#rewriting s8

[noemitenshi]

Troy Otto x Alicia Clark s8 AU - Their story up to s8

Short recap: Troy finds Alicia almost dying after s7 and nurses her back to health.

THEY STAY TOGETHER because they are both alone. On their own. They’ve both lost their people. They stay together because of their shared memories of cherished people - not because they like one another. This, will come too, with time. But not yet. It’s not what keeps them together.

THE FIRST TIME Alicia wants to help people troy is all “lets go alicia” trying to get her away from them and shes all “no. they’re hurt. we’re helping them” and hes like “not a good idea. dont have the resources. dont know if they’re a danger” and she probably goes “Im not going” and hes like “thats ok ill carry you away” like thats the problem. and she goes “why are you like this. you helped me too” “yeah, i knew you. i dont know these people. lets go. now” (obviously they’re not going. Or well, Alicia tells him he can go if he likes, she’s staying. And grudgingly he stays too because he’s not about to leave her on her own with unfamiliar faces.)

THE NEXT FEW TIMES she does this, wanting to help people, they are constantly arguing about it. At some point Alicia probably even goes “it’s what mom would’ve wanted.” (She knows it’s complicated, Troy’s relationship with Madison but she kinda banks on the good parts winning out. him wanting to please her, still. Or at least that he’ll be turned soft because… it’s her mom’s wish (she does suspect about Troy having a soft spot for moms in general)). But he just goes “oh yeah? and where’s madison now, huh?” “youre such a dick you know that” “yeah, i know. lets go” (again, they are obviously not going)

AT SOME POINT Alicia notices that Troy is actually helping her even though his words are still unkind - he still insists on leaving the people behind. She notices there’s no bite in it, anymore. She humors him, replying in kind. He notices (was it the slight hesitation? Can he hear it in her tone? She’s not sure) and a grin splits his face. She decides she likes him like this.

THEY GROW COMFORTABLE around one another. In this way where they really know the other. They know what sets the other off, know how to get them through a rough patch, what makes them laugh. And they are there for one another (because for a while that is all they have). They become good friends – even though they still fight, too. Alicia hasn’t forgiven him for what he did back at the ranch (he didn’t apologize for it because he knows she wouldn’t buy it anyway) – but they did manage to move past it.

THERE’S LOVE THERE between them. Not romantic love but a deep platonic one. They have to rely on one another, they saved one another countless times when one of them was in a tight spot. They saw the other at their most vulnerable – they other has been there for their most vulnerable. How can there not be love? There’s such ease and trust between them. They might not love one another as a conventional romantic couple – but they *are* family.

THEY’RE AS INTIMATE as two people only can be, emotionally. And it spills over to the physical side. Alicia makes the first move. It starts out awkward but not for long; they *do* have chemistry. They both enjoy this new way of expressing themselves (of ending fights, too) quite a lot.

THEIR CHILD wasn’t planned. Neither one of them would consciously bring a child into this world (not with one another). When Alicia tells Troy he goes “oh shit” and laughs for five minutes straight (at himself for having forgotten about birth control. At the both of them. At the whole situation he couldn’t even have conceived while living on the ranch.). She does not share his amusement.

THEY DON’T CALL HER TRACY. Maybe Maddy though (and yes, that is her full name. Maddy Clark. Troy wasn’t happy about it, of course, but as it was important to Alicia he decided to concede that point. In fact, Alicia told him in no uncertain terms that when he was the one growing their child in his belly, would push it out of his vagina, he could also name it whatever he damn well pleased. He doubted this was true – though didn’t argue that point. Arguing with pregnant Alicia was a minefield not even he dared to brave (often)).

ALICIA STILL DIES like Serena did, while trying to help people. She was out alone because someone had to watch Maddy. (Troy *only once* suggested this is her job as the mom. It went over as well as you’d expect)

DISCOVERING MADISON IS ALIVE has Troy deciding he needs to have words with her. It was *her philosophy* after all that got his best friend killed. That cost Maddy her mom. Righteous fury burns in him.

HE ACTUALLY BURIED ALICIA unlike Serena in s8. But still plays mindgames with Madison and is cutting off walkers' arms (mostly because I think he was so funny for this)

Find part 1 here

[the-owl-tree]

i need to a tag for my season 8 rewrite ANYWAYS here's some quick summaries on each of the young six's episodes in my fake season:

Smolder: Mentioned before so some more details. Have her be a recommendation from Pinkie Pie, who got to try some of her baking when visiting the dragons and Ember. Pinkie Pie would be out in Yakyakistan for a yovidaphone competition. The Cakes' initially undermine Smolder's experience and skillset as a dragon baker, with the ending of the episode being them trying dragon desserts and apologizing.

Yona: Rarity hires a new assistant to help run the Ponyville Boutique, an up and coming fashionista from Yakyakistan: Yona! Heavy inspiration from She's All Yak, where Yona tries to act more like a pony to fit in but failing. Ends with Rarity explaining she hired Yona because she's Yona, not anyone else. Introduces us to her and Sandbar's relationship.

Ocellus and Silverstream: These two get a combo episode because they go to the Academy together. Ocellus, nervous she'll be outcasted for being a Changeling, pretends to be a pony and befriends Silverstream and a bunch of other students. She catches Silverstream shapeshifting and thinks she's another Changeling and reveals herself, only for Silverstream to explain she's not. Episode ends with Ocellus opening up her true self and losing some of her friends who reject her, but finding a best friend in Silverstream.

Gallus: Rainbow Dash is called to help manage a new troublemaking recruit, a confident griffin named Gallus whom Spitfire says she needs help keeping in line. However, when getting there, RD initially feels the same before she realizes Gallus isn't acting any differently than a typical cocky recruit, the others just think he's acting worse because he's a griffin. To make matters worse, Gallus starts pulling away from others due to the unfair treatment. RD points out what Spitfire is doing and also encourages Gallus to try and make some friends (he and Smolder would befriend each other in this episode).

Sandbar: CMC episode where Sweetie Belle learns Rarity is saving up for her education and she becomes overwhelmed at the choices for schools and what she wants to do, or even if she wants to go to school at all. She and the others end up going to the new smoothie truck and meet Sandbar, where they learn he dropped out. Sweetie Belle decides she won't go since Sandbar did just fine, prompting Rarity to try and change her mind. Ends with Sandbar explaining he was pressured to go when he wasn't ready and it made him so miserable he dropped out. Rarity realizes she can't force her sister to do something and promises she'll love Sweetie Belle no matter what she does.

[makorragal-312]

THE PAIN JUST KEEPS COMING

[climbdraws]

so many video essay youtubers with their 2 hour long rewrite videos when they should be posting on ao3 instead

[scribbling-toby]

I think we can all agree that season eight of VLD sucks. It wasn’t well written and the Allura/Lance relationship was so rushed.

But

I personally like only one episode. And a couple seconds of episode one. I hate the rest of episode one, it was so rushed.

I loved the episode where it was kind of like a vlog of what it was like on the ship, it was a really interesting concept, and I just liked how the episode felt compared to all the other episodes in the show.

In the first episode, when I was rewatching the show, at around 19-ish minutes I think(???), right before the toast to whatever whatever, Lance is refusing to set Keith up on a date with his sister, and in the background while Allura and his mom are talking you can hear him say “never! Not in a million decapheobs! Okay? All that guy likes are knives and space wolf! Holy moly that would be terrible! No! No!… and he’s gay.”

SO LIKE??? I COULD BE MISHEARING IT, BUT SEVERAL OTHER PEOPLE I KNOW HAVE BEEN LIKE “YEAH I HEARD AND HES GAY” SO???

Honestly idk if anyone else noticed, but this is the only good parts about season eight. It still sucks.

[bestfriendbuck]

#personally I think it would have been more fun if Eddie’s goodbye party had come before the fight. Like. Goodbye party -> Building collapse -> this is where they show the team is falling apart just like the building ->“nobody is going to Texas” -> go home and fight bc Buck thought that was Eddie choosing to stay but he’s still going back to texas (grief induced shoulder grab is still here) -> Eddie is gone by the next morning “jerk” -> a whole shift where Buck is grumpy as hell and Chimney is shredding his transfer papers and yelling that he doesn’t get to leave too -> comes home to “heard some dick was being mean to you” and CHRIS and PEPA -> convo with Pepa about embracing change. ALL. In 8x17.

Do you see my vision. And then we can spend more than one fucking slot in a montage on Mara’s adoption. This would tie into Hen realizing that she can pull the team back together because she is CAPTAIN Hen (mother hen just like dad bobby) and she KNOWS family. Her family. And they all come together for the finale where Hen finagles them all back into alignment and Eddie reveals he and Chris are choosing to stay yippee!

[paigemathews]

Last year, I was scrolling through the Charmed tag and saw someone say how they disliked the s7 finale as the series ending, and I wanted to elaborate on why I a hundred percent agree. (They asked for no spoilers, however, so I wanted to make my own post and also this was initially a draft from last year, so I don't even remember who it was anymore unfortunately.) Both as finales can make sense, but they definitely follow up on different plot threads/arcs with different implications of the future and would definitely land differently with fans.

The season 7 finale would have culminated in the sisters fully shedding their magical lives, a responsibility and, frankly, burden that they never asked for but has cost them a lot. I think that kind of finale actually kind of works with the vibe of season 7, which was kind of philosophical and had a lot to do with the ideas of free will, utopia, the like. It also had the characters hit some of their darkest moments/be faced with great loss (Leo's journey with the Avatars, Kyle's death, the aftermath of Chris's death, Phoebe's series of premonitions of those they've lost, the entirety of Death Becomes Them, etc.) With that in mind, that ending would be the sisters' freedom from their destiny. The Charmed Ones would be dead, and they could finally live their lives the way that they wanted to. It was kind of a definite end to their lives of Halliwells, which was inescapably tied to magic, and you can kind of see that in how it wraps up. They lose access to the Manor (at the beginning of the episode) and destroy the Nexus, a coveted magical power that their family protected. Darryl, who was their known friend and ally, is able to walk away. I mean, as a finale, it pretty firmly establishes that they'll be able to get normal lives, which is one type of ending.

Season 8, however, focuses on the girls reconciling their responsibilities with their desired lives (being able to achieve their deepest desires while facing magical battles!), finding a balance and discovering the beauty in magic once again. (I think that there's something there with the ultimate antagonist being Christy, a sister who never asked for her power and experienced great suffering bc of her magic, potentially being a foil to the sisters.) I mean, frankly, a big part of the overall arc of s8 is the sisters take on the next stage of their loves (Paige and Phoebe finding love, Phoebe starting the family she wants, mentoring Billie and passing on their knowledge of the craft) while still handling their magical lives. (Idk, I just feel it's noteworthy that Paige gets married in the midst of all of this magical stuff.) There's also this theme of continuation with the next generation (Wyatt, Billie, Leo's students) and passing the torch (again, Billie) that leans towards the idea of continuation and legacy. Especially bc the finale is basically incorporating this idea of past, present, and future working together and the idea that magic is entrenched in the Halliwell line for all time. It's the reclaiming of these spaces (the Manor, Magic School) and deciding to protect it. It feels like the sisters have finally settled into their destinies and responsibilities while also having that balance they wanted. Plus, frankly, fans of Charmed are people who like magic and witches and the escapism of it all. You can make it work, but I don't think it'd be as satisfying of an ending to its targeted audience.

[incesthemes]

i've received my phd in supernatural studies for my dissertation on seasons 8-10. thanks to @sam-winchesters-gay-lover for forging this very official-looking document to give me credibility when discussing the incest brothers show

[alfalfapie]

my new Destiel theory: Dean couldn't say I love you not because of his own denial of the fact but because Chuck refused to write it like Chuck's weird psycho-sexual obsession with Dean made him so twisted that rather than allow his character to follow a natural arc that the character itself wanted to follow (see s8 rewrite of "I love you" into "I need you"), he just kept dodging it through increasingly ridiculous and pathetic ploys. he couldn't bear to watch Dean choose free will (Cas) over his heavenly ordained plan, so he just kept fucking with their relationship (see every divorce/widower arc, and all the other will they/won't they shit). really puts Cas's "What's real? We are." into context. like they are, in fact, the only real thing, despite Chuck's attempts to dismantle their relationship.

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [PART 2] [Part 3]

The unexpected return of a face Xisuma never thought he'd see again.

[the-owl-tree]

need an episode in your rewrite where everybody treats ocellus like shes a novelty because of her powers and keeps demanding she show them off like shes a dog doing tricks and leaving ocellus feeling physically and socially exhausted. based on that thing where exchange students get treated more like exotic animals than an even cultural exchange. maybe ends with a more quiet/shy pony student eventually approaching ocellus and ocellus is like “here we go again” only for the pony to actually be interested in changeling culture.

Done! Adding to the imaginary roster that exists in my head lol it also makes sense. Students of a Magic School would be more preoccupied with studying Ocellus than treating her like an equal, I might add that as a backstory piece to her intro episode, why she disguises herself when attending the academy. Maybe Silverstream becomes that first friend for her who's genuinely interested...

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Incomprehensible Horror. // Demon!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Halloween Special 🎃

MDNI, DD:DNE(?): reader discretion is advised.

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to prevent seeing dark content from me.

WARNINGS: dubcon, cunnilingus, demon fucking(?), p in v sex, past life, mentions of abuse, plotting, murder, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), size kink, cum eating, slight breeding kink, spooky vibes(?), manhandling, so much canon divergence, GoT S8 spoilers(?) kinda idk, the plot is shifted and extremely altered to fit this story. + not proofread

WC: 3.8k

A/N: the original draft got deleted and i had to rewrite it because I wanted to publish this before Halloween is over, so this is slightly rushed :(

There was something extremely eerie about the red keep that always set you on the edge whenever you would hear stories about it.

The burnt down remnants of it untouched as the city around it prospered, only developing more as the time passed on, with skyscrapers, branded shops, turning into what you would call a 'modern city'.

King's Landing was not the way it was anymore, the destruction of it provided a reason to rebuild the city entirely, it was a lengthy process but definitely worth it.

A seemingly innocent city until you look past the sky scrapers, shops, etc, revealing a sinister and a tragic history of the land, a story that involves a royal family fighting and going mad for the throne, only to succumb to their madness and go extinct.

There have been many attempts in the past to rebuild it, but all in vain as there have been cases of construction accidents, fatal injuries, suicides, making it impossible to rebuild it, so they turned it into a tourist attraction.

What a way to make money.

Yet they close it off the moment the sun begins to set.

You had visited it a lot, having been living in King's Landing for a while, it was basically harmless, making you wonder why it was rumoured to be haunted, when it's just a disfigured building with half of its structure on the ground.

It was a casual weekday for you, returning to your apartment from work after the sun had long set, you took the elevator up the building, the music abruptly coming to a stop way before you reached your floor, leaving you confused, but you soon broke out of your confusion when you heard the familiar 'ding' indicating that you reached your floor, and as soon as you left the elevator the automatic doors slammed quickly, causing a loud sound, startling you.

It seemed as if the elevator was having technical difficulties.

You make a mental note to take the elevator less often until it is fixed.

You quickly scurry to the side of your apartment, pulling the keys out and pushing it into the lockhole, turning it, which opens the door, but you stumble over something and lose your balance, holding the wall for support to not fall until you finally push yourself back onto your feet and look down.

It was a package.

But you had not ordered anything.

Weirdly enough, there was no address.

You should've left it there.

But you took it inside.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and the package not having any address only further fuelled your justification for opening it.

It was a book.

An occult type of book to be exact.

You opened it and skimmed through the pages, it seemed more like a personal diary than an instruction based book for spells.

And it was convincing enough at first until you read a certain page.

“Go to the ruins of the red keep at 3AM, and chant this, 'Oh rōvēgrie zaldrīzes dārilaros, māzigon naejot se iōragon gō nyke, ivestragī aōha kasta se melkasta laesi jurnegon rȳ nyke, iksan isse jorrāelagon hen aōha dohaeragon, kesan krenyikhé tepagon mirros ao jaelagon' for a miracle!” (Oh great dragon prince, come forward and stand before me, let your blue and purple eyes look at me, I am in need of your help, I will gladly give anything you wish.)

This made you chuckle, what kind of prank was this? This was so badly written to the point of making any paranoia you felt about this book dissipate immediately.

I mean, chanting spells? to summon a dead prince? it made you laugh, and of course the location was the red keep, a place rumoured to be haunted. It couldn't not be more obvious than that, because whatever this was, was clearly a joke.

So you pushed the book aside and settled for bed.

Sleep did not come to you.

Which you found odd.

You would usually be extremely tired, and the moment you lay on the bed, you would be pulled under the depth of slumber.

Yet now you squirmed, not being able to find any sleep.

You don't know how many hours passed, making you frustrated.

And your mind wandered off to what you had read earlier.

You glanced at the time, it read 2AM.

You purse your lips in thought, not knowing what to do.

You got up from your bed.

You knew this was a bad idea, sneaking into the red keep, with the stupid book in your hand as you navigated through the building, and then you ended up in a room with a bunch of paintings of the past targaryens.

You set the book down and kneeled, looking at the verse you were supposed to chant out loud, you bought out your phone and looked at the time, it read 2:59AM.

One more minute.

You did not know why you were doing this, normally, you were a rational person, you usually don't let your curiosity win in situations like this, having control over it, but in this case, it seems you had lost all your control, and it seemed as your mind is being controlled to do whatever was written on that page.

Besides, it's not like anything would happen.

It seemed fake after all.

Trying doesn't hurt.

You never really believed in ghosts or demons yourself, so what were you scared of?

And so as soon as the time read 3AM, you chanted the saying out loud.

You waited.

And waited.

You looked at the time, 3:10AM.

Nothing happened.

You let out a scoff, what did you expect? A demon to appear?

You collected the book and left the scene, annoyed that nothing happened, but you were also glad nothing happened at the same time.

The air felt colder than before, and lights seemed to flicker constantly whenever you crossed a street light, everything seemed out of place and odd, the buildings looked distorted.

Was your paranoid finally getting to you?

You felt a chill run up your spine.

It felt as if someone whispered in your ear, causing you to jump and look back, only to find nothing.

This was setting you on edge, you quickly walked faster back to your apartment, you frowned when you saw the "out of order" sign on the elevator, knowing that it was not there when you used it to come down prior to your visit to the red keep.

You sighed heavily and took the stairs, climbing to the floor you lived in, but for an odd reason, the stairs seemed to go on for longer, the more you climbed, the more they went on, you did not know if you were seeing things for feeling that way simply cause you were spooked, but you know for a fact that climbing 7 floors should not take more than 10 minutes at a slow pace, and yet here you were still climbing at a fast pace yet the stairs seemed to be never ending, you did not know if you were hallucinating the scribbled out floor numbers assigned to the respective floors or if they were originally like that before.

You looked down the stairwell, and it only seemed as if you climbed 3 floors, which left you baffled. You ran up as fast as you could, and to your relief you saw the '7th floor' on the board, indicating you were on your floor. You sighed in relief, making your way to your apartment, you did your best to ignore the constant flicker of lights, and what seemed like a dark figure standing from the corner of your eyes, the keys fumbled in your hands, it took you a few tries to unlock the door and when you did, you saw the figure move towards you, so you quickly rushed inside and slammed the door shut behind you.

You leaned against the door breathing heavily, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, to try and calm your mind. You cannot tell if this was just your mind playing tricks because you're so worked up, or something odd is actually happening, but you know for the fact that whatever you were seeing was real.

Your apartment suddenly starts smelling putrid, making you scrunch up your nose. The smell was unbearable, as if thousands of dead rats were in your apartment, decaying away. It made you want to throw up, the foul scent leaving you light headed as you went towards your bedroom, to access the attached bathroom.

Luckily for you, the bedroom smelled like it usually would instead of dead rats, so you took a deep breath of the normal air, the nausea beginning to slowly fade away.

“For what have you summoned me, mortal?” a deep voice says, making you freeze in your spot, you turn around and your eyes widen in horror, as you take in the sight in front of you.

The face of a goat with horns, and scales that belonged to a dragon running down its upper body, stopping at it's elbows, black fluid dripping from its body, covering it's most intimate area, and its legs covered in scales as well, your voice was stuck in your throat, not being able to scream as the sheer panic made it unable to.

It looks confused at your horror filled face before looking down to its body and sighing annoyedly, and then its body distorts, the sound of bones cracking, flesh turning and squeezing, you watch the entire thing happen, the way its body is changing shape until it stops, making your breath hitch in your throat.

It took the form of a human man, face now mimicking a normal human, yet it was also disfigured, with a scar running up his cheek to his eyebrow, and an eye patch on his left eye, before he took it off, revealing the sapphire placed in the eye socket. His gaze was piercing, staring daggers at you, as he grew visibly frustrated at your silence.

“Can't you speak?” his voice booms across the room, causing you to snap out of your fear, and finally answer him, “I-it was an accident, I didn't mean to.” you answer and that displeases him, face now carrying the expression of a scowl.

“You followed as the book had instructed, did you not?” he asks and you nod, “Then it is no accident.”

“I did not think it would actually work, it was my mistake, please its an accident-” your voice cracks, still trying to process what was happening, trying to form words that made sense. He pushed you against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat, long sharp nails digging into the skin of your neck, restricting the passage of air as you struggled in his grip, “On accident you say? Then you must pay the price for wasting my time.” he said darkly, and released you, causing you to fall to the ground, coughing and taking lungfuls of air.

“Should I kill you and then take your soul? Or take your soul directly and watch as the light fades from your eyes, screaming and writhing in agony in my hold.” he ponders genuinely and you gulp in fear, tears welling up in your eyes, knowing that something stupid is now costing you your life. “Please forgive me- I did not mean for any of this to happen.” you beg, voice hoarse.

“Forgive you? You should not have stifled me to begin with, now you must pay the price for your own stupidity, what shall I do hmm? My time is incredibly precious after all.” he looks down at you and you quiver in fear.

He grabs your hair and pulls you to your feet, making you stand, his hot breath fans against your face as you look up at him, and then he scans your face, taking in your features and then his eye widens as if he realised something.

And then he smiles, the grip in your hair becoming even tighter, causing you to wince in pain, “Please- let go of me- I'm sorry.” you grip his hand, trying to make him let go of the hold he has on you, “Aemond- please.” and that's when he releases you.

“Ah, so you do remember me.” he says, amused and you look at him confused, “Huh? What do you mean?” you ask him genuinely and that's when you realised you called him Aemond, it came out so naturally to the point you did not notice it.

But you still had no idea what just occurred.

Who's Aemond?

He grabs your cheeks, “I had waited so many years.”

What is he talking about?

“I won't lose you this time.” he says and before you can respond, he presses his lips against yours, one hand wrapped around your waist as the other holds the back of your head, pressing your face against him.

Your head felt hazy all of a sudden.

Why does all of this feel familiar?

You don't protest when he pushes you on the bed, climbing on top of you, you just stare at him, blinking in confusion as he tears away at your clothing, “Oh how the fashion has changed overtime, I remember last time you were wearing a black gown, mourning the death of your husband.” he whispers in your year and you feel ringing in your ear.

“What an amazing actress you were, mourning him in such a convincing way, only to get fucked by me after the funeral.” his hands trail down your body, “Such good memories, to have you underneath me, moaning my name constantly like a prayer, you were the first woman I ever desired after my death, the one who broke my curse, letting me become a true demon, it was on accident too back then.” he chuckles, he grips your pants, tearing the fabric as if it were paper.

“Until they found out of course, that you conspired with a demon, and planned the murder of your own husband.” his voice turns dark, and the ringing in your ear gets louder, your mind spins. “I remember not being able to do anything as they burned you alive at the sept, sigils placed around you to prevent me from interfering, to watch your flesh on fire as you screamed in agony, screamed my name in pain and it was then I swore that I would destroy that city.” he growled darkly.

“And so I did, possessing my own descendant and burning the city down, not too long after your passing.” he recalls with a satisfied smirk on his face, “Do you still remember my full name?” he looks at you and the ringing suddenly stops, and everything seemed to be spinning around you, his face becomes blurry and your head begins to hurt, eyes beginning to water as you feel that you were set on fire, letting out a loud scream at the sheer amount of pain coursing through your body as memories you didn't recognize flowed through your mind, you writhing below him in pain, letting out loud cries, “Shh..” he caresses your head and suddenly the pain stops, making you breath heavily, making you close your eyes.

“Aemond Targaryen.” you hear your own voice speak and you open your eyes to look at him, he has a smirk on his face, a small smile grazes your face as well, lifting your hand up to caress his cheek, pulling his face towards you to kiss you, lips engulfing his, you breathe in his scent, and he suddenly doesn't smell putrid anymore, but instead of cloves and ash.

“Fucking cunts, all of them, they remained silent all throughout the time i was abused by him, but the moment I get my own revenge, they burnt me alive.” you say after pulling away from the kiss, gritting your teeth.

You felt so confused with yourself.

Both memories of your past life and current life clashing against each other, fighting for dominance, to decide who you were.

“It's over my love, I burnt them all down.” he kisses down your neck, to your breasts, and down to your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You smile at him, spreading your legs wide for him to settle freely and latch his lips onto your clit, making you throw your head back when you feel his tongue move skillfully against the bundle of nerves, you grip his hair, shoving his face further into your cunt.

“Fuck- you taste the same as I remember, I missed this cunt so much, seven hells.” he curses, licking away at your cunt, you moan as his sharp teeth grazes your clit. “Watch your teeth-” you whimper, feeling his fingers prod at your entrance, before gently pushing them in. He pulls away from your cunt and watches his own fingers be engulfed by your cunt as he thrusts them in and out, he groans at the sight, wishing it was his cock plunging inside you. “Goodness gracious, you're so fucking divine.” he murmers before latching on your cunt again, tongue swirling against your bud.

You feel the band in your stomach, “Aemond, I'm cumming- I'm- fuck-!” you reach your peaking on his hands, back arched as the orgasm ripples through your body. You breath heavily and watch aemond climb up, his knees on the mattress of your bed as he bends your legs, your knees pressing to your chest.

You watch as he grabs his cock, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it before flitting over to his own, he smirks, “Aemond it won't fit-” you whine but he shushes you, “You took it with no problem before, tis the same.” he lines in up against your entrance, “But still-”

“Remember when we did it the first time, you said it wouldn't fit? Only to have you crying and cumming all over my cock like a common whore.” he says and you sigh, remembering the memory.

He slowly pushes his cock inside you, taking his own time, throwing his head back in pleasure, “Seven hells, you feel so fucking good, the gods be damned.” he grunts, feeling pleasure at the way your cunt is wrapped around him so perfectly. You grip the sheets below you for support, clenching your eyes shut as you try to adjust to him.

He grabs a hold of your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he grabs your hips and starts thrusting in and out of you, making your body jolt up and down the bed at the force. Your moans of his name soon fill the room, and he moans too, closing his eye in pleasure as he continuously shoves his cock in and out of you.

He opens his eye to look down, only to smirk when he sees the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen whenever he thrusts fully inside, he presses a hand against it and you squirm, the pleasure amplifying, making your toes curl.

He leans down, causing your legs to fall off his shoulder and be pushed up against your chest one more, his long black tongue enters inside your mouth, extending far back into your throat making you gag before he pulls it back, finally letting both your lips meet. Your hands shoot up to his hair pushing him against you, he hums in satisfaction. His scales are back on his body, along with his horns, partly turning into his demonic form, you feel him grow in size, both height and mass, and eventually down there, which rips an orgasm from you, wetness flowing down your hole and dirtying the sheets and you choke on your own spit at the sudden peak.

He pulls out, and you look at him in confusion, knowing he didn't peak yet, but soon the confusion is replaced with anticipation as he flips you around onto your stomach, your body knows what to do immediately and you support yourself on your arms and knees. Aemond doesn't waste another moment before pushing himself inside you, letting out a loud moan when he feels you clench around him.

His pace is brutal and fast, only seeming to care about his own pleasure, he grabs you by your hair and tugs on it, causing you to curve your head backward but not lean back, he's fucking you like an animal in heat, the size difference making it easy to manhandle you as he wishes.

He soon feels his peak arriving after pounding into you like a madman, and he spills himself deep inside you, cumming so much to the point it makes you feel bloated and so full, you whine when you feel his pull out. He watches as his seed leaks out of you, gathering it with his index finger and tasting it, humming at it.

“I wish my seed takes.” he mutters.

He turns you on your back again, and holds your legs wide and spread apart, and spits on your cunt, before leaning down, holding your thighs apart and once again presses his warm mouth against your cunt, only this time he shoves his long tongue down your hole, you can feel him licking around there, eating up his own spend, and that's when he flicks his tongue upwards inside you, grazing your gspot and your thighs shut around his head, trying to prevent him from making you cum again, too overstimulated and tired.

“Aemond- another time, please- I'm so tired.” you whine, your eyes closing, and he listens to you, pulling away, withdrawing his tongue from inside of you. He climbs next to you in bed, shifting into his full human form again and pulling you close.

“I won't let anyone take you away from me now.” he murmurs in your ear and you nod, turning and snuggling close to him.

There were so many questions left unanswered.

Each and everything was an odd occurrence.

From the encounter of the package to you summoning a demon, who turned out to be the one you loved & fucked in your past life, even conspiring with him to kill your abusive husband, and to fucking him again, and now laying safely wrapped in his arms.

Who was the one that sent you the package then?

Just then you remember an odd event.

You remembered the text and pictures of the book with a bunch of spells and summoning rituals, you hadn't noticed it then but it was the same handwriting as yours.

It was your diary.

And you remember losing it the day right before you were burnt to death.

And you remember writing the words you had heard in your dream, confused back then as what "3AM" meant.

You did not want to dwell on this anymore.

Because you realised that it would drive into madness.

And so, you drifted off into slumber in the arms of your beloved.

[iknowshocker]

my writing:

The Forgotten Legacy (first five chaps): my original work inspired by bonkai + the parker/bennetts! more info here and here :) bonus: kat holding her copy of it!

Hits Different: my babyyyy in fic form - a s7-8 rewrite that picks up at the red wedding and follows events from the show with bonkai front and center! 166k, slowburn, HEA, jokai/parker fam angst, heretics rejoining the coven, etc etc etc! more info here :)

Heavy in Your Arms: darker bonkai fic for anybody that loves unhinged!kai + wished bon had never forgotten how much she liked starting fires (also he ends up being josie's long-term babysitter ? family man duality at its finest)

if you believe: shamelessly inspired by the princess diaries, very fluffy and silly and fun - everybody wants bon but bonkai endgame ofc

thousand eyes: witchhunter!kai x witch!bonnie with darker religious themes and a surprising amount of gore + written with my bb @guldig

yapping about kai:

is kai redeemable?

thoughts on those 3 years in hell

what does he smell like? (this one still makes me cackle lmao)

kai-esque characters

issues with s8 and s8 what if's

1994 kai thoughts

what would he be like as a bf?

would he save bon at the red wedding?

kai v damon

his eyessss

why did he revert and crash the wedding?

what if bon came to the pw with ric/the twins?

some hc's

jokai pain

lil parker fam what if

angst about him waking up in the pw

socials:

youtube: full tvd recaps (currently slugging through TO lol), a 4 hr gemini deep dive, a 2 hr bennett yap sesh, and also book recaps/reviews if you're into that!

insta: best place for weird little life updates!

tiktok & writing tiktok: if we get banned it'll all go to shorts, lol

epic cons:

storytime for IWFE3 on yt or tt!

storytime for IWFF on tt!

telling the gemini about my book :')

jokai pic

bonkai pic

penelope & chris & kat solo pics

ask box/requests always open :)

[dorkspine]

Looking through @crazy-queen-winx's blog, and saw one of her posts stating Stella and Darcy are sisters in her rewrite. I think it's pretty interesting detail, if we consider Icy's backstory in S8. If the Trix weren't sisters from the beginning, I like the idea of the group being formed by two princesses with tragic pasts and... Stormy. Well, someone's gotta do something for Stormy.

[theflyingkipper]

a short crappy essay about emily

The writing of girl characters in TTTE genuinely infuriates me. There’s a lot of girl characters who were done absolutely dirty, but it always comes back to Emily for me.

Emily had agency and attitude and purpose in S8-12 and it was erased in favor of a “hi. I’m nice. Im the girl character” nothing one-note personality. What do we know about post HiT era Emily? (And honestly, S7 Emily too. Her introduction is kind of weak in my opinion). She wants to help out. She’s safety oriented. She’s… I don’t know. You could replace her with Rosie or Rebecca or whoever in the cgi episodes where she’s driving the story, and nothing would change. I can’t name any major differences between Emily post-rewrite and Rosie in her entire tenure. Aside from how they’re introduced to Thomas and interact with him, really… which sucks. They don’t have major differences in characterizations outside interacting with a male lead. 

AND the worst part is that there are moments where you can SEE they were crafting bold, interesting girl characters and they were either completely sanitized or forgotten about. Molly has a very particular basis. It's not a flashy type where the engine’s basis is the center of the character’s entire personality/marketing/etc (Mighty Mac and Hank come to mind). It feels clear to me that Molly was going to be more important. And then… she wasn’t. She appeared like 3 times, said nearly nothing and never appeared again. I wish I lived in a world where Emily kept her bossy personality and had this contrasted by Molly’s shyness and timidity. 

In my perfect world, Emily is bossy and important, and has some complexes about not needing help or knowing more than others. She’s intelligent and rambunctious, feeling like she’s made for more than the fast express duties that she was designed for. She wants to be involved and get dirty. (Which is a sentiment that I think a lot of young girls can relate to!) Maybe this causes other engines to view her as childish, but we know it's because even if she’s an old design- she has youthful zeal. I think that's a compelling personality and character to make from a Stirling Single, rather than just making another “old wise sage” character (we’ve got plenty of those and in different flavors!) An old engine that's hard to register as “old” at all, though not like Edward, she reads like this because she’s childish and immature- Someone immature, but in a distinct flavor of immature than Percy or Gordon. This Emily has so much room to bounce off other characters, and she does. The way she acts in Respect for Gordon comes to mind. Emily’s bossiness brings a much needed shakeup to the monotony of seasons 8-12. 

In addition, big, snooty, important characters are a staple of TTTE, but it's an archetype almost exclusively reserved for male characters. You could make an argument that Daisy and Elizabeth support these, but I think they’re different (or underdeveloped) enough not to fit this. Emily is the exception here. I think it's why she’s remembered so well as the female TTTE character that immediately comes to mind. Emily could be great, and she was great.