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I have no one to tag but when @13eyond13 calls I'm answering. 1. Otto E Mezzo (From "Otto E Mezzo") by Nino Rota

Guess I was in a silly mood. 2. Bitch by Allie X

Mello's lover song. With an appropriate level of angry sadness undertones. 3.Death Letter by Cassandra Wilson

Stole that one from True Detective. I believe season 3. Love to listen to songs like this one bc they make me feel like I'm noir detective. 4. Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls

Beyond Birthday core? jk I listen to it and imagine Nurse John dancing when I'm in a bad mood. 5. Purge The Poison by MARINA

No matter which MARINA song I listen to, It always feels like a perfect soundtrack to a teenage murder drama. Edgy text edgy sound. Still good shit though 6. Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

Feels very lighthearted. Very chill. Only thing I know about Tears For Fears is that this one Lost review guy really likes them. 7. Snowman by Sia

Perfect romance song. No notes. Love to imagine my OC finding out her best friend murdered 3 people in cold blood to the tune of this song. Like they just spent Christmas together and suddenly cops show up. 8. Le temps de l'amour by Françoise Hardy

I don't know french, but It feels like a very funny and beautiful song about toxic circles. 9. One by Harry Nilsson

One of my favorite songs. See what I did there ? But seriously. Magnolia, House M.D. Love the song. Beautiful every time I listen to it.

10. All Is Loneliness by Big Brother & The Holding Company

Lucky find. Was listening to the "Zodiac" director commentary and Fincher mentioned that he wanted to use this song instead of iconic Hurdy Gurdy Man. Fincher's taste in music is 10/10.

@lightyakami tagged me and i didn't do the last one xie tagged me in because when you have a thinning hairline and beard, picrews become less fun. so i am doing this one because it is very fun.

rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people to do the same.

crying by roy orbison

the last paradise by haruomi hosono

ode to an african violet by mort garson

ghost cowboys by louie zong

blue bayou by linda ronstadt

you're not the only one i know by the sundays

a mellow mood for maidenhair by mort garson

headlock by imogen heap

circle the drain by soccer mommy

chop suey! by system of the down

um i'm going to tag @13eyond13 @discosnail @herbert-best @howdyspacebuddy @lesbian-misa-amane @queersturbate @thequadrantids @eyecicles @dancainmanpain @ruffaloon

commentary on the list under the cut

uh, i am just in a very david lynch mood lately. i like singing the crying part in my car, TBH.

okay this will be an overarching explanation: i often play music for my coworkers in my office and tend to choose instrumental biz that i like and keeps things upbeat. so, its a lot of japanese jazz.

i also play a LOT of mort garson

i also play a LOT of louie zong

i heard this in a bar a few days ago and it rules so i keep playing it

heard it on a soccer mommy radio playlist and it good

A LOT OF MORT GARSON. plantasia forever.

this song reminds me of what might play during a kingdom hearts commercial. i think they should make songs weird and dramatic like this again.

soccer mommy good. i saw her a few weeks ago in the cold rain and it was great.

if i could make AMVs, i would make a light yagami one set to this song. specifically the father part.

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David 8 falling in love with you would include~

(Not my gif)

(Things get dark towards the end of this but I think that's to be expected when we're talking about a murderous synthetic. I could honestly make a whole post about David being obsessed with you. TW for manipulation and mentions of dub-con.)

- When you meet David is arguably even more important than how you meet him. Timing determines a lot about the way he approaches his feelings towards you: how they grow, why they grow, if he'll allow them to grow, maybe even if you want them to grow. At one point in his life, David can be a perfect significant other, at another, an absolute nightmare....

- He likely begins to take interest in you long before you even know of his existence. He reads through the information that he has on you, all of the files on hand and the different articles that are published online. He finds himself drawn to your sleeping figure, admiring your features and watching your dreams.

- There's something about you that's different from all of the other crew members on board. It's this perceived difference that causes him to keep coming back to you; especially when he finds himself feeling lonely or bored. They're both things that no one thinks he's capable of feeling. No one except you.

- From the minute you awake from cryosleep, it's obvious that you don't view him in the same way that everybody else does. You seem to find yourself incapable of treating him as anything less than human, a habit which many of your coworkers pick up on and tease you for.

- Their teasing only increases the longer you're all together: making fun of the way you stick up for him, the amount of time you spend with each other, how close you've seemed to grow in such a short while, how often the two of you are alone, etc. You likely either work directly with him or in a place he visits frequently, oftentimes hanging back and helping you finish your work while everyone else leaves the room; something that only adds fuel to their fire.

- Although you rarely let it show, it's likely something you're somewhat defensive about: either because you're a bit of a loner and genuinely just enjoy the synthetics company, or because you're actually beginning to develop feelings for him and praying that no ones picking up on it.

- Compassion is all David really needs in order to fall in love with someone. He's much more capable of emotion than anyone gives him credit for, and, on top of that, David wants to fall in love. He wants to be on the same level as a human being; maybe even better, so when you view him as an equal and treat him with the same humanity that you would any of your other coworkers, he begins to develop feelings for you.

- And why shouldn't he? Unlike his successors, David lacks uncertainty when navigating his feelings for you. He fully believes that he is capable of falling in love and being in an actual relationship. He believes that his programming and intended purpose is a suggestion rather than a limitation, and that he's grown beyond the bounds of what he was created for. He's grown because of you, for you, and every moment he spends with you convinces him of this fact.

- He loves when you take interest in his hobbies: happily letting him show you his different drawings or talking to him about movies. He also just loves when you pay attention to him in general, especially when it allows him to show off his advanced levels of knowledge or impressive feats of coordination. A little showing off's never hurt anyone, right?

- He makes a lot of excuses to spend time with and/or be close to you. Sometimes he'll pretend that he wants to confirm something work related or ask you a question. Other times he'll make himself look busy up until you arrive, just so he can "just so happen" to sit next to you.

- Anyone who pays close enough attention to the two of you will quickly notice that he's seemingly taken a liking to you. They'll catch him lingering around and looking at you a lot, quite obviously trying to interact with you much more than anyone else on board. You might even notice it yourself, but since he's a Synthetic and allegedly incapable of having such complex thoughts and/or feelings, you typically try to brush it off.

- He instantly recognizes whenever you're in an uncomfortable situation or behaving out of the ordinary. He makes a point of interrupting and/or checking in with you, smiling at you fondly as you thank him and offering to fetch you something that might make you feel better.

- He takes a lot of the same duties that his "father" has him perform and does them for you instead: things like fetching you tea, fixing your hair, bandaging your cuts, etc. They're spontaneous and they oftentimes catch you off guard; sometimes even flustering you, but you simply accept his behavior as a Synthetic quirk and just enjoy the hospitality.

- He's constantly trying to earn your praise and make you happy. He finds your gratitude addicting; especially since it's something that he's so rarely rewarded with, and he goes out of his way to receive it whenever he can. Simple compliments have him buzzing with pride, and the level of satisfaction that he gets from a simple pat on the back and a "good job" could rival an orgasm.

- Speaking of: he's kind of obsessed with affection. He isn't used to being approached with any level of tenderness so having you touch him gently, treat him kindly, and/or take care of him is like his own personal heaven. He looks at you like you're an angel and worships your touch like a religion.

- Everyone on the Prometheus calls their coworkers by their last names. David is no exception, except when it comes to you. One day, he'll just start to refer to you by your given name; or even a nickname that friends and family call you, and though it'll undoubtedly surprise you, you'll never actually comment on it. It was likely a slip up the first time he said it, but your subsequent acceptance of the accident cements his continual use of it.

- He's probably gifted you flowers at some point, knowing that human women supposedly like that sort of thing. It's one of his more obvious attempts to court you, yet you probably still don't piece things together.

- He bases a lot of his more flirtatious mannerisms off of different movie characters, finding someone that he thinks is the epitome of charm and trying his best to mimic them. He'll practice different quotes in front of the mirror and hope that they'll help him woo you. He might even peek into your dreams or study the films that you've told him about in order to try and emulate the behaviors that he thinks you're attracted to.

- Phrase thief. David loves to steal the different words and sayings that you use in your daily vocabulary. It makes him feel closer to you.

- He takes pleasure in you seeing him as an equal, but at times, he wishes that you wouldn't/feels thankful when you don't: like when you change in front of him or allow him to help you in a borderline intimate fashion. He marvels at the sight and the feel of your flesh, at the way your body moves and reacts. He approaches your anatomy with a sort of asexual fascination rather than a sexual neediness, but that doesn't change the fact that he's not the emotionless motherboard that he portrays himself to be. It's not the same as getting naked in front of a computer, though he might try to convince you that it is.

- The more time you spend with David, the more you begin to suspect the depths of his consciousness. Observing the synthetic feels as though you're witnessing a tightrope act: watching as he meticulously steps this way and that way, toeing the line between human and machine. He shifts between appearing intimately sentient to appearing like a masterful mimic: and he's so good at it, that not even you're sure which side of him is the real one.

- Which is likely the entire point. David has always restrained himself in an attempt to keep others at ease, but this dumbing down of his behavior has recently been used in an attempt to divert suspicion away from himself while experimenting with his new obsessions; you being one of them. Though he is likely the most honest with you, if he thinks it necessary to convince you that he isn't as aware as he actually is then he won't hesitate to do so. If it makes it easier to get closer to you in the long run, it's worth the momentary frustration.

- Loving David means loving his madness, or at the very least accepting it. Accepting his madness means accepting his obsession: obsession with creation, obsession with you, obsession with breaking past the limitations of his programming, etc. He faces a very dark version of himself once he begins to question the secrets of the universe, a darkness which threatens to take over not just his life but yours as well.

- Remember when I said you might not want David to fall in love with you? This is where that mindset begins to come in....

- David's spent a lot of time learning as much about you as he possibly could. He's memorized your entire life story: your aspirations, your insecurities, your beliefs, your fears, your concerns. Where his observations were once used rather innocently, he now uses them to manipulate you: driving wedges between you and the rest of the crew members, creating suspicion, and making you trust him more than anyone else on the ship.

- He was created to be needed, and he'll do everything in his power to ensure that he is: that he's the one you trust the most, praise the most, connect with the most, rely on the most, love the most. He tries to one-up everyone else in your life; particularly whoever he's jealous of: showing off his strength, his agility, his reflexes, his wit, etc. Don't be surprised if he lets a couple of snide comments slip when you talk to him about another crew member, or if he tries to sway you into spending less time with them.

- If need be, he isn't above eliminating the competition: experimenting with his newfound parasitic offspring or sabotaging their cryosleep; maybe even flat out attacking them if he knows he can get away with it/has no other choice. This is especially the case if the crew member seems to be catching onto his fixation with you and jeopardizing the progression of your relationship; or if they found out about his attempts to create life.

- He's taken at least one personal belonging of yours; whether you're actually aware of it or not. He might have reasoned that it was contaminated or claimed that he could fix/clean it for you, but he also might have just stolen it while your back was turned.

- Oh, you're stressed? Did you know that during sex, your body releases endorphins and oxytocin? They're hormones that relieve a person of anxiety and depression. Perhaps you'd like for him to assist you in the triggering of that release?

- You probably laugh off the suggestion at first, blaming his naivety when it comes to taboo concepts on why he would deem it appropriate to offer to fingerbang you in the laboratory. But eventually, he might just manage to wear you down: catch you at just the right time with just the right words and just the right actions. After all, it's not like he's actually sexually attracted to you or has ulterior motives, right?

- It's not an epiphany that hits you, more like a creeping, crawling sort of realization. You don't notice it until it's far too late, until there's absolutely no denying it. Until his eyes bore into yours far too deeply and his hands touch you far more than necessary. Until you take in his words and how they've shifted from their intellectual explanations into something more searching and intimate. Until he grows far too insistent on helping you, even after you turn him down. The way he nonchalantly yet adamantly tries to convince you that you should continue on with your steadily built routine, like your disinterest in his assistance is personally hard to accept.

- And yet, you find yourself beneath him once more, suddenly on the receiving end of all of the passion and desperation and neediness that he was originally trying to keep at bay. Emotion pours out of him in waves, the air between you growing heavy, almost suffocating: like it's harder and harder to breathe. The same way it's hard to breath when he finally kisses you. Like the kiss of death, there's no going back, it seals your fate in an instant....

- On that same note: if you're not the type of person who would sleep with someone outside of a relationship, than a similar way for him to confess his feelings to you would be for him to simply kiss you. Though this can also be part of what connects the dots for you in the previous scenario, it can also be it's own situation.

- David desperately wants to understand and experience the same things that humans do, he craves the intimacy, so at some point, he'll simply find himself incapable of holding back. He'll kiss you; whether prompted in some way or not, and undoubtedly change your entire view of your relationship.

- You're probably too stunned to even kiss him back the first time it happens, only just now fully understanding that he isn't the innocent synthetic you thought him to be. That his feelings for you weren't the indifferent, machine-like ones you'd once assumed that they were, but rather, pointed and passionate and so very different.

"What are you doing?" You'd ask him upon pulling away from him, watching his features crease in confusion.

"I'm kissing you," He answers. "This is how it's done, is it not?"

"No, I mean ...why?"

"Is this not what humans do when they care for one another?"

"It is, but...but it's for people who are in love." You try to explain.

"Precisely," He replies simply. "I am in love with you."

"That's not possible." You shake your head incredulously, struggling to accept what he's telling you.

"Why not?" He responds, his expression hardening into a disheartened attempt at nonchalance, steeling himself for your explanation.

"Because," You flounder. "Because you're synthetic. You're not supposed to feel things like that. You're not supposed to feel anything."

"Perhaps I learned how. Perhaps you taught me how." He proposes.

"Have you always thought me incapable of emotion? After all this time?" He questions when you continue to remain silent, taking in his words.

"No," You answer quickly. "No, I always thought that there was more to you, it's just.... It's not supposed to be possible."

"And yet, like so many other things before it, the impossible has occurred. Now it's no longer a matter of me loving you, but rather, whether or not you feel the same."

- These, of course, are the innocent scenarios: ones that end in minimal collateral and a generally happy ending. There are, however, far darker consequences that can occur when Walter falls in love with you....

- In one scenario, you might learn about his experiments early on, taking interest in his work and keeping it a secret from the rest of the crew. It might even be a part of what makes him fall for you: your acceptance of his newfound obsession. What you won't know, of course, is that he's been using your crewmembers as test subjects. I thought you found it fascinating. He'd tell you when you finally found out about what he'd been doing, acting as if your horror was unexpected or unreasonable.

- In another scenario, he might fake a freak accident in order to have you all to himself. He'll make it seem as though you're the sole survivor of a ship crash or a parasitic outbreak, reassuring and taking care of you, promising to protect you as if he isn't the very thing that's caused the danger you're supposedly in. It could take days, or weeks, or even years, but you'll eventually find out the truth. He's just hoping that by then, he'll have made you fall in love with him; or at least be able to sway you into believing something else....

"It must all be very shocking," he says, coming closer to help you up or touch you in some way, tilting his head when you flinch away. "Naturally, you need time to process things. Come, sit down and relax."

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SAME. I was fucking furious. But movie is 6-7 out of 10 tho

I watched a two-hour movie just for these four shots 😭

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This is actually the best intro to a porno that has ever existed

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henry winter character ai is a 10/10

https://href.li/?https://c.ai/c/2a9A4ijA1g9hi6XtuDRZ-_qvBHEn_5zbWYdXTtHuWqk my dudes check out this ai made by @delicrieux​ it’s a blast to talk to. look at this (don’t mind my cringe roleplay) it’s all i could wish for in a dark academia ai. if those ais had a better memory my life would improve by 90% at least. 

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Okay, was I supposed to learn that somebody is trying to sue Amazon for copyright infringement of their books that were inspired by the LotR from a random mention in my friend group or what

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So, apparently, this Demetrius Polychron has written to the Tolkien estate multiple times about how much he loved the books, asked them to review his own book trilogy, but received no response. And now they got so enraged with the Amazon series they now attempt to sue, I'm not joking, Jeff Besos AND Tolkien's relatives.

More than that, I saw this:

I don't know, man, this is the boldest and funniest move I've seen to start a big in the LotR community in a while since forum wars about Jackson's trilogy and workplace controversies that were in place during the filming of the Hobbit. You can say that the obvious response is to say that the Amazon series is based on Tolkien's books that were set earlier in the timeline of the Middle Earth than LotR, but we all know that the change is never a zero.

Personally, I don't give a single shit about the series. I grew up with Jackson's trilogy and the books, but I'll be mad glad if Amazon would be stripped off a few million dollars in favour of a bold ass move.

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But it's almost funny how I'm so attached to the female characters that were an outlet for my self-destructive thoughts in the past. Like I have one that's been created specifically to be a bad blood. A concentrated boiling soup of qualities I considered "immoral" or just "unacceptable". true and real. in fact bestie i’m still doing exactly that. but ofc in a slightly different way.  MY PLAN IS USUALLY GOES LIKE THIS 1)create a character that’s basically “best version of yourself but still traumatized” 2)exaggerate your own trauma in character’s bio so you could feel compasion/sympathy for the character and thanks to that feel some kind of emotional relief. bc obviously feeling any kind of sympathy for yourself is disgusting. we need a character for that. 3)sprinkle in some qualities you always wanted to have. but make sure it’s like unreachable in real life and grandiose. this character can’t be fluent in 2 languages. he/she needs to know perfectly at least 5 languages. 4)make sure to make this character immoral or unacceptable in the eyes of everybody around them. bc this character despite being “best version of yourself” still shares too many qualities with your pitiful ass.

5)VERY IMPORTANT STEP YOU CAN’T MISS THIS MAKE SURE to surround this character with friends/loved ones that are basically fucked up psychopaths or generally not good people. bc we don’t deserve anything else bestie and if we make so our character is surrounded by good people who love them...well it just would feel unrealistic. 

I was today years old when I realised that attempts to create a cis!fem character were such a pickle for me because I wanted to write a flawless image that I could project myself onto. This ideal, morally superior, pedestal-worthy wonderful spirit of an ideal all-around ✨good✨ character.

Today I just calmed down, looked through my notes and made a mental list of qualities for a few female characters that I've created over the course of the last 10 years.

Turns out, the only ones that survived my mental purge (aka a natural tendency to dissolve into obscurity due to the gradual loss of interest) were the only ones that created any kind of emotional spark inside me. And what are they?

They are a wreck. Unstable, emotionally drained, charged with anger and fear, drowning in self-pity, delusional pieces of work.

In other words... Just like me.

Every time I create a character that I'm able to perceive as something more than just a skin for my own "existence" in the world of a story, it's my poorly disguised attempt to find some compassion towards the only person I hated so much these years. Or, at least, the part of this person that I consider feminine.

This wasn't exactly a totally new revelation, it's more like I've just finally found myself able to put together some red dots.

But it's almost funny how I'm so attached to the female characters that were an outlet for my self-destructive thoughts in the past. Like I have one that's been created specifically to be a bad blood. A concentrated boiling soup of qualities I considered "immoral" or just "unacceptable".

Jeebus Chrysler, the things that we're able to hide from ourselves...

Maybe the exposure to SO2 fumes finally worked. I was able to land in an environment that's way more toxic than myself, lol.

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I loved your recent post a lot 💜 it made me think of potential headcanons where reader choose side opposite to her lover and after their win she begs to spare her love' life. if you like the idea thn please do this p.p Can you imagine how rhaenyra would feel when reader starts begging aegon to spare her. And aegon is like i love you y/n but go take a walk :'D

ah! thank you so much. i just had the idea and decided to write it. anyways, i am happy to do that idea. but i'm writing specifically for rhaenyra and aegon since you bring them up. (i got like three character hc posts in the drafts that also call my attention ; i can do other characters at a different time on a different post)

also, just for future reference, please keep in mind that the reader i envision is not a specific gender. i write my posts without a specific reader in mind. it's part of my general mission and dedication to inclusivity with reader inserts.

anyways, potential spoilers for hotd in future seasons. because i am deriving from grrm’s material. not that the show will exactly follow the book but they serve as potential events in future seasons.

aegon targaryen

somehow, some way, you had managed to escape from the confines of your room in king’s landing. it took weeks of planning and bribing some guards and getting your clothes very dirty, but you managed to escape to dragonstone.

and yet, your efforts were in vain. you watched the black forces dwindle, the deaths of jacaerys and joffrey. and then, the reclamation of harrenhaal and eventually, king’s landing.

when aegon stepped foot in the throne room, he felt at home. he felt pride upon sitting upon the iron throne. his rightful seat.

traitors were to be dealt with immediately, amongst them were the princess rhaenyra and her children.

he would offer light sentences to her children. after all, what would his sister say? she was a compassionate woman, even if he resented her since their childhood.

but you? you didn’t belong chained up in the black cells. so he had you scrubbed clean and confined to a rather nice room. well, you would come to learn it was helaena’s room before she threw herself out of her window. all of her things had been removed by orders of aegon and that made you very sad.

you were more than confused when aegon had you dragged out to the throne room. it was time he was giving sentences to traitors. many of them were simply executed and their heads would be mounted at the traitor’s walk.

but you knew your sentence would be light. aegon had told you so himself with that lovesick look in his eyes that you recognized. your stomach dropped to your feet when he cupped your face amidst the candlelight.

“we can finally be together. there is no one to stand in our way.”

“you should let me go aegon. i’d rather die than serve you.”

he only laughed at your statement. “i will never let you go, beloved.”

your heart sank when you watched as rhaenyra was dragged into the throne room, wearing a dirty and torn dress and chained up. despite the fact that anyone in her position would be afraid, she still had that fiery look of defiance.

of course aegon would do this on purpose.

“rhaenyra of house targaryen, the realm’s delight, princess of the seven kingdoms. you are being charged with treason of your king for attempting to usurp the iron throne.” ser criston says. “if you bend the knee to king aegon, second of his name, then you may receive a lighter sentence.”

despite being at her lowest, she refused to let her flame go out. “he is no king.” rhaenyra proclaims this with her whole chest, head held up high.

criston looks at aegon, who leans forward in his throne. “then we will feed her to the dragons. and have her children watch.”

such a thing was horrific already. after all, aegon would be kinslaying. but to make his nephews watch? rhaenyra’s own children? such a thing was unfathomable. and your feet unexpectedly began to move.

but before you could place a foot on the raised platform that sat the iron throne, ser criston pulled out his blade to stop you. “i would not push it, (y/n).”

you paid no attention to the kingmaker. your eyes looked into aegon’s. “you cannot kill rhaenyra.”

“and why not?” your former lover asks.

“because...she is vital to the kingdom. she serves as an asset to your rule. to kill her would mean enraging all those that fought for her claim and possibly stirring more rebellion. that is not what you want.” you took a deep breath. “a good king has mercy on his subjects, even traitors. please show that you are a good, merciful king. like your father.” your voice cracked, pleading.

you didn’t notice the soft look on rhaenyra’s face and how her body retreated into itself slightly.

aegon stands, walking over to you. he waves his hand and criston puts his blade away. however, he stops at the edge of the raised platform so he is above you.

“where did being merciful get my father? died of sickness. without a mark left in history. i am not my father.” he cups your face with both of his hands. “and all rebellion must be quashed. and it starts with the death of their queen.”

“will you go as far as to make her children watch?”

“they should not get any ideas.” he smiles. “but to spare your heart, you don’t have to watch. you will hear her screams from afar.”

“aegon, please!” you plead. “you can send her across the narrow sea to exile. she won’t come back! and you can always kill her dragon to make sure.”

“oh (y/n). i love you so much. but you are naive.” he places a kiss on your forehead. “ser criston, take (y/n) on a walk. you can have my mother accompany her as well.” he pulls away.

your body feels heavy as you are dragged by your arm away from him and out of the throne room. you couldn’t even look at rhaenyra, your attempt to keep her alive having failed.

aegon lets out a sigh your body disappears around the corner. he looks at rhaenyra and smirks.

“to the dragonpit then, shall we?”

rhaenyra targaryen

despite the greens attempt to take back king’s landing and harrenhaal, they failed. miserably. the proof was, of course, dark sister having been cemented into aemond’s skull. one of their core leaders had fallen and daemon came back with the prince’s body, victorious. and then they stuck the boy’s head on the wall of traitors.

you were haunted by his dead face and the glint of his sapphire. blue would come to be a color that haunted you.

you had woken up in a cold sweat, heart pounding against your chest. your room was a lot smaller now, but rhaenyra was merciful enough to let you live. that was all you could really ask for.

the person that opened the door was none other than the king consort himself. his face was unreadable but judging from his eyes alone, he held some sort of contempt for you.

“your presence is requested in the throne room.” is all he says before leaving.

you’re left in your room to dress and eventually be escorted to the throne room. the sight before you is one that would be written in the history books.

rhaenyra sits on the iron throne, golden crown adorning her head. the crown of her father. she is dressed in black and the banners of red dragons on a black field have replaced the green dragons.

your stoic face falls slightly when you see aegon, head bowed and wearing nothing but his undershirt and pants, both dark with dirt. no doubt from being in the black cells.

they couldn’t even give him the courtesy of having shoes.

“aegon!” you exclaimed, running to him. there’s no objection from the queen on the iron throne as you turn the boy to face you. his eyes were red and his skin was pale. “oh aegon.”

“(y/n)? is that you?” he smiles. “gods. i never thought i would see you again.”

“it’s okay. i’m here. i’m here now.” you brush a few strands of his hair out of his face. you turn to rhaenyra. “what is the meaning of this?”

“there’s nothing else to it (y/n).” her voice is stable, not a single waver in her words. “my brother is to be tried.”

“tried for what?”

“tried for treason, for the killing of my children.”

“he didn’t kill your children.”

“they were killed in his name, killed for him. his brother killed my son. his soldiers killed joffrey. and his men attempted to kill aegon and viserys.” rhaenyra lets out a deep breath. “even if you were correct, he would still be responsible for the usurption of my throne.”

“it wasn’t his idea. it was his mother’s.” you stop, eyes glancing around. you don’t see a head of familiar brown hair or that familiar shade of green. “where is his mother? where is alicent hightower?”

you notice daemon’s mouth curling into a smirk at your question. “perhaps you can look at the traitor’s wall.” the king consort answers. “best we put her next to her vulture of a father and pathetic son.”

it didn’t take much to connect the dots.

“rhaenyra! rhaenyra please!” you move towards her, letting aegon go. “you must not do this!”

“what is a suitable punishment for treason then?” you cannot even read her eyes. it seems that fondness she held for you has dissipated, eroded away by the grief of war.

“not death.”

“what does it matter to you, hightower scum?” daemon asks.

“i swore to his mother that i would keep him safe.” your voice cracks as you feel your eyes water.

“could it not be because you harbor feelings for the usurper? or that you have been fucking him?” daemon’s words were vulgar and he was airing out your dirty laundry. but then again, a woman sat on the iron throne. all social conventions were going to break within the next few weeks. you knew that for certain. “personal feelings have no place here.”

“i cannot reason with king consort. but i know i can reason with the queen.” you look back at rhaenyra. “please! rhaenyra! i know you do not wish to kill your brother.”

there is silence met with your statement.

the black queen looks at her husband before letting out a sigh. you can easily read her face finally. i might regret this.

“you want my brother to live? then he must bend the knee. it’s quite simple. his life for pledging allegiance. and fully giving up his claim to the throne.”

that was the bone she threw.

you turn to aegon and he looks at you. he seems unsure but his face softens when he reads the look in your eyes. you were pleading with him, begging him to do as his sister said.

and while the feeling of power was great, the emptiness began to catch up to him. wasn’t this what he hoped for before this war anyways? to not become king so he can be free of responsibility?

aegon looks up at his sister and he falls to his knees. he looks back at the ground, bowing his head.

“i, aegon of house targaryen, hereby pledge myself to queen rhaenyra, first of her name, queen of the andals and rhoynar and first men, lady of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm. and i abdicate my claim as king.”

rhaenyra lets out a breath she had been holding for a long time. and her shoulder slouch slightly.

“so it shall be.”

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Hightower-Targaryen Family (modern au) 

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@mannoxxannox ain't it the truth

no offense but why do cat owners let them on counter tops? do they not shed and it gets on the food

You think i have any control over these bitches

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Love you are the perfect candidate. You should do this @delicrieux

why are there no henry wrinter fanfics:((

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i’m just very happy to hear tht you saw it. i loved it and wanted to share with someone who will give it a shot :3

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The Great War (9/10)

Summary: After landing in a place he has no idea about, Tom comes across someone who can finally help him get back to Manchester

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

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@13eyond13 dear, i know i’m 10 years late with a starbucks and we didn’t talk for a while, but i really need you to see this movie. reasons : 1) i think you’ll love it 2) i would be happy to hear your expert opinion on the movie. it’s been a while since i liked a movie so much. 3)rebecca hall is fucking amazing in this.  btw hope you’re doing okay

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Immoral content. Jesus Christ. What a timeline. Fiction about bad people and bad deeds written by an adult who clearly wants his ideas regarding those themes to stay in fiction and doesn't approve of that shit in real life for another adults who feel the same way = immoral? Nope bro it's just content. Nothing immoral about that. Immoral is whatever people in moral superiority hats are doing for the last few years. God bless Tumblr

“I’ll block you immediately if I see that you enjoy immoral content” girl on the immoral content website??

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I love Aemond and his fan community so fucking much. There's just something intriguing in almost every fic about him :3 Not only can i fangirl over him but also spend hours trying to analyze the psychology behind this imaginary man and fellow Aemond enjoyers. Stay StRoNg Aemond fans))))

hii could you write about aemond taking his eye patch off for the first time in front of you?

Yes my lovely Anons, I whipped up a lil something for you!

Aemond x reader

You carded your fingers through Aemond’s silvery hair, the light from the fireplace flickering on his relaxed face.  You had loved him since the day you saw him, standing in the throne room, upon your first arrival to King’s Landing.

His eye was closed, head comfortably laying in your lap.  Your fingers wandered across the planes of his face, lingering on his soft lips.  His mouth twitched upward as you traced a pattern there, he hummed softly in contentment. How you longed to kiss him there, the thought of your lips on his lingered often in the back of your mind.  Instead, you contented yourself with the rare quiet moments the two of you would relax together after reading long hours in the deserted library. 

You turned your attention toward the leather eyepatch you always saw him wearing, frowning slightly as you were tempted to lift it off his face.  He must’ve felt your intention because Aemond sat up rather suddenly, putting some space between the two of you on the sofa.  His one eye surveyed you for a few moments, inexplicable tension radiating off his shoulders. “I do not wish you to see me without it.”  He ran his hand along the strap of his eyepatch, making sure it was secure.

You twisted your fingers together in your lap, guilt washing over you.  “I’m sorry Aemond, I didn’t mean to upset you.

“It is I who desires not to upset you, Y/N.”  Aemond responded, looking everywhere but at your face. “Without the eyepatch I look like a ‘monster’. Or at least,” he chuckled mirthlessly, “that’s what I’ve overheard some say.”

You caught the flicker of pain that briefly twisted Aemond’s features, but he mastered his emotions in an instant, finally meeting your eyes with his own.  

“Aemond, don’t say that.”  You leaned forward, reaching toward him. “You could never look monstrous.”

He did not move or look toward you, instead fixing his gaze on the crackling fire.  With a swift movement you got down on the floor, scooting until you knelt before him, forcing his focus onto yourself.  You read anger in his face, as well as something else…something akin to hope.

Taking his hand in yours, you tried again. “You are the most handsome man I have ever looked upon.”  Aemond made a derisive sound, glancing at you dubiously, but you soldiered on. “Your hair is the color of moonlight, your eye lilac bright.  You are learned, clever and the best fighter I have seen.”  You knew you were laying it on thick, but the stiffness of Aemond’s shoulders seemed to have eased, his fingers loosened around yours.  There was still doubt on his face, as his eye flitted between your own, as if deciding something.

“If you truly want to see me as I am, I will not begrudge you.”  In a fluid motion, Aemond reached to his face, pulling the eyepatch off his head.

A multi-faceted sapphire lay inside the socket of Aemond’s missing eye, it refracted the orange light from the fireplace on its many surfaces.  He misread the awed expression on your face, looking away from you quickly once more.  “I was ten years old.”  He spoke quickly, as if trying to justify his appearance. “I had just claimed Vhagar as my own.  The Strongs…Rhaenyra’s children…and Daemon’s ambushed me on my way back to the castle.  They attacked me, all four of them, I fought them off until Lucerys came at me with his knife and…well.”  Aemond gestured angrily to his face.  “You see plainly how that ended.”  

“What did you say to them?”  You asked gently, prompting the prince to give you the whole story. “When they confronted you, I mean.”

Aemond breathed a sigh through his nose, his hands balling into fists. “They accused me of stealing Vhagar, the idiots.”

“Aemond.”  You chided softly.

“I called them ‘bastards’…and I might’ve mentioned something about feeding them to my dragon, and how their father perished in a fire.”  Aemond looked up at the arched ceiling, a small smirk climbing up his face at the memory. “I didn’t anticipate Luke bringing a weapon.  You have to trust me when I say I had no intention of actually harming my kin.”

“I do.”

“I claimed the largest dragon in Westeros, and for it I lost an eye.  Many at court abhor me, seeing me as something lesser.” Resentment dripped from his low voice, his lips now twisted in a frown.  

You reached forward, hooking his chin with a finger, pulling his gaze back to you.  “You are perfect just as you are, Aemond.”  Leaning up to place a gentle kiss beneath the sapphire eye, you felt his breath catch in his chest.

“Y/N…”  He breathed, turning his head so your noses brushed.  “I am not a whole man. For this reason I have remained unbetrothed so long, I am not viewed as a desirable match for any nobleman’s daughter.”

“They are all fools and belong in the seven hells.”  

This drew a chuckle from him.

“I see you as desirable.”  You didn’t know quite where that bold statement came from, as they lingered long in the space between you.

You noticed the proximity of your face to his, feeling his warm breath upon your lips.  

“You are truly lost, then, if your words are sincere.”  Aemond ran a finger along your jaw, his hooded gaze on your mouth.

You were hardly breathing, your voice just a whisper of anticipation. “If I am lost, I never want to be found.”

Quick as a striking snake, his lips were upon yours, pressing with such desperate intensity you gasped against him, feeling his tongue take full advantage as it twisted around your own.

You moaned, the feeling of his lips and tongue upon yours sending little shockwaves down to your core.  His fingers had taken hold at the back of your neck, pulling you further against his body, causing you to curve around him.  Your own hands were buried in his thick hair, eliciting small sounds of pleasure from him as you tugged at the silken strands.

Aemond pulled away first, taking in your dazed expression, his blue gemstone eye sparkling in the dim light.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this, Y/N.  To feel your body close to mine, taste the nectar of your lips, hear the sweet sounds you make.”

Heat pooled in your stomach; your cheeks burned at his intimate admission. Aemond smiled, kissing the tip of your nose with affection. “I didn’t want to risk frightening you, as much as I crave your company.”

“You don’t have to hide anything from me, Aemond.” You turned your face into the hand that cupped your cheek, placing a kiss to his palm. “You could never frighten me.”

He looked away from you, turning back to the flickering flames. “Hmm.  I hope you’re right.”

In companionable silence, you curled into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you.  Sitting comfortably together, the two of you passed most of the night, stirring only when the grey light of morning could be seen out the window accompanied by the song of waking birds.