willing to let this argument go on any longer. 

He sat on a stool in the kitchen, deciding the best option was to wait for her to come downstairs where he could corner her. He’d stopped by their favourite bakery on the way over and bought her a lemon slice that he carefully placed on the counter in front of him. 

His gaze caught on what looked almost like a series of camera negatives underneath a pile of papers. 

He rolled his eyes and let out a disgruntled sigh at the information printed on the sheets and pushed them aside, frustrated that no matter what he said his family still seemed to think he was going to be a dad. 

He pushed down the part of him that agreed with them, hoping the truth would come out and prove that Lena was just trying to take advantage of his fame and family. He didn’t know what he would do if he was going to be a father, other than beg for forgiveness. He wasn’t heartless no matter how many times Gemma told him he was. 

But Jeff had told him the truth of everything, he told himself. About how he’d heard Lena on the phone with someone planning to pass this kid off as his own. 

Then why did she sign those papers, his conscience whispered back at him. Sign them and amend them to want nothing from you. 

He frowned, his chest tightening as his eyes drifted back to the ultrasound images. What if the baby was his? 

He sighed loudly and gave in, reaching out for the pictures. He swallowed loudly at the distinctive shape of a small growing baby, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, a part of him couldn't help but feel guilty at how he’d been treating Alena. But Harry wouldn’t give in.

This baby couldn’t be his. They’d been so careful. They’d always used protection - except once and Alena had taken the morning after pill immediately after.  

No, this baby wasn’t his, he told himself, stomping out the image in his head of Alena with a baby in her hands with curly brown hair and green eyes. 

“Harry?” 

Harry dropped the pictures in his hand onto the table and jumped up from his seat, startled at his mum’s voice. 

Anne looked around him, noticing what he’d just been holding and rushed forwards, picking the pictures up and shielding them from him. 

Harry rolled his eyes. “Jesus, mum, they’re just pictures.”

“Don’t swear,” she reprimanded him. 

Harry ignored her. “Me touching them isn’t going to harm her child.” Anne glared at him and Harry deflated. “Please, can we not argue about this anymore? I just want things to go back to how they were before Alena-”

“If not going to say a single bad thing, Harry Styles, I suggest you keep them to yourself if you want to remain a part of this family. I did not raise you to be like your father.” Anne cut him off, using a comparison she knew would hurt.

Harry bit his tongue before he said anything else, hating the parallel made to his dad. This was why he didn’t want any kids. He didn’t know how to be a dad. He didn’t want to be a dad. 

“Ok, ok.” There was a pause where neither of them said anything before Harry spoke again. “I - I brought you a lemon slice,” he told her, gesturing to the little box on the table. “A truce offering.”

“I’m not the one you should be bringing treats for,” Anne replied, though not as coldly as before, as she uncrossed her arms. 

“Mum, can we please not?” Harry asked, softly. “Can we just disagree and let it go? I won’t bring it up with you and Gemma again. I miss dropping in for lunch .” 

“Fine,” Anne moved past him, opening the little yellow box and picking up the pastry inside. “But you should know, Gemma will be here soon and she’s not as forgiving as I am.” 

“Where is she?” Harry frowned, knowing his sister would be a much tougher nut to crack. But he could do it. And maybe, slowly, before they got hurt by the truth, he could convince them this baby had no part in their lives.

“She was at the doctor with Lena,” his mum said casually, turning to put the kettle on. “I think they’re both coming here after.” 

“Why? Is everything ok?” The words slipped out without his permission. 

“Yes. There’s lots of doctor visits when you’re pregnant.” 

Harry blushed. Actually blushed at how silly his question had been. 

“Right. Uh, well I better get going then,” he shuffled his feet. “Can - uh, will there be a Sunday dinner this week?” 

“Yes,” Anne said. “There always is,” she glanced at him from where she’d begun pulling out a mug. “You don’t want to stay for tea?” she asked him.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think I should be around when Gemma gets here.” With Alena, was left unsaid. 

“Well, if you’re coming to Sunday dinner, she’ll be there too. Just so you know.” And Harry understood the subtext to mean Alena would be there too. 

He sighed. He would never escape her. But he found he couldn’t begrudge her this as he remembered the first time he’d asked her to come to dinner when they were, for all intents and purposes still very much children, despite having just turned eighteen and finished high school. 

Alena had lost her parents the year before, moved away to live with some distant family until she’d turned eighteen and came right back to her childhood home as soon as she could. Harry had kept in touch with her as much as he could while they’d both finished school but it had been difficult. But as soon as he’d found out she was coming back he’d waited for her at the airport, spun her around and brought her straight to Gemma and Anne. 

She’d been so nervous and so excited when they’d asked her over. Harry remembered the little spark of joy returning to her eyes at the invitation. 

She’d spent the whole day baking to bring a dish with her, while Harry had lounged on her sofa laughing at her. 

He felt the corners of his lips twitch at the memory. 

“Harry?” Anne called, “where did you go?” 

“Nowhere,” he answered, immediately. “I’ll be there Sunday,” he said, determined. There was no reason he and Alena couldn’t be mature about this and share his family - they’d already been sharing long before this anyway. It would be fine, he assured himself. 

He involuntarily glanced at the little pictures on the table again, hoping Anee didn’t notice. But his mother noticed everything. She smiled at him, her eyes softening. “Take them,” she urged him. 

“Why would I?” Harry scoffed and stiffly turned his back, clenching his fists as his fingers twitched. 

“Just take them, Harry,” she sighed, rounding the table and gently lifting his wrist and tapping his fist with the images. 

“I’ll just throw them out,” he threatened.

“I have digital copies,” she shrugged. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled, accepting the photos, knowing he’d just throw them out as soon as he was home. He walked to the door just as he heard a car pull up. He knew it was Gemma and felt his heart pick up pace. 

He hadn’t seen Alena since he’d showed up at her door. 

He paused, waiting to hear car doors open but there were no sounds from outside. 

They would know he was here, they’d see his car sitting in the driveway next to theirs. He wondered what would happen if he stayed inside. Would they wait him out? Probably. Gemma was even more stubborn than he was. 

With a deep breath, Harry twisted the door and stepped outside. 

He glanced at Gemma’s car and instantly regretted it.

His sister was glaring at him with such vitriol Harry wondered if she’d ever forgive him. 

Alena sat beside her, her gaze averted. He stared at her for a minute, and found himself wishing she’d look up at him so he could read her eyes. They’d always been the most expressive part of her, always so easy to read, but she kept her eyes down and shifted to hide her face from him entirely. 

He sighed and kept walking to his car. 

As he pulled out of the driveway, they opened their doors and stepped out and Harry caught a flash of Alena’s stomach. His stomach dropped at the sight, the way Lena’s hand caressed it as she stepped out causing the pictures in his pocket to feel like they were burning a hole through his trousers as he sped away.

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Sorry it took so long! I had weddings and baby births to attend to over last few months and have just started back at work full time!

Please leave a comment. Hopefully the next part won't take as long, but knowing me it could be up tomorrow or two months from now depending on how much i'm hyped - im a people pleaser sorry everyone lol

[lore-of-mobius]

Political Themes in Sonic The Hedgehog

So there are people nowadays that complain about "politics" being "forced" in media such as Sonic The Hedgehog, whether or not this is the case. They often go on to say they just want things like Sonic to be an escapist fantasy and to keep politics out. So I wanted to talk about political themes in Sonic The Hedgehog that have existed since the first game, and exist in other Sonic continuities as well.

So starting off while I don't know where to find said interview, the environmentalism is major theme stated to be behind Sonic The Hedgehog 1. Now while some people might say environmentalism shouldn't be regarded as political which I agree with, it has been made political by other people. With many of the people who complain about politics in media often complaining about environmentalism viewing it in media as inherently political. This is why I am including it. Continuing said themes can be seen in how in Sonic 1 after Eggman is defeated the Chaos Emeralds create more nature in an instant, and in the 8-bit version the Emeralds get rid of all the pollution done by Eggman.

This is further seen in Chemical Plant Zone and Eggman's bases being cold, mechanical, and the absolute polar opposite of Green Hill Zone. This is further seen in the comparison made by ALtheBoi between Angel Island and the Death Egg being polar opposites in their video How Sonic 3 Tells a Story.

This is further seen in Sonic CD with Eggman's greatest and most prized creation Metal Sonic. Or how the Encyclo-speed-dia puts it, "Eggman's answer to nature's perfect hero." In addition, the good future depicts the Little Planet as a solarpunk paradise, while the bad future depicts it as a polluted mechanical city with no nature in sight.

Eggman and Sonic's rivalry is depicted as freedom and nature vs oppression and pollution, as many of the blue blur's descriptions make this clear. Sonic Adventure "With a strong love of freedom, the only thing Sonic hates is oppression." Sonic Heroes "He's basically easygoing, but when he gets fired up over an injustice, his anger explodes with surprising consequences. Always at the receiving end of this aggression is arch-enemy Dr. Eggman, whose fiendish plots to take over the world are constantly being foiled by Sonic." Sonic Riders Zero Gravity "Sonic is a big fan of freedom and has no tolerance for evildoers." Olympic Games 2016 "He despises anything that is unfair and will get into trouble to help anyone in need." Sonic Superstars "Sonic the Hedgehog runs at mach speeds and is quick to engage those that threaten his friends, his freedom, or the natural world around him."

On top of this the existence of the Guardian Unit Of Nations and what they represent alongside their crookedness makes it where there are politics in the Sonic world. The same goes for the existence of Princess Elise and Blaze the Cat adding in monarchies.

The same goes for Queen Alena and Princess Sally as they do the same for Sonic Underground and Satam. Speaking of which Sonic Satam is the more blunt of Sonic continuities with it's political themes with the tyrant Julian Robotnik and his polluted reign of terror over Mobius, which of course bleeds into the Archie comics.

[theunknownmasks]

"for what it's worth, i like who you are now. The real you"-Atem

PROMPTS FOR THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE

Atem smiled warmly at the woman in front of him as he reached in to take her hands in his, thinking back to everything they'd gone through together. From their first meeting their first times together, to their marriage, all of it. All of it had been joyous memories to him. She was still the incredible woman he had met so long ago.

"You're the only one I wish to know the true me, my queen. You are the heart of Egypt." He said affectionately as he leaned in to kiss her. "I will always be myself with you."

[anunkindncss]

❛  i can't stop thinking about you even when i try.  ❜for Jason

Jason didn’t answer right away. He just stared at them, jaw working slightly like he was trying to chew down the truth before it slipped out anyway. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away—he was wired, fighting it even now.

His voice, when it came, was quieter than usual. Rough around the edges. “…Yeah,” he said, like the word had weight. “Tell me about it.” He looked away for a second—just a second—but it was enough. Enough to admit this wasn’t bravado. It wasn’t some game.

“I’ve tried.” A humorless little scoff escaped him. “Believe me, I’ve tried. I distract myself, I stay gone, I put space between us like that’s gonna fix it, but—” He exhaled hard through his nose. “It doesn’t go away. You don’t go away.” Then his eyes lifted again, meeting theirs dead-on.

“I don’t know what that means. I don’t know if it’s good or if it’s just gonna wreck me worse. But I’m not gonna lie and pretend it isn’t real. So… yeah. You’re not the only one who can’t stop.”