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[icedmetaltea]

SCP AU:

y/n does and experiment where themselves and a D-Class both sleep in the same room as Sun and moon at different times.

The D-Class was mauled of course. But y/n was snuggled nicely and got other foods as a treat from them.

little do the staff know Y/n used this experiment to make the boys stop killing doctors if they said they’d spend the night!!

and sometimes only to rare few (everyone but y/n) they’d call y/n THEIR mate. And demanded they see them!

am very sleepy and I want to be held by the horrors

"Am very sleepy and I want to be held by the horrors" is more relatable than it should be (also I'm cackling 😂😂)

[ollieinoue]

Linden Dorm 3. Reading Period. [ @rhia-falla​ ]

"Okay, so there is a lot going on," Ollie said primitively as he entered Rhia's room, a folder in one hand and in the other a brown paper bag of black cherry ice cream from the nearest gas station. "I really need to sort shit out for your required classes. Which math are you taking?" He asked hopping up onto Rhia's bed and flipping the folder open going through the list of Rhia's classes. "Do you want to study? Or do you want me to like... take care of it." Who knew. Rhia had been gone for a month maybe she she came back with a whole new lease on school life. Mostly he was just interested in anything but thinking about the Time Capsule shit. However after a short moment of staring down at the folder in his hand he looked back up to Rhia. "Are you okay? I brought you ice cream," he said putting it between them, "I mean like I brought us ice cream but..." Ollie let his voice trail off, shrugging his shoulders.

[aresxseunggi]

112 — ares is handsy what's new.

MOVED FROM DISCORD - continued from here.

regular smegular: @idleds

blockquote: me

truthfully, you’d think seunggi would know better at a certain point, but — it wasn’t like he was against ares getting handsy. if anything, he loved it, encouraged it, and those feelings were probably half of the subconscious reason he even drifted to the couch in the first place. the other half being that he did simply want to hold his fiancé, and be held.

as it turned out, he got more than he bargained for. and, sure, maybe part of seunggi knew what he was doing when he let his colder hand slip under the hem of ares’ sweater, claiming to be looking for some warmth (yes, he is the partner to make his cold limbs everyone’s problem). and the fact that his fingers kept tapping upupup until he found a small piece of metal, of which he mindlessly fiddled with as his nose pressed into ares’ neck. he couldn’t really be bothered to watch any of the lannisters speak, if he was honest, so better to be safe and warm than cringing at their every other word.

a feeling that only grew when he felt ares’ fingers curl under the waistband of his pants, falling further and further south, which — he didn’t think much of at first. again, the man was handsy. but that didn’t mean seunggi expected anything to come from it, let alone a finger, then two.

or the fact that ares seemed intent on halting any time seunggi made too much of a noise. a little cruel, if you asked him. the other man knew seunggi just couldn’t help it when he got too close, let alone with ares’ fingers. but it made for a good fuck all the same — all hurried grinds of his hips against where ares’ thighs slotted with his own, choked and swallowed moans only appearing where seunggi mouthed and kissed along the comfort of his neck.

and when he finally came, after minutes and minutes of teasing drowned out by the tv’s yelling in the background, it was with a shiver and his eyes locked on ares’, mouth open wide and seemingly wordless, before retreating back into his neck once more.

“again.”

if seunggi was going to come to him, lay on him, then ares was going to touch. hands in his hair, fingers dragging gently up and down his back. hands sliding along seunggi’s sides, and down over his ass. shoulders, back, shoulders, hair, back, ass — he was touching as he pleased, all slow and gentle. and truthfully, he was fine like this. ares was content to hold him, to touch and just watch their show. but here’s the thing — ares was a slut. mostly just where seunggi was involved, obviously, but that didn’t have to be said. so once his husband started getting handsy himself? playing with ares’ piercing, pressing into his skin — well. he just couldn’t help himself. “pretty baby,” it was cooed softly in response as his own head turned to press a kiss to seunggi’s forehead — or more like his temple, seeing as his husband was tucked away in his neck. “greedy today, hm?” as if ares was one to talk, if they were reversed right now he’d feel the same exact way. he’d never fault seunggi for wanting more. for wanting to go again. it was almost too easy to give in, wasn’t it? to grip and squeeze at seunggi’s ass with one hand, while slowly thrusting into him once more with the other. it was slow, eyes not once leaving what he could see of seunggi as he fucked him. he wanted to see whatever he could, of course, all while his mind drifted to what they could do. did he keep using just his fingers? maybe — or maybe he’d flip them around, urge seunggi into being the little spoon and fuck him instead of just his fingers — “you’re so good for me, baby.” it came just as softly as the first time he spoke, free hand squeezing a bit harder at his husbands ass in the same second that he started to thrust his two fingers a little faster. hearing him, feeling him — it was enough to have ares’ lips parting with a soft gasp, body turning a little to just face him a little more.

it was horribly easy for seunggi to get overwhelmed and lost in the way ares touched him— he was already clinging to his husband before he got his hands on him, so now? one orgasm in? with ares sounding so sweet in his ear? seunggi was bound to be a goner. and bound to be just as desperate as he was the first time.

the hands he had clutching ares’ side had their grasp growing tighter seconds after ares’ own hold had, his hips beginning to rock back with a shiver. ares’ words alone were enough to get seunggi running wild, so his husband’s willingness to indulge only left him pressing further against him out of pure trust. his hand lifted to take a fist of ares’ sweater into his grasp, the opposite falling to do the same with the waistband of his pants. his lips parted only slightly to let out a gentle (and eager?) “please.” ares’ turning, even if only a little, had seunggi pulling his face from neck to nose at his jaw. his fingers curled into the waistband of ares’ sweats, angling his head to press a kiss to his skin with a quiet moan. “can i? please?”

“not yet, love.” it came with a soft hum as ares’ free hand started to move again, fingers dragging slowly along the other man’s side as if to demonstrate as he spoke. “can touch me like this, if you want.” as badly as he liked the idea of a hand on his cock, ares wanted the focus on seunggi — something that wouldn’t be one hundred percent if the other man was in his pants, too. surely he’d understand — “s’not a no, just —“ a soft laugh was muffled as ares turned his head into seunggi, eyes closing for a second as his fingers curled in search of that certain spot. add in a bit of a harder pace, and it was clear he just wanted to get seunggi moaning more. “let me hear you, baby.”

a small scowl was inevitable at being told no— or. well. not yet. wasn’t exactly a no, but still wouldn’t do. not when he knew ares was hard in his pants and had nothing to show for it. but he supposed he had to take what he was offered— even if it might? have gotten lost in translation? ares said touch and seunggi couldn’t stop thinking about his dick despite his hand being on his side, so he let the weight of his hand drag teasingly over ares’ cock through his sweats. certainly taking what he could get.

“y’make me feel so good—“ he borderline complained, his brows furrowing as he hid his face next to ares’ once more. the fact became harder to hide as his husband’s hand moved quicker and with more intent, leaving seunggi a gasping, moaning mess in his hold. a specific curl of his fingers and seunggi cried out, his free hand clutching harshly at whatever he could grasp of ares. again, he was desperate for it and ares. “j-just like that, fuck— m’gonna come—“

ares couldn’t really help the way his hips flexed up into the others hand — it felt good, even if it was only a fraction of what he’d actually want. he was a patient man, though — he knew he’d get his own eventually. seunggi was on his mind right now, though, and he wanted to make him feel good. better than just good, if he had anything to say about it. ares’ free hand made a slow path down the back of seunggi’s thigh, fingers digging in to grab and pull. the goal was simply to get his husbands leg up over ares’ waist, hopefully making it that much easier for him to grind against ares in whatever way he might want. “come for me, baby. i wanna feel you let go,” it was murmured lowly with a lazy nip to seunggi’s ear, all while his fingers kept the same pace. just as hard, just as fast, still curling — if seunggi was close, ares didn’t want to fumble the ball right now. no, he wanted to get him coming and moaning — of course he did.

really, seunggi didn’t need more invitation than that; the second ares readjusted his leg, he was taking his chance to grind a little shamelessly against his husband’s thigh. it felt a little ridiculous when ares was fucking him so well, but if it meant he could get more of ares’ fingers and friction on his cock? he was going to take it without a second thought. a raw moan fell free with the man’s voice in his ear, his features growing tense as he rocked his weight back and forth. and he felt good— so good, his attention was growing weaker and weaker. the hand working ares neglected him for a moment, his fingers curling around the man’s hip to grip hard before: “shit—“ seunggi gasped out, his voice breaking as he came. “baby. my baby,” he breathed with a quiet moan until his hips started to slow, his head tilting to press kisses to everywhere he could manage.

there was something about seunggi rocking against him that really just — it turned him on. of course it did! he loved to see seunggi like this, letting go and enjoying it to the point of reaching his release. it was hot, yeah, but it almost always warmed ares right up in moments like this. moments where he could just fully focus on his husband and make him melt. “there you go, baby. so good for me, hm?” ares did his best to help milk seunggi’s orgasm, though after a few more thrusts of his fingers he was slowing to a stop. they pulled free to instead grip at seunggi’s ass again, his other hand growing loose on the others thigh to drag gently against his skin. the goal was to comfort, of course, and help bring seunggi back down from his second orgasm. “gimme a kiss,” it was said with a grin as his kisses came freely, though ares was puckering his lips right after.

how could seunggi resist when ares asked so sweetly?

by letting out a huff of a laugh and burying further into ares' neck. "gimme a second— my face'll be all red," he teased, his arms wrapping around the other man's waist to hold him close. after the intensity of his first orgasm and the urgency of the second? he just needed to cool down, was all. and it came quickly, just so he could give ares his kiss they both wanted.

he let out a hum as his head lifted, a small smile on his lips as he bumped his nose against his husband's. "you're going to have to rewind a lot, hm?" a tilt of his head and he pressed his lips to ares' for a longer kiss, then a peck, and another. "you look cute like this, you know." a hand lifted to squish ares' cheeks as his smile grew wider. "my soft, squishy baby."

"and?" it was said with a scoff as seunggi tucked away into his neck again. not that ares really minded. he liked having his husband in whatever way he could get him, and right now? holding him, feeling his warmth, that was more than enough for ares. the smile returned quickly when seunggi's head lifted, and it only grew wider with the words and kiss. "we can just restart the episode." easy fix, wasn't it? so much so that ares didn't seem to care to think on it much more. not when he had his husband in his arms, with kisses galore. kisses, and laughter, apparently. what was he meant to do when his cheeks were getting pinched? "stop," his head turned to nip gently at seunggi's fingers a little, "i love you. so much."

"that's true," seunggi laughed softly, head dipping to leave a kiss on the tip of ares' nose. "and i'm afraid i can't do that, even if i do love you most," he murmured, tilting a llittle bit to let his forehead rest against the other man's. the angle might not have been great, especially with his fingers unrelenting on his cheeks, but he'd take any opportunity to admire ares like this. "am i allowed to get you off now?" his hand finally let the other's cheeks go to tilt his chin up with one finger. "or should i still wait?"

“oh no?” a kiss to his nose would always be enough to turn him soft — let alone with everything else. seunggi was being cute, ares would always fall soft for a cute seunggi. especially one that was looking at him how his husband was. “hmm,” his hum was quiet, smile only growing a tad as his hands squeezed at seunggi’s skin in their respective spots. “i’d love that so much, yeah.” was decided with a snicker of a laugh, eyes never once leaving seunggi — made all the easier considering how his head was tipped. “and you didn’t exactly wait — you just cheated the system.” nothing but teasing words, really — again, ares did enjoy a hand on his cock, he wasn’t complaining.

"mhm, no." seunggi confirmed, albeit as teasingly as he could muster in such a soft moment. it only had him laughing out at the accusation of cheating— "you told me how to cheat, you little snake," seunggi gasped, his hand falling gliding down along ares' chest to gently nudge him onto his back. it took him another moment to toss one of his legs over his waist to straddle him before hovering over him. "what do you want, hm? hand? mouth?" he leaned forward to catch the other man's lips in a kiss. "if you want a second, i can ride you?"

it was only fair that ares would gasp, too — little snake! his mouth fell open with the noise, eyes even growing a little wider as he flopped to his back. “i thought you’d go for a boob or something!” once more ares was laughing, which meant the smile was back just as quickly as it had gone. his hands found their way to his husbands thighs, fingers pressing gently into the skin as they moved up. “hand,” ares didn’t need much thought on the matter, seunggi looked good like this — on him, where ares could see every bit of him. not that he didn’t like his mouth, it’d be a lie to say otherwise — but he liked being able to see, and touch, and kiss while being touched himself. though when riding was put on the table? “i can wait until you’re ready, if you want.” was mused with a grin as his hands finally landed on seunggi’s hips in an attempt to pull him down flush against ares. “just skip right to the riding.”

“baby, i love your boobs, but they’ll always come second to your dick,” seunggi corrected with a teasing grin. besides: he was looking for anyway to get him off, and his dick was a better route to doing that than a tit! “mm, i do want,” he laughed, placing one hand by ares’ head and the other near his side to keep himself steady as he grinded down against him. “but do you want?” he hummed before pressing another kiss to ares’ lips — this one slower than the first. “or do you want to get fucked? hm?”

“you’re giving me too many options,” it was mused with a laugh and happy little smile. between everything seunggi has offered up in the last minute, and the grinding? the kisses? ares was going to explode, really. “i do want — you can fuck me later.” they had all day, everyday, for the rest of their lives, after all. which is why he took the time to lift his head for another kiss and move to intertwine his fingers with the hand by his head before going on. “just kiss me for a little, maybe — and keep doin’ that.” it was said with a lazy flex of his hips to grind against seunggi a little firmer.

seunggi couldn’t help but outright laugh at that— yeah, he could agree. “just want you to feel good,” he grinned, his voice growing softer before squeezing at that hand now in his. and he could easily kiss ares for as long as he wanted— it’s all seunggi ever wanted, anyway, on any given day. the same could almost be said for grinding, especially with ares was playing a part, too. the feeling of his husband against him forced a surprised (and happy) hum out of him as he caught his lips in another kiss, unwilling to let this one end, really.

ares could go on and on all day about how good seunggi was at making him feel good, and in so many different ways. it was almost ridiculous how much he could say about it, actually. not that he got the chance right now, no, he’d much rather have his kisses. he took, too — took and took, right up until he’d need to break away for a breath or two. not that ares went far, he simply let his lips drag slowly along seunggi’s jaw. his free hand left his husband’s hip, too, if only to wrap around the back of his neck with every intention of keeping him close. not once did his grinding stop, either, even if it was a little on the slow and lazy side. “can you help me take this off—“ it was the only time he stopped kissing seunggi’s skin, mostly so the hand on seunggi’s neck could instead start tugging at his sweater. he couldn’t be blamed for getting hot, or wanting as close to naked as he could get, right?

"what, gettin' too hot on me?" seunggi huffed a quiet laugh, pushing up enough to let both of his hands find the hem of ares' sweater and tug over his head. might've taken him a moment due to a little giggling and stumbling, but when the fabric did eventually end up on the floor, did it really matter? seunggi's hands quickly go to touching along his bare skin, a little greedily now that he could see the little pieces of metal. he let out a small sigh as he leaned forward to snag another kiss (or three). "you don't ever take a day off of being pretty, huh?"

“a little — aren’t you?” seunggi’s giggling was almost infectious, and at the very least had ares’ cheeks rising in a happier smile. it was a nice sound, okay? didn’t really matter that he was horny, a laugh out of his husband was going to get him feeling gooey and warm inside. “thanks, baby.” came as he was freed, with both hands instantly lifting in hopes of cupping either side of the others face for the kiss. and the next, and the next. “you’re gonna make me blush,” was mused with a few kisses getting scattered along seunggi’s cheeks, and one more landing on his lips again as his head fell back comfortably. “you’re one to talk, though. just look at ya,” now would be a great time for a mirror, but memory would suffice. as if seunggi didn’t know what he looked like — “you make me so happy,” saying sweet things being the main source right now, among other things.

“that’s the goal, little dove,” seunggi teased, more giggles slipping free with each and every kiss until he could look over ares’ features once more. “i’d rather look at you,” he murmured, one hand lifting to fix the other man’s hair in any places it’d gone wild. it didn’t move after that, though— except to gently brush his fingertips down ares’ cheek. he tapped below his eye, down the bridge of his nose, below his brow— everywhere he could manage while his words settled. “thank you for saying that,” he mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. good timing, too, as the tv’s dialogue seemed to reach a lull so he could be heard. “that’s all i want.” to make ares feel every good thing in the world would be more like it, but to hear he was happy with seunggi always made his heart swell. “you make me the happiest i’ve ever been.” his free hand went off in search of ares’ left one to intertwine their fingers once more as he leaned forward for a heavier, longer kiss. all of his feelings wrapped up into one, you know? in the meantime, his hips shifted again, too, this time a little more purposeful as he let out a small hum.

ares’ eyes fluttered shut with those tapping fingers, mind almost coming to a full stop. with seunggi’s touches it almost always happened like that, ares could settle quick. “that works out for the both of us then, doesn’t it?” it was quite the arrangement, being able to just look at one another as much as they wanted. ares certainly took advantage of it, that’s for sure. with how his husbands looks were all but ingrained into his brain, it only made sense that he got his fair share of glances. “good, it’s what you deserve, love.” the day ares stopped making seunggi feel happy and safe was a day he never wanted to see come. “my pretty baby,” came all too naturally as their hands intertwined and his head tipped to meet seunggi’s for the kiss. his free hand settled against seunggi’s waist, gripping firm in hopes of being able to use that grip to encourage his husband's movements. it was good already, so good in fact that ares was gasping softly into the kiss. his own hips were rocking, too, wanting to help (and get more) with every grind. it only brought more gasps and moans, of course, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

seunggi’s movements grew a little more fluid with the hand on his hip and ares’ rocking against his own, making him much more interested in drawing more noises out of ares than anything else. his hands lifted to the collar of his own sweater, only breaking away to tug the fabric off and toss it to the side, too. he took a moment to look over his husband’s features before lifting his hips to start pushing ares’ pants down his thighs. “one more,” he huffed out a flustered laugh, just to press down and steal another kiss before leaning to grab the discarded bottle of lube.

his own hips lifted to try and help — his sweats didn’t have to come off the whole way, of course, but as much as the position would let him. ares wasn’t exactly picky when he was about to get his dick rode, you know? “just the one,” ares could agree with that, and did so with a small smile as he watched seunggi move. he was almost too addicting to look away from, so he didn’t. he had to be ready for more kisses, after all. “fuck, baby — look at you.” seunggi was just sitting there. sure, but he looked good doing so. so good that ares couldn’t keep his hands to himself, both falling to his husbands thighs to squeeze at lazily. “just use me to feel good — wanna see you lose yourself.

“mhm,” seunggi hummed, one hand running along ares’ chest as he considered his words. he’d do his best to live up to it, but— again, he was more interested in getting ares off now, you know? after he’d gotten seunggi off twice—

he let out a soft sigh as he moved to shift off of ares’ waist, beginning to tug his own pants down and off. then he shifted back to toss one leg over ares to straddle him— this time, with his back facing him. from there, it didn’t take him long to cover his fingers in the substance to subsequently cover ares’ length. he fell silent as the bottle fell away; as his hips lifted; as his hand lined them up; as his hips slowly sank. then, and only then, did his lips part with another sigh. “— fuck.”

“oh, fuck —“ ares hadn’t been mentally prepared for this view. it had his stomach sinking with a sharp intake of breath, eyes trailing along the expanse of his husbands back and down to watch. “should’ve given me a kiss first,” was he really complaining? not technically — teasing, if anything. with how good seunggi felt around him, and the view? ares didn’t think it would be right to complain about a single thing. no, he’d rather focus on not passing out. or touching seunggi, of which he was going to do a lot of. a good start? both hands falling to grasp at his ass, fingers digging in once or twice before one lifted to land a smack. nothing harsh, just — well, an impulse, really. it was right there, he had to. “you feel so fucking —” ares was already starting to fall on the breathless side, though that was to be expected, right? “is it good, baby?”

seunggi let out a small huff of a laugh, even if his amusement was hidden behind the beginning of blown features. “told you one more, baby.” maybe he should’ve given him another one, though, just because he could. he stayed still for a moment, trying to keep his own breathing in tact after his weight fell entirely. his efforts were a little wasted with how the hit to his ass, no matter how gentle, forced a gasp out of him. and eventually a hum as he shifted forward a bit in the hopes of slowly grinding down on ares’ cock. “mhm—“ came his answer first, one hand falling to ares’ thigh while the other squeezed at one of the hand on his ass. “always, honey.” and it showed in seunggi’s inability to get enough. after another moment of grinding, his weight lifted only slightly, just to drop right back down. “love havin’ you inside of me, baby. love it.”

was seunggi moving a lot? no. but was it enough? oh, yeah — it was. already ares was gasping, tensing. he felt stuck, too, but in the best way. no where to go, nothing to do but watch. “oh, shit — yes,” ares’ hands tightened again with how good it felt already, even if only the slightest movements. he couldn’t help but moan, his own hips rocking just barely in the same second he was spreading seunggi’s cheeks. it was as if ares was just trying to get deeper — which he was. any little bit, you know? “i love your ass,” yet another soft, breathless statement. one said as he dug his fingers in just a little harder. of course another slap wasn’t far off, either, this time with the opposite hand as to not disturb seunggi. “you’re so pretty like this, stuffed full of my cock.” so much so ares wanted a picture, wanted to be able to look at this exact moment whenever he wanted. maybe he would, but not right now. “you sound even prettier, baby.”

seunggi did not expect another hit to his ass despite only having one hand under his own, and the contact dragged a low moan out of him this time around. it was like ares could just tell what he wanted without seunggi having to say or even hint at it. his back arched easily, just so he could have more control as he slowly lifted his weight up. the hand on ares’ thigh glided along to curl under his leg, trying to angle it up to bend at the knee, even if only a little. just so he could have something to hold onto, you know? meanwhile, he got into a rhythm of sorts of lifting his weight, just to bring it back down slowly. he wanted both of them to enjoy it, sue him.

ares moved as he was urged, his leg bending up — it might have fallen to the side a little, but otherwise? it would do as far as support goes. moans spilled freely as he watched every rise and fall of seunggi’s hips, eyes glued to the sight. maybe they’d trail up along his back, sure, but for the most part? he couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere else. “could do this all day,” it was murmured softly as his hand drifted off of his husbands ass in favor of holding his hip, his own fucking shallowly up into him as best as he could. there wasn’t a whole lot of effort put into it — no, ares was too hooked on what seunggi was giving him right now. “you’re so good to me —“ another moan or two, gasps escaping too. he was sure he could come just like this, though that was no surprise when seunggi was involved. it also was no real surprise that ares’ grip was shifting again in the same moment he was sitting up. he wanted nothing more than to wrap around seunggi, lips instantly landing against his husbands shoulder to pepper a few kisses. “i’ll lay back down in a second just — give me a kiss.” it was said with a soft, growing smile, even if said smile was hidden due to a couple more kisses to seunggi’s skin.

seunggi would agree— he’d be able to sit just like this all day, or for as long as ares would let him. he was having a good time, really, and the moans brewing in his chest and spilling free with every drop of his hips made it clear. his surprise with ares sitting up was just as clear, considering he let out a small gasp with the realization that he was directly behind him, his lips on his shoulder—— was it bad that he kind of liked this a lot? all the benefits of taking it from behind, but giving ares a rest from giving, and all. “just one?” he teasingly gasped, his lips growing wide with a soft smile. the hand on ares’ lifted to grasp at what he could of the back of ares’ head, tugging at his hair comfortably. “make me, hm?”

“as many as you want to give me, baby.” was the first thing out of his mouth, but with what seunggi said next? it seemed he wouldn’t be giving ares any. in fact, ares would just be taking — and that was alright by him. made obvious by the way a hand snaked around to press gently against seunggi’s stomach and the other went higher. high enough to curl his fingers around his husband's jaw, nothing more being said as he forced his head back a bit. a little angling was needed, too, of course, with ares leaning to meet him the rest of the way. it felt a fitting time for his hips to flex once more — even if this new angle didn’t let ares move much.

while seunggi did tell ares to take what he wanted, he was a little amused to see how quickly he’d gotten to work doing so. his skin grew warm all over with the hand on his stomach; his breath caught with the fingers on his jaw. this— this was much better than seunggi just kissing him, that was for sure. hence why he gave all he could do the kiss, his eyes falling shut and teeth nipping at ares’ lips before he pulled away, only to let his head fall back and rest against his shoulder while his weight rocked. “i love you, i love you— fuck—“ his voice broke a little, the kiss clearly being enough to get seunggi moving the show on the road, his pace gradually increasing and growing harder.

okay — maybe he wouldn’t lay back down. maybe ares would just tighten his hold on seunggi’s body to make sure he didn’t fall. why? well, ares needed to shift a little, just enough to let his back rest against the back of the couch. his own moans picked up again, and he had to resist the urge to let his eyes fall closed. no, he kept them on seunggi as the hand on his jaw dropped just enough to wrap around his husbands throat instead. “i love you — i love how you love me.” ares murmured into his skin, lips dragging slowly along his neck as he did. “you’re gonna make me come — don’t stop, seunggi — fuck, baby.” he couldn’t catch his breath if he tried, and he wasn’t even doing anything! just tightening his hand around the others throat, and kissing at his skin.

all seunggi really needed to put his last little bit of umph behind his movements was the indication that ares was close. but, as the spectacular husband ares always was, he gave seunggi so much more. for one, a hand on his throat. it was always one of his favorite things, especially considering he couldn’t get enough of ares’ hands. second, the man’s lips on his neck— and well, that was always enough to drive him crazy. it also drove him crazy that his skin could so easily muffle the noises he wanted to hear, but—— he supposed to could only have so much here. the only thing he really wanted, though, was for ares to get off, so. all of his attention went to getting him there, especially once he neared his own. the hand on ares’ thigh shifted to grab at his own cock, his moans growing unrestrained as he stroked himself quickly. “fill me up, baby, please—“

ares liked to think that when he wanted to, he could last a long time. long enough, at least. but right now? no part of him wanted to drag it out, not when seunggi felt so fucking good around him. it only had ares relaxing fully, wanting nothing more than to let the work seunggi was putting in take him over. it resulted in louder, more frequent moans, with his hands clenching around seunggi. ares’ teeth sunk into the others skin with every intention of leaving a mark — a dark one, hopefully. something he’d be able to see without straining his eyes, you know? “just like that —“ ares barely even finished his sentence before he was getting cut off by his own moans as he reached his peak. it felt good, like he was melting from the inside out. “let me feel you - f-fuck—“ god, ares could barely speak in full sentences from how good seunggi was working his cock, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

it didn't take long after ares' teeth sank into his skin for seunggi to fall desperate, his fist growing tight around and his cock and his head falling back against ares' shoulder for some sense of stability as he rode him. his breathing broke as he grew overwhelmed with pleasure— ares', too, at a certain point— before his chest began rising and falling quicker. his arching into ares' hold as the wave of his orgasm took him over wasn't far behind, and neither was his shivering with the weight of it. his hips still moved nonetheless, even if they were growing slower and slower until it was nothing more than a lazy grind. "can we—" he took in a deep breath before letting out a soft laugh. "sit like this for a minute?"

ares felt himself melt right then and there, moans getting caught in his throat as seunggi worked them both. the arm around his waist stayed there, fingers curling around the opposite hip. the one around seunggi’s throat, on the other hand, loosened up so he wasn’t outright choking him for no reason. “i love you,” ares murmured it breathlessly into his husbands skin, eyes falling closed as he fully relaxed back into the couch. he adjusted himself by letting his hand fall from seunggi’s neck to instead rub gently into his thigh, head turning to press a few kisses into his skin as he did. “i’d love to stay like this.” so much so, and he proved it with a few more kisses peppered along his skin. “we can for as long as you want.”

both of seunggi’s hands fell to grab at ares’ arms for a moment as he lifted his hips to let him slip free. afterward, however, he easily relaxed back against his husband and let out a comfortable hum. his eyes remained closed as he did, one hand gliding along ares’ forearm to rest overtop the hand on his hip. “m’so in love with you,” he mused, his head leaning against ares’ slightly. it just couldn’t be helped— he always wanted to be close to ares in whatever way he could. “my baby, mm? the love of my life.”

the moment seunggi adjusted, ares took it as his chance to wrap around him tight. he let his hand grip gently at his thigh, massaging lazily as he held him. “that makes me feel so warm inside, baby.” it had ares wanting to hold seunggi’s tighter and leave kisses over every bit of skin that he could reach. so he did. “i could do this with you for the rest of our lives — just holding you like this.” post orgasmic bliss helped, of course, but ares didn’t need the orgasm. he needed seunggi. “i can’t picture anyone else in my life — it’s always going to be you.” every choice, every plan — always seunggi.

“you should,” seunggi teased (but not really), as he shifted to sit between ares’ legs and nudge his arms tighter around him. “i might not let you go, anyway.” his own arms wrapped around one of ares’ own, just looking to hold anything and everything he could. “mm, if you start to picture anyone else, you’ll give me a heads up, right?” he fully teased this time around, just to turn in ares’ arms a bit. he couldn’t resist trying his hand at getting a kiss any longer, tilting his head up to press their lips together. and when he pulled back, he simply stared at ares for a moment in silence and in thought. “i wish i met you sooner,” he hummed, eyes tracing along ares’ jaw as he spoke quietly. “it’s weird. i feel like i’ve always known you, i just—“ a hand smoothed over ares’ chest, where it’d stay as seunggi gently nuzzled into his husband’s neck. “loving you means so much to me. i wish we could’ve had more time together.” greedy of him, even as they stared the rest of their lives right in the eye; he truly just couldn’t get enough.

oh, ares felt himself warming right up, inside and out. how was he meant to stay calm, cool, and collected when seunggi was saying such sweet things? even if seunggi did earn a teasing nip to his nose first. and then a kiss — like ares would ever turn it down. “do you believe in soulmates? because i think i’ve always — but having you makes it more true for me.” seeing all the love around him growing up, seeing how well the important people in his life worked — and just because of who ares was, of course he believed in something like that. “i’m happy i found mine.” his hand found its way into his husbands hair and he turned his head to get another kiss, even if it had to be a forehead kiss. “but speaking of,” it was a surprise for ares, he supposed. the way this thought so quickly jumped to the forefront of his mind with a few simple words from seunggi. i wish i met you sooner. it worked for a few things, didn’t it? it had ares wanting to lean back and bring seunggi with him, to hold him tight and let him know how loved he was. but also? “maybe we can start looking into adoption soon?” it came as softly as everything else ares has been saying, though he was quick to go on. “it — i mean, it takes years, right?” his hand stayed tangled in seunggi’s hair, fingers scratching gently as his eyes closed. “we wouldn’t have to start anything right away — we could wait until we both feel ready.” but was anyone ever truly ready for that sort of thing?

seunggi watched as his fingertips dragged along the skin of ares’ chest, gentle as they traced shapes (aka little hearts) into his skin. “if i do, it’s because of you,” he murmured honestly. he’d been on the other side of that coin— every relationship he witnessed growing up was a disaster. no matter how hard any of them tried, they had other priorities above their partner, and it’d ruined seunggi’s perception of love for a long time.

until he met ares.

he let out a quiet hum to show he was listening between the small gap of silence, even quietly getting comfortable and a little drowsy where he laid. but—

his head lifted a little quickly in response, the movement not very sudden— and it wasn’t like he was surprised. just wanted to see that ares meant it. his eyes wandered along the other man’s features as he spoke, his eyes growing softer and fonder with every word. “yeah, i—— yes,” he breathed out, leaning forward to press a kiss to ares’ cheek. “of course we can, baby.” he leaned into ares’ hold once more, just for the hand on ares’ waist to go searching for one of his husband’s to hold. “i love you. i love you.”

[aercnaut]

tag dump; character things

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

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[aercnaut-deader-than-lee]

tag dump: character things

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[justrustandstardust]

i saw an incredible post on tiktok and i wanted to expand on it, because it's genuinely amazing. all the credit to @noesbf on tt for the idea that inspired these thoughts.

geto's character is threaded through with motifs of consumption. he takes things in, whether they be curses or daughters, and is spurred by intense empathy that ends up going in the "wrong" direction once he takes the entire jujutsu world under his wing.

when we're introduced to him in hidden inventory, our first glimpse is of him consuming a curse. he's also alone, in a dark alleyway, a symbolic image that parallels his journey throughout the story. he's a consumptive force, a facet of his being that ultimately leads to his undoing because he consumes the responsibility of "saving" the strong, who are burdened by the weak.

gojo, on the other hand, repels. he's an outward force, extending out a physical barrier that creates distance between his body and the world. where geto invites, gojo rejects. their abilities are constructed as diametrically opposed to one another's.

through the motif of gojo's abilities, this image captures their consume/repel dynamic in a singular shot. after riko's death, gojo leans into red, which repels. he focuses on growing stronger and in doing so, isolates himself from the world (and subsequently, geto). on the other hand, geto leans into blue, which aligns with the consumptive nature of his character. he harbours riko's death inside of himself and it festers, like a curse.

black holes are all-consuming vacuums. they subsume everything around them and create an inescapable vortex— once you're pulled in, you're never getting out. it will literally eat you and in doing so, makes you an everlasting part of it.

white holes, on the other hand, function in opposition to black ones along the same axis. where black holes pull, white holes push. nothing can enter them; they're doomed to a lonely eternity because of the force that holds the universe at a distance. nothing outside of it can affect what goes on within, yet it affects everything around it.

however, white holes can be subsumed by black holes. while nothing can enter them, if a white hole were to cross paths with a black hole, its consumptive force is so powerful that it would eat them too.

after geto and gojo experience a rapture in their relationship, gojo withdraws from the world, holding everyone at a literal and figurative distance. yet, even while he's alone, he's endlessly drawn towards geto. his eyes are bound but his soul isn't— it's tied to the piece of him inside of someone else, and gojo visibly feels the pull.

white/black holes also correspond to the colours associated with gojo and geto's characters (they align with their yin/yang dynamic, where yin (black) symbolizes darkness & the moon and yang (white) symbolizes light & the sun).

yin/yang are more than two halves; they form an indivisible whole. they become one another: light turns to dark, the moon replaces the sun in the sky, life transitions into death only to be born as life again.

if two celestial bodies exert oppositional forces upon each other, they function in equilibrium. geto's consumption was growing alongside gojo's repelling, reaching an event horizon when he took the lives of 112 villagers and forcing the two of them out of equilibrium. he continued to consume (curses, money, vulnerable people through his cult) until he died and took gojo's soul with him.

consumption can only exist if there's a repellant force pushing back. geto and gojo are not opposites, instead, they each contain the other— every yin has yang within it and vice versa.

they are borne of each other, they are unknowable without the other. they are more than matching; together, they are complete.

[emperorundying]

💀The Locked Tomb Dashboard Simulator Part 4💀

🤐 necromancer-confessions

Anonymous asked:

i'm a third house non magic user and i've started hanging out with more necros lately and... i think i didnt realize how much of hanging out consisted of talking about the eroticism of the flesh !! and i dont want to judge them but u hear the words 'viscera' 'adipose' and 'sounding' in the same sentence one too many times and u kinda wonder why yr there as someone who cannot manipulate nerves :( ig im just feeling kind of left out

#anon this is totally regular for necros esp 3rd housers #if they dont understand that you feel left out, maybe have one use their necromancy on you? #there are many ways to assemble a skeleton

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bc these have been going around :3

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#SOOOO SICK OF SPIRIT MAGICIANS IN MY INBOX ACTING LIKE THEY KNOW BONES BETTER THAN ME #get boned bitch grrrrrr

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this edible aint shit

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why is the seventh saint to serve the emperor undying under my bed.

💎 saintofawe ☑️

Again with the insaneposting? How unfortunate, Harry, I thought we were past this.

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V important thread!!!

Idc how much anon hate i get 4 this, we need 2 be able to appreciate the loving hand that guidez us💗

#sick 2 my stomach seeing all of these posts against the necrolord prime without knowing the context of the beautiful things he's done for us :((((((( #mr undying i am yr biggest fan u deserve better than this....

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if one more person unprompted asks me for blood pics again i swear to the bones above i will stab myself or smth

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stabbing pics queen?

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[turboacek-blog]

Random: I wouldn’t mind Katara x Zuko and Aang x Toph in the Netflix adaptation

So with the Netflix live-action Avatar series coming out soon, I figured I should get this thought out the way

Back when it was first announced I remember they said they were going to slightly age up Katara so that she would be essentially Zuko’s age and Aang would still be 12 (112) basically instead of her being 14 she would be 16 like Zuko

And people speculated that it’s because they want to do Zutara (Zuko x Katara)

Amongst a number of other changes that’s has been revealed in the pre show premiere life cycle like the recent info they’re getting rid of Sokka’s sexism

I’ve mentioned it before but I’ve became neutral on remakes and reboots and such

Which includes changing things from the original is fine as the original still exists

It’ll be ininteresting how they handle it as the original show had a sizeable focus on Aang liking Katara and I can see it shifting to just being friends but it would also change a lot of scenes involving the two as the Gaang's dynamic is the way it was because one of the threads is that Aang and Katara had the romance aspect

And without it, you will need to sell their friendship in a different way which can be fun with a more platonic take but I think it has to be done well as Aang getting upset he can hurt Katara with fire bending or just the Haru and Jet situations are different if there isn’t a potential romance brewing

And might be worse if it’s fully one-sided as in Aang still has a crush but Katara doesn’t like him in that way at all, which ties into the other ship's angle

Katara x Zuko

It can work, I don’t think the people who shipped them were just crazy fans putting two characters together, there’s evidence

But without the Aang influence, it can be weird if not handled well let alone how they handled a character like Mai

Aang x Toph

I think when people mention this, it’s mostly because she’s the only one who would likely still be in his age range meaning she's the most realistic option if Katara and side characters are off the table

And you can pull it off I think, from Aang being Toph’s first friend, and the mentor-student dynamic can be tweaked plus they also have an opposites attract dynamic like Zutara. And reshift the crush Toph had on Sokka and Zuko to Aang it's possible

I just think it’s a case of they would have to truly commit and not tease too much / if it gets some backlash don't double back to the original canon pairs as you would basically be a season behind

Like don’t still do AangxKatara stuff if they are really going to do ZukoxKatara as the endgame

2/2/24 edit:

@vibee2001 let me know the Katara aging up was a rumor and she's more than likely still going to be 14, while Sokka and Zuko are aged up 1 year so most of what I said doesn't matter lol

But since they have said it's going to lean more into the drama genre I think a lot of what I said can still be applied to leaning towards drama by having different pairings and such and the general they are making changes to some elements of the story like characters

[icedmetaltea]

Yandere Titan Eclipse, Vs. Yandere LightHouse Eclipse

Same:

Big boy don’t know better :(

has seen humanity at it’s worst

can and will murder. . . just for being a babygirl they’re allowed 😇

b eeeig Bo y <3

need therapy

LightHouse Eclipse as a Yandere:

already mostly is one but- e h e me e

He doesn’t use size to his advantage, in fact he just puts Y/n on a small island away from mainland and waits for them to apologize.

more sensitive then Titan,

he is a bit more emotional too, since he hasn’t spoken to anyone and Lighthouses are SOCIAL. (Loud)

Uses island to ‘punish’ y/n for talking to humans. Like >:(

be eig boy just a babey babey boy:(

Titan AS A YANDERE

Little more violent, but just puts Y/n in the air in his palm to keep from looking at them and getting angered when they try and rebel. “Air jail”

makes a pouch for y/n, doesn’t want them away from him for a second.

he’s seen what humans will do to each other. It’s not worth letting them get hurt just because they got away :(

he has anger issues lmao lmao

less emotional but more just. Angry.

he’s mad he was made, and he’s mad he doesn’t understand why he likes this human so much. Just has sudden outbursts

Gobbling these up~ Also love the concept of "air jail" and just like. Stickin y/n on an island when he's upset jiohgregukregvuit

[the-motif-deck]

The Motif Deck is now available on Game Crafter!

Thank you, everyone, for your interest in this deck and for your input on its final touches. The Motif Deck is now available for purchase at The Game Crafter.

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What is The Motif Deck?

The Motif Deck is a unique cartomancy system where the images have no inherent meaning, and so its up to the reader to assign significance.

The cards consist of seven objects interacting with each other: hand, candle, rose, feather, key, string, and cup. Each image consists of one or two of these items on a plain colored background.

There are four colors: red, green, blue, and yellow.

Each image appears in the deck four times in different colorways, for a total of 112 cards.

These images were designed to be meaningless- they are just objects. What gives them meaning is the combination of color, frequency, placement, and interpretation from the querent and the reader.

I want the reading to allow a back and forth with the reader and the querent- be able to ask 'what does the cup represent to you? or 'who does this red key represent in your life?'

Who is behind The Motif Deck?

My name is Lee and I have been a tarot reader for more than ten years. I am the author and artist of The Sweeney Tarot, which has been my go-to deck this whole time.

As I became more skilled in reading, I learned that I had a unique reading style: rather than having specific spreads and card placements, I let the cards decide for themselves what order they're meant to be read in. I allowed myself to gravitate towards specific cards and read them like a story.

I have always been a fan of stories told through objects, and I thought about the symbolism of everyday items was powerful in that a key can mean so many things to so many people. And from there I began thinking about those objects and how a thread can symbolize love but it can also symbolize struggle. And I thought that was beautiful.

On occasion, I will be doing a tarot reading for a stranger and they will have a different interpretation of the cards than I do. I always encourage this- the querent knows who they are more than anyone. And I wanted to make something that made space for that.

Is there a guidebook for this deck?

There is a simple guide book that comes with the deck, that gives a sample reading as well as some approaches to the reading, some potential meanings to individual colors and objects.

However, I have been (and will continue) posting a weekly spread and asking people to give their interpretations. There are no wrong answers, and you can find them in the 'sample reading' tag.

Thank you, once again, to everyone that egged me on and gave their opinions. I hope you have as much fun with this deck as I have had showing it off to strangers for the past month.

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* Balloon Hold your Breath: 594 verts | 662 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 55§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Balloon Strong Base: 360 verts | 508 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 60§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Bouquet Magnificent Ceremony: 955 verts | 964 faces >> Found under Plants | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Candleholders Unforgettable Evening: 569 verts | 610 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 60§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Candles Unforgettable Evening: 34 verts | 227 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 5§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Carpet The Way to the Altar: 20 verts | 10 faces >> Found under Rugs | 115§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Chair Velour: 612 verts | 780 faces >> Found under Living chairs | 240§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Dining Chair Iron Marriage: 702 verts | 858 faces >> Found under Dining chairs | 230§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Dining Table Under the Tablecloth 6: 447 verts | 490 faces >> Found under Dining tables | 400§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Dining Table Under the Tablecloth 6: 560 verts | 612 faces >> Found under Dining tables | 500§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Divider Center of the Universe: 526 verts | 640 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 250§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Divider Edge of the Universe: 368 verts | 444 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 250§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Flower Bed Happy Days: 2676 verts | 2280 faces >> Found under Plants | 400§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Just a Candle: 255 verts | 210 faces >> Found under Table lamps | 70§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Lighting Thread: 1184 verts | 1512 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous lamps | 315§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Lonely Post: 105 verts | 112 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous lamps | 50§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Ottoman Rufus: 456 verts | 512 faces >> Found under Living chairs | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Sculpture Cold Relations: 635 verts | 562 faces >> Found under Sculptures | 300§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Sculpture Sign of Attention: 205 verts | 160 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 65§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Sign Swimming Prohibited: 504 verts | 372 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 250§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Stand Another Piece: 226 verts | 242 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 55§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* The Dining Table Knot: 369 verts | 360 faces >> Found under Dining tables | 300§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Wedding Arch New Beginning: 1962 verts | 1957 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 550§ >>> Recolorable - 4 channels

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* Antique Stone Tile: >> Found under Rock and stones floor | 13§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Classic Large-Format Flagstone: >> Found under Rock and stones floor | 15§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

[elwenyere]

WIP Wednesday

The first-place winner of this WIP poll game was the Codywan Pirate AU, which received 112 votes (thanks in large part, I imagine, to the absolutely gorgeous art that @frostbitebakery has created for the characters). I will not share all 112 sentences, because I can't write in order to save my life, but I am happy to share a preview snip below, as the final excerpt for this event.

Thank you very much to everyone who voted in the poll and who has taken the time to share encouragement about the second- and third-place snips. The kind words have been really meaningful motivation.

By day four, the balance between Cody’s wariness and his restlessness had started to shift. Kenobi’s curiosity still set Cody’s internal watch at attention; but it was also the only variation in pressure during long hours Cody was used to filling with the change of winds or the tidal shifts in alliances among his crew. 

And, in any case, few of the answers Cody had to offer would have remained secrets to anyone determined enough to learn them.

So he talked about his mother - not that she’d taught him the names of the birds that fished the shore or how to use a needle and thread, but that she’d died the year he enlisted, when he was just thirteen. 

He sketched the barest outline of his brothers: of Rex, whom Cody had chosen as his acting lieutenant in hopes of helping him toward his own commission; of Fives, who was currently serving as Carpenter’s Mate aboard the Domino; and of Boba, who was still on shore, apprenticed to a local tradesman and far from seeing any battle, if Cody’s will was carried out.

“All four of you in trade and the Navy,” Kenobi observed, in a tone he must have thought was casual.

Cody gave him a stony glance.

“Go ahead. Say it.”

“What is it you imagine me to be thinking, Captain?”

“You’re thinking about which officers have rights to mess and berth in the wardroom and which of them still sleep with the crew,” Cody said. “You’re thinking that trade and the Navy are two of the only places where rank is something you can work your way up, even if you’re never invited to wet the swab with the gentlemen. Well, you’re right. My family doesn’t come from property, and I’ve served at almost every station from ship’s boy up without once doing the honors of the table or asking an admiral’s daughter to save me the minuet.” He paused, tipping his head to one side for dramatic effect.  “Unlike you, of course.”

Kenobi’s eyebrows shot up in a gratifying arch of surprise.

“It’s not often I’m mistaken for a gentleman.”

“You can’t meet too many observant strangers then,” Cody pressed. “There’s your accent: still clipped underneath, no matter how hard you’ve tried to sand down the edges. There’s the way you hold a blade, like your fingers were taught first with a foil. And there’s the way you carry yourself.”

“The way I carry myself?” Kenobi asked. Cody couldn’t be sure whether he imagined the flash of something like mirth in his eye.

“You’ve got - what do you landed classes call it?” Cody arranged his voice into an exaggerated echo of Kenobi’s accent: “Deportment.”

Kenobi snorted, tipping his head back against the hull of the ship as he regarded Cody through the shadows.

[juno-of-wonderland]

Monster au: Lord of Thorns route ending 2 (part 1)

list tag: @112-darling, @rain112-darling, @callmedarling112, @mushroomfrog203

You look at the outstretched hand, a part of you wants to go with him, because you know he will protect you and another is afraid of what this decision will cause in your life. Fear overcomes your judgment and you don't hold its hand. “I’m sorry Tetsunotaro, I’m so sorry” you say, your voice nothing more than a whisper. His hand slowly moves away, falling to his side, he looks at you with a sad expression. “I…I understand, can I still see you?” Draconia asked “Of course, but you'll have to find me first, that mansion is out of the question for, well, obvious reasons” you finish your sentence with a laugh, which made him smile. “Stay safe” were his last words before he disappeared in green glows. You felt a pang in your heart, that hidden pain that you knew well was on his face. Guilt filled you, you know he would never hurt you… right? You begin to wander aimlessly through the forest at night, the sound of insects and dry leaves in the wind being your companion, but you are startled by a new sound. A pain pricks in your neck and everything goes black. ……… Your vision was blurry when you woke up, an extreme headache along with dizziness, you tried to move your hands and the noise of chains became present. You blinked in confusion several times before absorbing the entire situation, you were sitting in a chair, your wrists and ankles tied to chains, it didn't seem to be steel, but pure silver bathed in something. The room was dimly lit, just two torches on opposite sides of the wall. Terror and adrenaline run through your veins when everything comes together “no no no” you think repeatedly, moving your hands, trying to find a way to take off the chains. “It won’t work” the door opens and Rollo enters. The man walks and stands in front of you, looking at you like a real disgusting insect. “We checked your body and he is clean, we checked your family and your past, which is also nothing special and so I ask myself, what do you have to offer that he has protected so vigorously?” You didn't say anything and Rollo let out a mocking laugh. “But I guess it doesn’t make any difference anymore, after all” he bent down, looking you straight into his eyes “you’re alone now” You swallowed the bile that rose up your neck. “Let's see how long you last here” Rollo turned his back, the cape hitting your face and the door being closed with a thud. ………. You have no idea how much time has passed, you feel dizzy, staying in the same room all the time, chained up, receiving only bread and water once a day is not good for your health, you feel lethargic, as if the at any moment the thread of your life could be cut. The only thing that changed during that time was the noise of an endless storm outside, you heard the sound of water, thunder and you wished you could see lightning, see anything other than red bricks and darkness. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, imagining the world outside, remembering everything, your childhood with all the poor children in the neighborhood, your parents, the servants at the mansion, the nights with Tetsunotaro, everything so precious to you that you I wanted what was taken from you by force, your freedom. Your mind and spirit were so disturbed that you didn't hear the low explosion outside, the light and desperate footsteps, the screams and the door to your cell opening.

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[ackerfics]

FAMILY LINE — a house of the dragon fanfiction | aegon ii targaryen x oc

act one, chapter one: aesira and aether, aether and aesira (wc: 5.2k) | masterlist

ACT ONE: nigredo

— primordial matter births the beginning of a magnum opus. the threads of the greatest misery is woven into a beautiful existence rising in a sky of a thousand bursting nebulae. the darkening of her soul will never put a stopper on the divinity flowing in her veins, dim the glow of her cheeks kissed by the gods, nor snuff out the constellation illuminating with each step she makes. for this is how a relic reaches its zenith; there would be no story unless the heroine crawls on bloodied elbows and weeps out tears enough to nourish the realm.

112 AC

Aegon didn’t know he had cousins from Father’s side of the family until the funeral of the Siren of the Vale.

Strangers are everywhere and all he could do was hold onto Mother’s skirt with one of his hands while his younger siblings cling with both of their arms as if Mother is going to disappear with the mummified body in front of the people. Helaena is crying, squeezing her eyes shut and her mouth murmuring nonsensical things that Aegon doesn't pay any attention to on a given day. They’re probably weird statements about the spine-crawling insects she’s starting to show interest in — Aegon doesn’t need to hear that, thank you very much. Aemond, his youngest sibling, turns away from the sad sight and presses his face on the crook of Mother’s neck. Aegon can see that the action causes her discomfort, with her belly round with another sibling, yet she runs a gentle hand over the back of Aemond’s blond head in an attempt to prevent his cries from surfacing through the silence of the burning ceremony. The oldest of the family looks away and instead focuses on the Septon conducting the final farewells to the once enchanting Aellara Targaryen.

He’s never met her but just like Father’s first wife, she surrenders to the flames as is any member of the Targaryen bloodline.

Once the Septon finishes his preachings, a cry rings out in the crisp salty air of Dragonstone, the final place to witness the glory of the honoured deceased. Heads turn and almost immediately, a look of sympathy and pity washes over their faces.

At the centre of the babe’s wails isn’t Aegon’s younger brother. The little boy is too old to cry without any reason. The source of the cries comes from a newborn babe protected in a black swaddle lined with embroideries of little birds clutched against a girl’s chest, a girl only at the same age as Aegon. Beside her is another boy of their age weeping with shaking shoulders, tiny fists furiously rubbing his eyes and leaving behind messy tear tracks and red-rimmed skin.

Mother gasps a hitched breath. “Oh, gods.”

Aegon looks back and forth between Mother and the children, two of which have tears streaming down their faces in a never-ending spectacle while the girl only stares at the mummified body with burning eyes that are likely to shed tears at any moment. She keeps bouncing the babe in her arms but it wasn’t enough to quell his shrieks. Despite that, Aegon finds her pretty, which isn’t the most appropriate thought for the severity of the ceremony. So, he looks away from blatantly admiring the girl’s aesthetics. The babe is crying for his mother. The boy of five name days is also crying for his mother. Aegon is left wondering why the girl isn’t doing the same. He glances at her again from behind Mother’s skirts, trying to imagine the smiles that could light up her face. He thinks they would be no doubt the most radiant thing he’ll ever see. Aegon was told snippets of the children’s mother, how she is—was—the most beautiful woman in the realm, and thousands of ballads dedicated even at her passing. Surely the woman’s beauty will live on in her daughter.

Teary lilac irises framed with curling, pale eyelashes arrest his cornflower ones, fully making him look away with burning cheeks.

“Where is their father?”

“The Rogue Prince?”

Little Aegon’s ears perk at the title.

His uncle is built from the Smith’s mould of the Warrior. He’s only seen the man a couple of times growing up. With the way he walks, Aegon instantly wants to be like him. The confidence and smugness oozed in waves with every step — he dreams of stomping the bricks of the Red Keep with those. But Mother doesn’t have any good things to say about him. He always hears her grumbling to Father about his atrocities, and how it affects and dishonours his lady wife. Aegon’s little stomps stopped right after overhearing Mother’s words. Guilt seeps into his little body. He doesn’t want to become someone that ignited this much reaction from the members of his family, especially Mother.

“He’s not even with his children. Poor things. It’s like he holds no heart. Look at how they’re shedding their tears.”

True enough, Daemon Targaryen is standing at the back of the small gathering. Aegon inconspicuously tilts his head to look at his once idol. The man looks nothing like the dashing prince the men and women of the court are either fawning over or fearing. There are no tear tracks like his sons nor the devastated look possessed by his daughter. Aegon’s uncle stares at the body with eyes rivalling that of the souls crying for salvation. His eyes hold nothing of the fiery glint of mischief he always carries while sauntering in the Red Keep. The usual manic grin tugging at his lips is reduced to a flat line, almost a frown. As Aegon looks closer, he can discern a sheen of cloudy mist covering the limbal rings of his lilac eyes. What is his uncle seeing?

“It’s time for the cremation.”

The responsibility lies with the husband. The Blood Wyrm is trilling right at the top of the hill with two dragons the size of a house and a little one that looked like it just emerged from its egg, most probably those of the children. (Aegon feels the rising jealousy at how their dragon eggs hatched; his egg turned stone cold after his third name day.) Even with the snake-like dragon emitting noises for his bonded, Daemon makes no move to remove himself from his perch, his hands tightly grasping each other in front of him. The clicking in the blood-red dragon’s long neck increased in volume as the silence stretched. (Aegon heard stories of how dragons resonate with their riders’ pain after having bonded so deeply. Father told him that Daemon’s bond with Caraxes is one for the history tomes. Maybe Caraxes wants to end this suffering sooner than later.) With the husband indisposed despite his presence in the funeral ceremony, the Septon turns to the children with a troubled visage.

“Young Lord Aether, as the heir of Aellara Targaryen’s bloodline, it is with heartfelt humility that we request for you to initiate the cremation.”

Aether, the boy’s name, tenses at the statement.

Aegon feels Mother’s hand on his shoulder.

“Take your time to collect yourself, my Lord.”

The girl takes one hand from their swaddled younger sibling’s head and intertwines it with her twin brother’s. Aether blinks at the contact and meets the girl’s gaze. He crumbles, it appears that another sob is bubbling in his throat. Aegon presses himself deeper into Mother’s skirts. He can hear Helaena whimpering from Mother’s other side. The eldest son of The Peaceful King continues watching the lonely twins. He takes in every tremble in the boy’s shoulders and the wordless looks coming from the girl. It must be extraordinary to have someone share a soul with you in the womb; having to communicate with mere thoughts is a feat in itself. 

Finally, Aether separates himself from his sister. Little steps start the cremation. One of the smaller dragons at the hilltop stands straighter than before. The red of the scales only glints once the sunlight perfectly hits the beautiful creature at the right angle. Just like his bonded, the dragon stalks with small, pounding steps until it stands at the bottom of the hill. At the same age as the little boy, its wings cover the entirety of the people attending the ceremony, encompassing everyone under the shade of its protection. It waits for the command. Aether lets out another cry, his hiccups wrenching the hearts of many, even Aegon’s. The dragon leans forward at the sound of its bonded’s weeps.

“Dr—” Another sob. Fast-paced breathing.

“Aether,” the girl calls out in a wobbly voice, trying to calm down a restless babe in her arms. 

“I-I can’t do it, Aesira,” he replies while rubbing his eyes.

Aesira.

The Septon intervenes. “My Lord.”

“I-I don’t want to do it.”

“You have to, my Lord.”

Aether cries out. Now, both of his fists cover his eyes.

Aegon sees Father shedding a couple of tears.

“Everything’s going to be alright, Aether,” Aesira’s voice is tiny but it carries through.

At his sister’s words, he takes a deep breath. “Dra—” Aether makes eye contact with the gold-flecked emerald eyes of his dragon. Maybe Aegon is imagining it but the dragon tilts his head down as a form of encouragement for the young boy. “Achilles,” the creature of legend stretches its neck to the heavens, mirroring its bonded, who lifts his chin in the air, “Dracarys!”

And to fire Aellara Targaryen succumbs to.

From ashes we were moulded, to ashes we will return.

“The wild will find itself in the jaws of the beast it created. First delight against first delight. From within, the three-headed dragon sprouts from a bud.”

“Will you stop doing that?” Aegon snaps, nearly breaking the writing tool he has in his hand as he looks up from writing basic words to fix a horrified look on his sister.

The third child of the King blinks away the stupor that clouds her eyes. Her fingers are twitching on the tabletop, the army of ants bringing crumbs of honey cake going around her still appendages. Helaena is always doing that — being creepy and staring at something for too long. Aegon caught her looking through him but most likely never seeing him at the same time for she was too busy mumbling things under her breath like the witches he read from the fairy tale books in the royal library. It never fails to drop a chill down his spine. It doesn’t help that she appears to mirror the dolls she receives from the court ladies for her name days; with those wide, soulless eyes of glassy blue and clothes elaborate, pieces of thick material sewn together to accentuate the ruffles and gems. So, while Aegon wears disdain clear on his face, Helaena simply stares and stares, huffs for a moment, and goes back to guiding the ants to their destination and giving them more honey cake crumbs. 

What an oddball.

Days spent learning lessons with Helaena are always bathed in silence. Or heavy murmurs coming from his sister. Yet both of them have certain quirks that will make their Septa place a hand on her forehead. Aegon is too restless. Helaena is too out of it. Both of them never finish their work for the day, so it keeps piling up on the tabletop of the study. Today is the same as always. Except that there is the prospect of The Keep accepting three permanent residents at the end of the moon.

One moon after the funeral of The Rogue Prince’s lady wife, the question as to where the children should be warded is brought into the light. Apparently, Prince Daemon Targaryen disappeared without any note, only leaving on dragonback and leaving behind large prints on the ground. The children aren’t orphans but in all rights, with a dead mother and an absent father, they are considered as such.

Mother expresses her worry each time she visits the nursery, exchanging hushed whispers with her handmaidens. They were children, she says with brown eyes that carry too much emotion for a Queen. Father, on the other hand, asks Aegon and Helaena, Aemond being too young to understand, if they would ever like it if there are more children for them to play with. Aegon thought that there are more than enough children for him to share his dragon figures with; Mother is pregnant with his youngest sibling after all. Father dismisses that with a light laugh that Aegon has never seen. Your cousins need a home, he says with a reminiscent sheen covering his words, they’re children born from the sister of someone I will always hold dear. This dearest someone is the beautiful blonde woman enclosed in four gilded frames at the atelier of the castle. Her portrait is the most extravagant among the rest and it glows right when the streams of light hits it perfectly.

To preserve the memory of King Viserys’s first wife, The Red Keep is open to welcoming her niece and nephews, never to be sent to the jaded regions of the Vale.

“Do you think they’re going to play with us?” Aegon asks with his eyes set on the letters of the common language he was assigned to follow. He hears Helaena whisper something in the wind. “What was that?”

Like somebody catches her sneaking her hand in a jar of newly baked treats, Helaena stops. She keeps his gaze on the table, following the scuttling of the ants. “I hope she likes ants”

Aegon knits his eyebrows. “The girl?”

Helaena nods.

He then laughs. “What girl would like insects?”

His younger sister purses her lips. “A friend.”

“Well, that’s boring. And gross. And weird.”

Helaena keeps quiet before continuing her little conversations with the ants.

The scribbling of a writing tool against the stiffness of the paper fills in the silence. Until his sister once again opens her mouth in a dreamy drone for a child of four name days, “Hearts are cradled within the palms of the abandoned.”

She’s holding the babe close to her chest again.

Aegon stands beside Mother’s seated form in the nursery, her hands once again seeking solace on the swell of her belly. He remains the only child that has to be present while the others toddle with the wetnurses. But that doesn’t stop him from being restless. Aegon keeps on fidgeting in his spot, only stopping when Mother slightly pinches the skin of his upper arm in an effort to make him as still as a five name day old boy can be. The jut in his lower lip is apparent as he looks at the children of the same age as him. The both of them are a little shorter than him but for some reason, little Aegon doesn’t have the heart to meet their eyes. This is not the time for you to be shy, Mother tried telling him moments before the handmaidens escorted the new residents to the nursery, where they will be settling in since they’re not at an age where an entire bedchamber is given to them. Aegon spots new mattresses on the floor and another crib for the babe.

“Hello, young ones,” Mother greets them with a good-natured smile.

“Your Grace.” The girl crosses her ankles and curtsies in a grace that puts dancers to shame. She notices her brother not paying any respect to the monarch sitting in front of them, so she nudges him at the side, eliciting a loud groan from him. The boy bows down with one arm on his heart and the other behind his back, but not before glaring at his sister at the corners of his eyes.

“Your Grace,” the boy mumbles, which earns him another dirty look from the girl carrying the babe.

Mother’s smile slightly grows at their manners. It pleases her. They straighten when she waves a hand. It’s an action that showcases Mother being a Queen in every way. Aegon doesn’t like it. It means she’s dismissing him away. “Aesira and Aether, am I correct?” The both of them nod. “I hope your visit to the King comes out fruitful.”

Aether nods while Aesira adjusts their little brother in her arms. She’s the one who answers Mother. “Uncle is a kind man. We deeply apologise for making you wait, Your Grace; he showed us a beautiful model of Valyria and we exchanged stories that took up most of the time.”

“How do you like the model?”

A spark lights up Aesira’s eyes. Her shoulders lift in purely concealed enthusiasm. Her brother snorts a little before painting a smile on his lips like he finds this sight a constant in his life yet it never fails to amuse him. “I find it intriguing, Your Grace. It’s a subject I will always find myself drawn to.” She looks down at the small tuft of hair peeking through her brother’s swaddle. She carefully tucks it in, making the babe squirm and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, his tiny hands gripping the material of her dress. “The model must have taken so long to assemble. I notice it’s not even finished yet.”

Mother nods. “When I first saw it myself, I thought it was a marvel that the King’s passion radiated from. You can ask one of the Maesters to lend you more books about it.” She then fixes her attention on the silent Aether beside Aesira. “What about you, little Lord? Has anything captured your interest? Is it not the model?”

“None yet,” he answers. Aesira once again nudges him. “Your Grace.”

“This is my eldest son, Aegon,” Mother says with something inside her throat, right at the word son. She gestures for him and he takes it as a cue to stand a little closer to her and the pair. Her hands are flat on his shoulders. Aegon prevents himself from squeaking at the weight of them. “He’s eager to have new playmates.” Mother then looks down at him, her brown eyes reflecting his wide-eyed stare. “Aegon, won’t you show him your toys? I’m sure he’s going to find joy in them the same way you do.”

Aegon wants to cry. In the years that he remembers, he has always shared things with others. No moment was purely dedicated to him that was tickling his brain. He counted himself as lucky when Helaena was born because that would mean his toy dragons and soldiers were still his. Those crumbled when Aemond followed two years after his sister. Now, he doesn’t have anything left because if you’re the eldest child, you don’t exactly have a constant thing in your possession. The attention that wasn’t already on him was taken away. Mother never looked at him twice again with two siblings in tow (with a third coming around any moon now), fighting for her appreciation and Father’s glances. With three new children running around the Keep, getting both of those is merely a far-fetched dream. How can he compete with more people who look like the pretty portrait in the atelier?

It takes him longer to answer, the hands on his shoulders weighed more than he can fathom. “Yes, Mother.”

The answer satisfies Mother for the smile on her face is something he sees for the first time. There’s pride mingled in the small pools of her irises, glinting ever so slightly that Aegon finds himself awe in. He wants to be at the other end of that look. It makes him feel like he has done something right at such a young age. 

“Now, I will leave you children be. I will retire in my chambers until we sup. Aegon,” she calls out. The little boy can’t hide his pout. “Be nice.”

There are no pats on the hand, no caresses of a mother’s touch in between his hair, and there is definitely no trace of that prideful look Aegon caught a glimpse of. With the flutter that of a butterfly, Mother exits the room, bringing along with her the train of her red day gown. Aegon remains staring at the door, not knowing what to do next but fiddle with his fingers, he’s taken out of his stupor by someone clearing their throat. It’s a high-pitched sound that has him nearly jumping out of his skin. He turns around and finds himself in the centre of an expectant gaze.

“Your mother told us to play,” Aether supplies, with eyes void of any emotion except expectancy. He’s staring at Aegon the way Helaena does it. It jolts him and he nearly shouts for the boy to stop doing that if not for Aesira interrupting.

“Aether, don’t be so disrespectful,” she lightly scolds. “This is not our home. We’re only guests.”

“This is our new home, Sira,” Aether rebuts. “And I want to see if his toys are better than my old ones back in Dragonstone.” Like it’s more of a priority than anything.

Aegon takes a step forward. “I have wooden dragons that we can play with.”

Aether’s eyes narrow. “What dragons?”

“Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes. Though Aemond took Vhagar and he’s never returned it since,” he scrunches his face as if the idea of his wooden dragons being stolen is a rancid thought. Aegon never forgets to throw a dirty look at the young babe sleeping in the older cribs of the nursery. In between Aemond’s pudgy hands is Aegon’s Vhagar. He’s long since given up on taking it from his little brother, seeing firsthand how strong a babe’s grip can be. Plus, his cries are not the sweetest to listen to either — they’re piercing and if possible, can shatter even the thickest of glass. After his attempt at taking it back, Aegon experiences Mother’s anger that nearly made him cry as well. So, now Vhagar is Aemond’s and the other two are left within Aegon’s toy chest, wherein the contents have significantly dwindled through the years. “Don’t bother taking it from him; he can be a bit of a banshee.”

They’re like gems — Aether’s eyes. Aegon has only ever seen such a colour on a lady’s neck, encrusted with the finest of glittering gold, and ears where they are dangling for their lives. They glow under the dim light of the nursery and Aegon doesn’t know what to feel about it. It is reminiscent of how his uncle Daemon stares at the things he finds interesting during his visits to the Keep (before he was exiled, again, as told by Mother when he asked about Daemon’s whereabouts). A little half-smile tugs on Aether’s lips, almost elfish in a way that it’s full of mischief.

“I want Balerion then.”

Aegon feels his world crumble.

“Aether,” a soft voice nags.

He finds himself staring at the pretty girl carrying the babe. Aesira has her eyebrows in a downturned arch, her lips mouthing that she’s sorry for her brother.

“What?” The younger blond boy swivels to his sister. “We’re guests, as you say, right? I think Mother told us back then that guests always have to be attended to by the hosts. Aegon,” he waves at him, “is clearly the host.”

“Mother also told us to be decent and mindful.” Aesira stops glaring at her brother and softens her entire face to make Aegon feel better. “Do you want him to take Balerion from you, my Prince?”

Aegon’s face burns at the undivided attention given to him by the girl. While the violet of Aether’s eyes is startling, all wildfire without calm, Aesira’s is a soft lilac, the serenity upon contact. His little heart pounds away in his chest. The squeezes are enough for him to twist his face in a grimace and one of his hands to cover the area above the racing organ. The sensation spreads from his heart to every part of his body until it reaches his eyes, altering his vision to see this girl in a different light. She’s all sunrays and stardust — so bright that little Aegon has no problem being blind.

“No,” Aegon answers her question after a few minutes of stalling (staring).

“Stop looking at me like that, Sira.”

Aesira giggles. It’s a sound akin to a choir of seraphs. “I think Balerion suits Prince Aegon quite well.”

Aether fixes him with a disbelieving expression. Aegon holds himself so that he won’t squirm because Aether shares the same judgmental mask on Mother when she’s not satisfied with his appearance; always fussing about how his vest doesn’t match with his eyes or how his hair seems unruly to be called neat. It’s akin to being cut open and being spectated. The younger boy shrugs, making a sound at the back of his throat that Aegon likens to a goat. Aether, the dragon’s diet, befits the image Aegon has in his mind regarding this weird boy. “He doesn’t seem ‘conqueror’-like to me. I still prefer to play with his Balerion toy dragon. I look more like a warrior than him.” He puffs out his chest as if his words require him to be prideful.

Aegon leans forward with his fists clenching at his sides. “I am named after The Conqueror. Of course, Balerion goes to me.”

“... I don’t see it.”

He wilts.

“But just this one time.”

The world is bright again.

Aegon runs to his toy chest and pulls out Balerion and Meraxes, carrying them like potato sacks under his arm. He chooses not to mind the grin of elfish mischief on his new friend’s face. He’s eager to have a new playmate that doesn’t mumble creepy things or cry when they get hit by a little bump. Aegon can tell — Aether is a fun person to be around with. And if Aether is present, Aesira is sure to follow, which means Aegon has something pretty to look at. Maybe he can convince her to play the princess kept in the tower, so he can act out one of his dreams as a worthy prince who rescues the fair maiden from her prison. That way, she can give him a kiss on the cheek as a reward and a handkerchief or piece of her dress as a favour for winning her hand. The thought of it sends Aegon in a rush of excitement.

“Play nice,” Aegon hears Aesira whisper to her brother. He tilts his head like a puppy.

Aether only snickers.

The younger boy, in fact, did not play nice.

What should be a nice game of conquering the territories of the Seven Kingdoms becomes a fight between the two dragons who are supposed to be allies.

It’s a miracle that Aemond doesn’t wake up from his deep nap at the noises Aether makes while trying to make Balerion surrender. But Helaena looks up from drawing random scribbles on her bound journal because of the sounds of wood scraping against wood. She looks down at her journal when she finds nothing interesting. At one point, Aegon’s hand gets included in the fray, biting his lip to not let someone hear his cry for pain. This is a game that his new friend is enjoying; he doesn’t want to spoil the fun. 

Aegon matches Aether’s enthusiasm. For all the times his hand is hit and the bursts of giggles Aether did, Aegon manages to pin down his Meraxes toy dragon on the floor. He expects the younger boy to feel dejected but much to his surprise, the giggles only increase. For once, Aegon doesn’t hide that he’s enjoying this roguish scene of child’s play. He doesn’t bite his lip when his hand is pressed between the wooden material, Aether doesn’t either. Their laughter rings out through the nursery that they don’t notice a certain babe’s fussing.

“No!” Aesira exclaims.

Aegon immediately turns his head to look at her.

“Ha!” Aether cheers. “I win! How about it? My dragon can beat any beast as long as I’m the rider.”

He doesn’t pay attention to his new friend’s self-celebration. His hand is limp around the wooden Balerion dragon.

Across from him, Aesira is in tears, bouncing the wailing babe in her arms. “Don’t cry, Daemian!” The babe keeps crying. Aesira is frantic now that the sound increases its volume. Her eyes keep flickering between the babe in her arms and the fussing toddler in one of the cribs. “Shh, Daemian, please. You’re going to wake up Aemond.” Aesira tries everything she can think of — patting the babe on the back, humming a lullaby that doesn’t help, cooing at the babe’s screaming face, and firmly hugging him close to her. Before long, she’s crying with him yet she’s more silent than him. “I don’t know what to do.”

Like a saving grace, a wet nurse barges into the nursery, movements distressed and searching for any mishap surrounding the Queen’s youngest child who is sleeping soundly after finding the most comfortable position, pudgy fingers still around one of Vhagar’s feet. Relief washes her face for a moment until she realises that the cry comes from the newest wards of the royal family. The wet nurse presses a hand on her chest, face scrunching in phantom pain before walking toward the three children forming a triangle on the rug-covered floor. She kneels in front of the weeping little ones, slightly leaning forward to give the girl all her attention.

“My Lady, I believe the babe is hungry,” the wetnurse placates.

“He always cries back in Dragonstone,” Aesira sniffles, “but he stops when I’m the one hugging him. Why won’t he stop now? Does he hate me?”

The wet nurse ruefully smiles at her. “I’m sure that isn’t the case, my Lady. He’s simply looking for his mouth to latch on. See how he presses himself on your chest? That is what babes do when they get hungry. Now, he’ll be as quiet as a snoring sheep once he’s drunk his fill. That is if you’ll let me, my Lady?”

The hesitance is clear on her face. If possible, she pulls the babe closer to her.

Aegon interjects, “Aemond always stops crying after he’s been tended to by his wetnurse. I’m sure it will be fine, A-Aesira.” He bites the inside of his cheek for the first time his tongue ever dares form the syllables of her name.

“Yes, Sira!” Aether cheers with a spurt of energy. “Damy is safe and you can play with us! You’ll be the maiden we’ll rescue in the battle.”

“I-Uhm,” Aesira looks down. “I’ll be with Princess Helaena instead.”

Her brother nods. “Alright. Just promise that you’ll be playing with us next time.”

They join their pinkies together and Aether goes back to facing a bemused Aegon while Aesira shyly introduces herself to Helaena.

“Don’t look so glum, Prince Aegon, Aesira never breaks her promises,” Aether forces a grin. “She’ll eventually come around.”

Aegon begrudgingly looks away from the little girl clad in the simple red dress that seems to outshine Mother. The boys continue their games with lesser enthusiasm than moments prior. This time, it’s Aegon who initiates the rowdier plots by bumping Balerion’s head into Meraxes’s. It garners a smile from the younger boy but it’s subdued. 

That night, when Aegon tries finding a comfortable position for him to sleep on his mattress and is left staring at the drab ceiling of the nursery, he catches Aether silently getting up from his mattress to sleep beside Aesira, who insisted that Daemian, their baby brother sleep next to her. It’s only as Aether wraps his arms around the girl and the babe that he realises Aesira’s shoulders are shaking. From then on, the children who unfortunately found themselves in a completely different world, one that’s separate from their own, only have one another against all odds.

Aegon turns away from them, ignoring the abysmal hole swallowing him from the inside out, and gives them the luxury of having their moment as theirs alone.

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