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I posted 179 times in 2022

That's 53 more posts than 2021!

15 posts created (8%)

164 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@justaleapoffaith

@7nsomnia

@greenskullsfantasy

@hiraismomo

@seoltzuki

I tagged 91 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#house of the dragon - 44 posts

#reblog - 43 posts

#rhaenyra targaryen - 30 posts

#hotd - 28 posts

#not my post - 13 posts

#alicent hightower - 13 posts

#emma d'arcy - 10 posts

#rhaenicent - 9 posts

#dreamcatcher - 8 posts

#hotd spoilers - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#thinking about how many medieval lesbians there were and how to deny their existence in medieval fantasy is ahistorical

My Top Posts in 2022:

Pretty Girl~Im Nayeon x black! fem! reader

Pairing: Nayeon x reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, romance, hurt and comfort

Summary: Nayeon cannot get enough of your beauty in the morning and you shyly accept all the love she gives you.

Word Count: 6, 655

Writer’s note: This was a quick one, sorry if it’s bad lol. Just wanted to get something done.

Warning: 18 + only beyond this point

The sun illuminated enough of it’s shine to get you to mumble and grog yourself out of deep slumber. Eyes still blurry, yet you couldn’t take your eyes away from the sight before you: your girlfriend, Im Nayeon laying directly beside you, her arm propped up on the pillow and dark, smoldering eyes boring into you. Your skin grew hot quickly against the coldness of sheets due to the crisp morning outside but Nayeon’s grin of course added to the already budding ember.

“Morning, pretty girl,” she said.

You smiled, even though the pit in your stomach and the fact that you still had your bonnet halfway on and your breasts nearly showing from how your sleep shirt road up your stomach. You tried adjusting yourself by pulling the bonnet up and your shirt down, but was stopped by Nayeon pushing your hands back to your sides.

“Mmh, don’t do that baby,” Nayeon said. She inched closer until the both of you were inches apart, inches away from her lips and the crop top she always knew drove you crazy. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” you said, barely breathing because of how she bit her lip, eyes darting from your exposed belly and braless chest and lips. “Nayeon, it’s too early.”

Nayeon giggled. Her breath warm, tickling your skin as she trailed kisses down your throat while her hands acted in secret traces down your sides.

“Never. Too. Early. To. Be. Loved. Mwah,” she said between kisses. “Mmh, one of the marks I gave you is fading. Should I make it re-appear?”

You shivered at the thought, making Nayeon chuckle and rub down your sides where your stretch marks were more prominent. She could have kept kissing you, going in on that promise of birthing a new hicky but her eyes said otherwise. They said, let me take you in, a beauty that she always saw in you. It was something you had a hard time seeing, especially in the morning when your flaws had no where to tuck, run and hide.

“Do I look ok?” you said. You had to ask, since Nayeon was always critical of herself and sometimes your choices in brunch outfits. They were never to poke fun but ways of enhancing them and/or match with her. “I know how much you like a certain look.”

Nayeon pouted, cheeks puffed and chunky while moving down to play with your finger.

“You always look stunning, baby,” she said. “Is there something wrong with me? Looking at you like this?”

You hated whenever Nayeon got pouty and when she was right. Mornings weren’t your favorite, especially how puffy your face got, along with the lines from sleep, crust and not to mention breath. And Nayeon seeing you in your bonnet added to the self conscious weight that spiked you today as well.

“Y/N? You aren’t here,” Nayeon said with a giggle. “You can talk to me, I know how new this is. Us sleeping together, in the same bed that is. Waking up together.”

When she spoke, Nayeon wrapped her arms around your waist and gently stroking your back. Her features were still soft, eyes waiting for you patiently as they never left your own.

“Yeah, this is all new,” you said. “To be honest, I still feel a little weird about you seeing me so...not put together.”

Nayeon nodded, lightly scratching your back, urging you to continue.

“I noticed when I was putting my hair up and fixing it up for my bonnet, your stares,” you admitted. “I thought you might have not liked seeing me like that in the moment, like I wasn’t beautiful in that moment. So now I’m a little confused. Since I look extra crusty waking up.”

Another giggle left Nayeon as she put a hand underneath your chin.

“No, baby you don’t look bad or crusty,” she said. “You just, at that moment it was a bit different. I always question things about your hair especially, I just didn’t want to always ask. I know how much you do to maintain it and honestly I was confused by your routine but not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Really?” you said. “Well, what were you confused by?”

Nayeon pulled you closer so your foreheads touched.

“Why you didn’t do skincare with me last night,” she whined. “We should have done it together. I also wanted you to try this new lipstick I got! Maybe do the lipstick challenge, where you have to kiss me a lot!”

Your heart skipped a beat at her answer. Here you were worrying, you still do but Nayeon didn’t care about how you looked in that moment even though you still lingered on it. The lingering thoughts still bubbled up within you but you couldn’t help but get emotional at how domestic she wanted to be with you, even with how new your relationship was.

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103 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Was This Vacation a Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians (Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 2

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: After your dreamy run in with Astrid, you meet up with her again at a bachelorette trip as things escalate with your presence there around other young rich women. Luckily for you, Rachel and Astrid remain at your side, even when things look bleak.

Word Count: 2, 708

Author’s Note: Ya’ll it’s here after 7 million years. I’m sorry if it’s been awhile with other fics but I’m slowly but surely getting to them. Hope you guys enjoy this! Comment and let me know how it’s going. I published chapter 2 guys! 2022 starting right!

“I can’t believe Nick’s rich rich,” I said before flopping onto the massive bed you had in your own suite.

Rachel joined you, munching on a large cookie that was offered to the both of us as we returned to the hotel after an exhausting night. Of course Rachel was put on the spot as expected, but I��m still reeling from what happened to me. Was Astrid just being nice, or was she really--no. Ollie would have known, he’s the eyes and ears. Right?

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Rachel said.

I nodded a bit too quickly. Rachel flopped onto her back to stare me down with those deep, brown eyes that always saw through a white lie whenever they ran from me. A perk and curse for knowing someone since high school.

“What happened?” she said. “You haven’t spoken about it much. You hardly touched all that food Nick’s mother’s servants made either.”

I deflated at her words.

“A lot happened,” I admitted. “It’s along the lines of something you wouldn’t understand.”

Rachel nodded and rubbed my knee.

“I know, we may be the strongest minority alliance but--”

“We deal with a lot of different issues,” I said, finishing it.

The unspoken rule of what happens if we don’t feel like talking about a certain microaggression or something infuriating racist that occurs. We’d eventually talk about it and sometimes we don’t.

“Whatever it is, we can leave if you don’t feel safe,” Rachel said. She placed the remaining half of her cookie in it’s wrapper on the dresser to the right of the grand bed.

Her arms found themselves around me. I melted into the embrace while she rubbed my shoulders gently.

“I’m here all night,” Rachel said. “If anyone bothered you, you’d tell Nick right?”

I nodded against her chest.

“Yeah. You’re my best friend Rachel, I’d tell you too, it’s just,” I paused to gather my thoughts. “Someone came to my rescue, surprisingly.”

Rachel hummed and rocked us back and forth.

“Are you going to tell me who?” she asked.

“Yeah, don’t know if you know her,” I said. “But her name is Astrid. Nick’s cousin, I believe?”

Rachel jumped and gasped, nearly scaring me to death. I turned to see a smile on her face with teeth and all.

“Astrid? Sweet, beautiful Astrid?” she said.

“Um, yeah,” I said, trying not to grow flushed with her holding me like this. “Stunning in fact, gorgeous even. She’s got this beauty mark that’s--ah! I need to chill!”

Rachel’s mouth gaped open, eyes wide with a combination of shock and humor.

“You’ve got a crush.”

“No I don’t,” I said. Answered fast again, another lie Rachel saw through.

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104 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Dreamcatcher Going to Pride with their Girlfriend Would Include...

Happy Pride month ya’ll! There will be more Dreamcatcher content soon! Also! Let me know if you’d like to see any individual fics based on this concept with any of the members. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

JiU/Minji

•She’d be so excited and happy for not only you but also the people around you who are enjoying pride and the festivities as well. Will be holding your hand the entire time, smiling and rubbing your back if you’re nervous.

• So much laughter and corny jokes from her than usual. While painting your face in glitter along with whatever color of flag you identify with/represent she showers you in compliments. With a dash of punny jokes

• “Y/N? Why is your hair so gorgeous? Such a mane right?”

“Thank you Ji. But why mane?”

“Cause looking at you and it makes me so prideful.”

• Minji would get so many stares and compliments from other gays, so much so that you’d get a bit jealous. It wasn’t just because of her beauty but of how friendly and open she was with them. Of course Minji told them she was happily taken, all the while taking you by the hand or waist, introducing you to them as your girlfriend.

• She’s mesmerized by the floats and would most definitely drag you to a drag show (lol).

• Would kiki with all the drag queens/kings as if they were friends for years and tip the extremely well.

• Kisses you whenever you both have moments to yourselves, thanking you for bringing her along and for having such love in her but also in your own self to celebrate this.

SuA/Bora

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105 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

My Sweet Girl~Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem! Velaryon! reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra x velaryon wife reader

Genre: Hurt and Comfort, Romance, Smut

Warnings: 18 + only ,smut, dirty talk, mommy kink, slight queen kink

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You’ve been distant from your wife, Rhaenyra ever since she was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, going back and forth from Driftmark to Kings Landing all while growing quiet at small council meetings. Rhaenyra decides to take matters into her own hands, flying you to Dragonstone with her to give of you the space you deserve while pleading with you to tell her what the issue is.

Writer’s note: This was going to be a short one shot but it got out of hand (as usual) but I hope ya’ll enjoy more Rhaenyra! There’s not enough fics of her on this site so, hope I could deliver. Please comment and tell me how I did! It would mean a lot, thank you.

The painted table of Dragonstone never ceased to astound you: Seven Kingdoms of Westeros perfectly accounted beautifully on a table, whether lit by the hyper orange plums of lava, or stark in the gloomy gray the island was known for. House Targaryen’s ancestral seat intrigued you. It wasn’t as grand as the stories you heard of old Valyria, yet it’s presence remained in it’s stony walls.

Just standing around the table Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives cultivated radiated an ancient energy in the room, as if you could still feel them standing there, discussing their plans of overtaking Westeros.

It made you reflect of your own house, not as regarded as the Targaryens but still powerful; the Velaryon fleet was the greatest strength to the crown, something your father Corlys often raved about. Was that your strength? What made the Queen love you as much as she did to marry you and in turn caused so much chaos within the realm?

“If you wanted to stare at the painted table all day, you could have asked,” a voice said.

You hesitated. Rhaenyra’s voice was easygoing as it often was, yet you couldn’t help but feel shameful, leaving her in the dark for over a month, not confiding nor speaking with her except when it came to goodbye kisses and your occasional thoughts during council meetings. Rhaenyra was queen now. Her troubles within the realm were far more important than you, well, at least that’s what you believed until your lady wife coaxed you into going to Dragonstone with you. Syrax was always eager for rides, especially with her owner and the woman who made her rider the happiest--you. No chances of distractions on the Targaryen’s ancestral seat either: Rhaenyra’s children remained in Kings Landing and the guards you fared the journey too are outside, leaving you both alone to resolve whatever issue you had.

“My love, your mind is still in Kings Landing, maybe even at Driftmark,” Rhaenyra said. She stepped from the hallway and circled around the painted table, making it to your side. “I am here without distraction, not as Queen of the seven kingdoms but as your wife. What’s on your mind?”

Concern played at Rhaenyra’s face as she finally joined you at your side, slotting herself next to you while your eyes traced over the craved part of Dorne on the map.

“If I were ever a distraction to you or the governance of the kingdom, would you tell me?” you said. The grooves of the map felt bold in your fingers, tracing over it and your attention heavy on in instead of your wife. “If you wanted to make this marriage less restrictive, like you did with Laenor, would you?”

Rhaenyra’s hand found yours among the table, trapping the piece of Dorne thanks to both of your palms.

“You know I would, but the thought never crossed my mind,” she said. Her tone was low, yet sad, almost making you apologize then and there. “There is so restriction with you, my dear. Where is this coming from?”

Your attention remained drawn to the table. It was difficult being honest when your wife was this soft, tender and unfurled with brows up, you knew purple eyes smoldered deep to convey enough emotion to break you down. She had no clue of your emotions, it worried her to death, that was evident. Yet you couldn’t speak it. Your feelings shouldn’t get in the way; Rhaenyra was Queen, needed in Kings Landing not here trying to coax a whirlwind of insecurities out of you.

“Can you look at me, my love?” Rhaenyra said. She clasped her hand around yours, gave it a squeeze as she continued. “I need you here. Dorne is important, but not as important as what’s kept your mind occupied.”

You attempted to stray from her undivided attention on yourself; your eyes swept the map thrice over, but Rhaenyra tugged you until you were flush against her. Targaryen heat radiated from her, a feeling you knew too well.

“Please?” she whispered. She held your face, gently, finally guiding your attention on her soft, lilac eyes. “Whatever it is, I’ll stand steady and by your side as always but I need you to talk to me.”

Being fully immersed in the comfort and attention of your wife forced you to crumble instantly. Your hands slide up Rhaenyra’s body to play with the golden dragon lapels of her cloak, slightly rubbing against the curve of her breasts, something the Targaryen noticed then chuckled over.

“No distractions, remember, love?” she said. “At least until I hear your voice.”

“Fine,” you said. “Sometimes I wonder if I can offer more to you as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra traced your cheeks with the pads of her thumb; she carefully trailed her hands down to your waist in order to hold you close.

“What do you mean, my dearest? You’ve offered so much to me,” Rhaenyra said.

“I know,” you whined. “But compared to your past loves: Harwin, and Daemon, even a different kind of love like Laenor. They were strong, powerful in a way like you, whether with a sword and shield or with dragon, they seemed most worthy of being at your side. While I--”

Rheanyra ceased the words from you, sealing them away with a kiss. A gasp bubbled its way through you before urging you to follow through to return the favor. Your wife’s arms wounded around you, tight enough to make you jump as her nails dug your skin through the fabric of your own cloak.

“I will not have any of that,” Rhaenyra whispered, nearly ghosting your lips with another kiss. “You may not have a dragon, that is true but you are still capable my sweet girl. Even still, you are of valyrian blood, dearest, I’m willing to try anything with you once Syrax lays another clutch of eggs.”

The way her lilac eyes shined showed you that she would hunt this idea to the ends of the realm for you. You didn’t want her to do that however, not for you. It felt as if you were still unworthy of her, her love or even the next clutch Syrax would or wouldn’t produce.

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510 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Being Corlys’ Bastard Daughter in a Secret Relationship with Rhaenyra Would Include...

I started writing this weeks ago and recently finished. Kinda went ham on it, sorry if it got too long! I’m also working on fics about this concept so stay tuned. Also spoilers for House of The Dragon up to episode 7, Driftmark. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

• You were Laenor and Laena’s half sister, since you were Corlys’ bastard daughter but you were legitimized in his eyes once you came into adulthood.

• Rhaenys accepted you with open arms, seeing you as a daughter just as she saw Laena and Laenor as her children respectfully.

• You didn’t care much for lady-like duties, choosing to chase behind Laenor and the other knights of your house to train in sword and shield. Corlys had his issues with it of course, but as long as you did what you could to keep up appearances, he was fine. Rhaenys was there to teach you all about being a lady, while sharing much of the fierceness a Targaryen could hold.

• Like Laenor, you had different tastes to what was expected of you.

• You much preferred the company of the ladies of court as your father frequented Kings Landing as King Viserys’s master of ships. Being around other ladies of court wasn’t frown upon much, you were safe from rumors, unlike your brother Laenor, it was easy to navigate yourself through your specific tastes since close bonds between women of the court were common.

• It remained common as you could keep them, a few lingering smiles here and a few compliments there, until you met the crowned Princess herself, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

• She was betrothed to your brother Laenor but he didn’t see her like that, yet you did. The Princess noticed you, and complimented you accordingly:

“You’re just as pretty as your brother, Lady Y/N,” Rhaenyra said before kissing your hand.

• Laenor may have been her betrothed, but Rhaenyra spent much time with you: listening of your tales amongst the sea with your father while Rhaenyra told you stories of dragons, even mentioning that she’d like to take you on the back of Syrax if you’d like to.

• During Laenor and the Princess’s wedding, the both of you kept running into each other on the dance floor. Her eyes tracing your body as she moved from man to man, attention on the way the music took you.

• Kept a close eye on you until the violence began, going straight towards you, keeping you safe through all of chaos.

“I need to find my brother!” you said.

Rhaenyra shook her head, hands still holding yours.

“I must protect you for him, my lady.”

• You knew you had feelings for the Princess after she married Laenor. The ten years away from her while she was in Kings Landing and you on Driftmark made you crave for her presence again. So you wrote to her, along with Laenor and Laena, respectively as she was in Essos.

• Rhaenyra oft wrote back, telling of her children and how much she missed you. She detailed your beauty in her letters, joking about how she’d rather be the wife of another Velaryon than your brother.

• You gushed at the letter once it got to you, thinking over a fortnight of what to say back to the Princess. It was treason and down right wrong to think of Rhaenyra in a nonplatonic way yet the Princess’s words drew you with so much tenderness inside.

• Rhaenyra’s letters kept arriving, wondering when you’d get back to her: both physically and by letter. You didn’t mean to leave her in the dark, but after hearing about her relations with Harwin and how she adored him saddened you. You wished to be the sole love she adored.

• You didn’t write her back until Laena’s death, pouring out everything you thought for her and the hate you felt for Laena going off with Daemon to Pentos, for making Rhaenys a wreck and making your father quiet, so much so that he didn’t talk much until the funeral.

• You and Laena weren’t the closest, yet she always made an effort to understand you the most, boasting that the blood of old Valyria was still strong in you, whether you weren’t full Velaryon or not. She never looked down or joked about your preferences, encouraging it along with Laenor.

• Laenor took Laena’s death the hardest though. You tried sticking by his side during the funeral, trying not to crack under your uncle Vaemond’s words of Velaryon blood, glancing at Rhaenyra’s own boys and you. It made it hard for you to handle your grief when anger bubbled inside, forcing you to clutch your hands tightly that red nail marks carved at your palms.

• Rhaenyra noticed however, prompting her youngest son there, Lucerys to comfort you in some way. The boy reluctantly looked to his mother, than to you before bounding over (thanks to a stern, yet easygoing nod from Rhaenyra) and taking one of your clasped hands into his tiny one.

• Your wall of rage tumbled just a bit, breaking your intense focus to see your nephew staring with wide eyes, steady and ready to bolt back to his mother and father if things grew awry. All you wanted was some one there who understood your pain, your rage, your heartbreak. You knew of the rumors, you may have been away from court but the gossip always ran throughout the seven kingdoms. The words bastard and Strong thrown around carelessly of Rhaenyra’s boys so much so that you felt terrible for them or even considering the truth that they weren’t Laenor’s boys.

•Whether they truly had the “saltiest and thickest Velaryon blood” didn’t matter, even though you were a Velaryon in Corlys’ eyes, yet in other members of the house’s eyes you were still the Sea Snake’s bastard daughter. A title you could never escape from. You didn’t know what Lucerys went though but you held his hand anyway, pulling him close for a hug. You may not know what the boy went through but it had to be something similar to your own strive.

•The boy hesitated but returned it immediately, clutching onto you for the rest of your uncle’s speech. You felt loved, you may have only met your nephew but you could tell Rhaenyra and Laenor loved and raised him decently so far.

“I-Is aunt Y/N all right?” Jacaerys asked as he approached you and Luke, holding his mother and father’s hands.

Luke glanced up at you expectantly, hugging into your side, as if asking his brother’s question a second time.

“Y-Yeah,” you said. Your voice rough but you tried your best in sounding all right. “T-Thank you for worrying about me, boys.”

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772 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

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