#Bo and Arrow

[3m0n3rd]

erm wut the sigma

[like-this-post-if-you]

Like this post if you know how to use a weapon

[jazzyrazzy157]

Weird ass Storm Hawks Sketches because im bored

[den-kunn]

Raiden: I've seen this word used many times before... what does "creampie" mean? A special pie of cream?

Den: it's what I'll give you tonight.

Fujin: ...

Liu: ...

Lao: ...

Jin: ...

Kai: ...

Shujinko: ...

Bo Rai' Cho: ...

[bookanimeart]

me: I don't like guns

me: anyways here's my bo staff, my bow and arrows, and several belts from multiple styles of karate. Also I want a sword.

[llimerrence]

also, just for funsies, respond to this w/ one of my characters and i'll post hcs (canon or oc) for that character

if we go with my canon ™ ending. Bo ends up in a poly relationship with Ben and Kenji

“I can put a straw through my eye, and get it to come out of my mouth.” This. this is a thing that Bo has said, and it is a true statement.

This video basically sums up Bo after a year on the island

I decided Bo actually got top surgery about 3 months before the 2015 incident. He didn’t need to wear his binder on the day of the incident and didn’t need his binder at all afterwards for sure. But he kept it just in case of dysphoria. Turns out, it made a pretty good Compy leg sling

Bo gets very desensitized to dinosaurs and learns that they’re just like any other big dangerous animal. Ya just kinda yell at it and they usually walk away. If not, you yell at it in its own language, and then it walks away

Arrow, unlike most compys, actually doesn't have a venomous bite. And the rest of the pack mostly used their claws, not teeth, on Bo. The little bit of venom he did end up getting in his system was enough to make him really sick, but not kill him.

The thing that gets me most about bo is that like…yes, his eye could be very traumatizing. but his biggest fear is other people seeing it. he's not grossed out by it, or even traumatized by it. he saw it worse every day on the island. His fear is that someone else might see it, and he will cause them to be traumatized. his father flinched when he saw it, and then he made a child cry, and bo went "i am gonna internalize THAT so hard"

he doesn't have mirrors anywhere. his room has no mirrors, his bathrooms don't have mirrors. he has hand held mirrors that are shoved in drawers, and he hardly uses them he just….hates the idea that someone might accidentally get traumatized because of him. he's traumatized enough from dino-island, he isn't gonna make someone else suffer from his issues

He worries so much. To the point where he’ll wear something uncomfortable, or put his hair down to cover his face, or even tie a shirt around his head if needed just so other people don’t see it

Bo would have to have surgery on his eye to try and fix whatever he did on the island himself because I promise you he cut off some of his own skin using a river reflection bevause it was infected (And I bet they did a skin graft to try and give him a bit more skin to work with)

Yes, Bo does make jokes about how his eye could be a really portable ash tray and shit bevause he’s the worst and copes thru shitty humor

Arrow has been known to lowkey stick her snout into his face hole. Not fully but enough that he can feel her breathing. Usually she does this when he’s asleep and she wants food. It’s like a cat smacking your face but worse

[shwarmii]

i just heard one of my favorite youtubers say this meme out loud in a video and the pronounciation FLOORED ME so now i gotta know:

poll is just "which way do you say it"; tags is "which way is right", assuming your answer to "which way is right" is different to "which way do you say it". or i guess tags are also for uhhhhhh if your answer is complicated and if you wanna explain, if you have a diff way of pronouncing (pls tell meeeee), or whatever else you want, im not your parents, idk

[illusioninfnty]

day 23 ; virginity loss

↠ bo sinclair x reader

fandom: house of wax word count: 2.8k warnings: nsfw 18+, bimbo!reader, reader has shitty friends, coercion, corruption, dubconish, fingering, blowjob, cum swallowing, dirty talk, kind of semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pervy!Bo, allusion to murder, the plot is like a bad porno but i promise this is good guys

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“God, did you forget to fill the tank again?”

You lean over from the backseat to take a look at the fuel gauge, and see the arrow is nearing empty. You furrow your eyebrows. “I was sure it filled up all the way,” you murmur. You try to recall when you all last stopped at a gas station, and how your friends delegated you to fill up the car while they went into the shop and bought snacks.

“Well it obviously didn’t, you idiot!” Your friend jerks the wheel and pulls over on the side of the desolate road. “This is why we never like to go anywhere with you.” 

You bite your lip, holding back tears. It wasn’t your fault that you were so forgetful sometimes, always getting distracted and lost in your thoughts.

This was supposed to be a fun road trip with your three closest friends, celebrating your college graduation nearing. But after a car karaoke session that went on for too long made you guys miss an exit, you’d been stranded on empty roads with nothing but trees surrounding you for quite a few miles now.

Your friend sitting in the backseat with you turns to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. “You should be the one to go find a gas station,” she protests. “It’s your fault we got stuck out here anyway.”

Your two friends in the front row look back at you and then at each other before nodding in agreement.

You crane your neck to look at the journey that would be ahead of you. It looked as though it continued to stretch for miles and miles with no end in sight, only the empty road and dying trees.

“By myself?” you ask hesitantly.

All three nod in unison.

You huff in defeat, unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the vehicle.

“I’ll try to be back—”

They slam the door in your face before you can answer.

“—Soon,” you finish before sighing and starting the long walk, hoping to find some destination before it got too dark.

~

Bo was not expecting to see a pretty little thing like you around Ambrose when it was nearing dusk, especially all alone. You had your arms wrapped around your bare midsection, and even from his spot inside the gas station he could see that you were shivering from the cool air as the sun set. You were looking around frantically, and he could tell immediately that you were lost and looking for help.

He smirks. Oh, he’d help you, alright. Bo took that as his cue to reveal himself to you. He wipes his hands with a dirty rag and tosses it aside, exiting the station.

You hear the ringing of the bell as Bo opens the door, and you turn your head towards the source of the sound. You scurry on over, seeing Bo in his mechanic’s uniform.

“Sir! Hi!” you start, fumbling over your words. “You work here, right? Do you have some gas? My car—well, it’s my friend’s—but it’s, like, miles back there and we ran out.” 

Your eyes then shift to the side and he could tell you were embarrassed. “It’s kind of my fault.”

Hmm. Sir. He liked hearing that come from your pouty lips.

Bo gives you a toothy grin. “Don’t gotta worry your head ‘bout it, sweetheart. I’ll get ya all settled. Come with me.” He slides his hand across your lower back, just barely grazing your ass. You gasp under your breath at the feeling, and Bo can’t help it when his cock stirs at the sound.

As you walk into the gas station, Bo scans you up and down. He notices that you have nothing on your person but your clothes, and even then it’s just little scraps of a skimpy top and skirt—which means you must’ve forgotten a wallet, too. His grin widens even more.

Reaching behind him without you noticing, he cranks the thermostat down. The air gets cooler within seconds, and Bo revels in seeing your nipples harden as they poke through your top.

He goes to find a can of gas, rolling up his sleeves as he plucks it from a top shelf. He notices when you gulp and stare at his muscles as he flexes them subtly.

You were such a cute little doll. He was going to have fun with you.

He plops the can on the counter. You go to reach for it, but he holds a hand out. “Ten bucks, little lady.”

Your eyes bulge almost comically and it takes all of Bo’s strength not to laugh at your expression.

“Wow, that’s a lot more than I thought it would be,” you say nervously, shifting on the balls of your feet.

Bo exaggerates a sigh. “Times are tough out here, owning a small business like this. We don’t get many customers out here.” He opens his hands to motion to you the desolate town of Ambrose.

You completely buy into his bullshit excuse, nodding your head in complete understanding. “Oh my god, that sucks, like, a lot.” Patting down your lame excuse for a shirt, you look up at Bo with wide eyes, jaw dropped in surprise. “I forgot to bring my wallet!”

You were such a dumb little thing. What were your sorry excuses of friends thinking, sending you off all alone?

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You clasp your hands in front of you in a pleading manner, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. Bo holds back a groan. Jesus, those eyes could make a man cream his pants if he wasn’t too careful. “Please, is there anything I can do to pay you back? I’ll do anything!”

Bo pretends as if he’s thinking long and hard. Oh, he knew exactly what you were going to do as payment.

“You know, I get lonely sometimes,” Bo starts, a mock frown on his face. “A cute lady like you could really help a man like me out.” He shuffles up to you, and palms your ass under that sorry excuse for a skirt.

“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm. “That’s really sad, sir.” You look lost in thought for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know if I can do that for you though.” You bite your lip, looking unsure of yourself.

“Aw, you gotta be kidding,” Bo clicks his tongue, rubbing his hand around the plumpness of your behind. “I bet you’ve helped lotsa guys out, huh?”

“A-actually,” you look down in shame. “I’m a—” you lower your voice to barely over a whisper, “—virgin.”

Bo blinks. That wasn’t a response he was expecting from you. So the slutty clothes were just for show, was it?

“Oh really?”

You nod, blatant regret all over your face. “I don’t think it’ll be good for you, ya’know, since I haven’t really had any practice and all that.”

He puts a smile back on, laughing gleefully and patting you on the shoulder, rubbing a thumb between the groove of your collarbone. “Well, that’s no problem for me, sweetheart. I can teach ya!”

Your eyes lighten up. “You can?”

“Sure I can!” He starts to undo his belt, throwing it aside on the counter. “Just need you to get on your knees for me and I can show you what to do.”

His cock jumps in anticipation, looking forward to seeing your juicy, plump lips wrapped around—

“Wait a minute!” you cry out, interrupting his fantasies.

Bo pauses in his movements, his jaw ticking at your interruption. “Yes?” he askes, concealing his frustration.

“What’s your name? I don’t wanna do this without knowing it.”

He sighs and points to the nametag on his jacket. “I’m Bo.”

You slap a palm across your forehead and nervously giggle. “Oh jeez, I should’ve known to look first!”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Bo mutters through his teeth impatiently. “Now lemme help you out, alright?” “Oh! Yeah, sorry!” You—finally—drop to your knees in front of him. “What do I need to do?”

The sight of you in front of him like that, so eager and pliant, had his cock jumping in his pants.

Bo lowers his jeans and boxers, his hard cock now revealed to you. He wraps a hand around the base stroking his full length as it puts it on display for you.

“That’s…big,” you murmur. You look up at him, concern plastered across your features. “I dunno if it’s gonna fit.” Your eyebrows crease together and those damn pouty lips of yours come out again.

Bo bites his cheek to conceal his smirk. This was gonna be a lot more fun than he thought. “I told you, that’s what I’m helping you with, ain’t I?”

You nod.

“Great. Now open those pretty lips up for me.”

You open your mouth as wide as you can, giving Bo a perfect hole to stick his cock into. He guides himself inside you, hissing as the warmth of your mouth envelops his length.

“Good girl,” he praises. He begins to thrust his hips slowly, your lips latching onto him as he does so. “You gotta let me move, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” you mumble around him, and he groans at the vibrations that travel up his cock.

Your lips loosen and you start to suck on his cock, the suction of your lips making shivers of pleasure run down his spine. He grips the back of your head, controlling the pace of his thrusts.

“Fuck, look at you,” Bo hisses. You look so pretty and innocent with his cock stuffed down your throat, gags escaping your lips. “You’re a natural. Sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I told you—!”

Bo slaps your cheek, shushing you. “Stop talking.”

You nod obediently, the action making him pulse inside of your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens as his thrusts become harder, more primal. He fucks your mouth with vigor, ignoring your gags and the way your nails dig into the skin of his thighs.

He cums faster than he’s ever had before, groaning as his hot release coats the back of your throat. You cough around his cock, spurts of liquid splashing against your cheeks.

“Swallow it,” Bo commands.

You gulp harshly, your lips still secured around his cock. The extra pressure has him bucking his hips and like a good girl you swallow all of his cum. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you begin to cough and sputter as you regain your breath.

“Is that it?” you question him.

“Baby, I still gotta get rid of that virginity of yours.”

“Oh.” You giggle behind your hand. “Right.” You start to strip, only taking a couple of seconds since you’re practically naked already. “What do I do now?”

Bo’s cock hardens back to life at your nude form in front of him. Your nipples are hard, attached to your perky breasts that bounce up and down right in front of his eyes. He stares lecherously, licking his lips. “Now that you got my cock all wet,” Bo rubs his length, now slick with his cum and your saliva, “I can stick it in your pussy.” You bite the inside of your cheek and nod, your eyes flicking between his face and his cock. “I know I asked before,” you begin, and Bo moves to place your hand over his cock, “but will it really fit?”

Lord, he was really starting to understand why your friends let you go alone.

“Yeah, I told you, I’ll make it fit.” He lifts you from the back of your legs and places you on top of the counter. He brings his thick fingers to your pussy, sticking a fingertip inside.

You gasp and arch your body into him, throwing your arms around his broad back. Your bare breasts brush up against his chest and he relishes in the contact. 

“That feels really good, Bo!” you cry out. He adds a second finger inside of you, pushing the digits in deeper. He can feel how wet you are and the way you clench around him so desperately. Your hips jerk into him unsteadily, chasing the pleasure his fingers bring you.

He chuckles. “It’ll feel even better when I stick my cock in you.”

Bo removes his fingers, basking in the way you whine as he pulls them out, leaving you pulsing and desperate to be around him. He lines his throbbing cock with your entrance and pushes himself in without hesitation.

“Bo!” You scream, nails digging into his back. Little gasps leave your mouth as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy grips him like a vice, and it’s difficult for him to move inside you with you so needy for him.

He shushes you, gripping your cheeks and watching as tears leave your eyes.

“It hurts,” you whine to him. Your nails grip onto him as if your life depended on it.

He shoves his face into the crevice of your neck, placing kisses upon it. “Gotta relax a bit for me, okay?” he coos into your ear. “Or it won’t feel good for you.”

“You promise?” you ask through glassy eyes.

He nods, and feels as you unclench just a tad around him. Bo is able to rut himself into you harder now, and he can’t help but be more forceful with his thrusts as it causes your breasts to bounce right in front of him.

“Look at that.” He motions towards where the two of you are connected, his cock pulsing at the way your blood and juices coat the base. “Look at how we're connected now.”

Oh wow,” you gasp in awe. “That’s kinda romantic, huh?”

Bo doesn’t respond. If you wanted to put it that way, he wouldn’t stop you. He ignores the way his heart stutters in his chest.

His hips continue to pound into you, your body bouncing along with the power of his thrusts. The whines that come out of your mouth sound so angelic, and Bo has to fight the urge to kiss you.

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, your head thrown back and your eyes are scrunched up in pleasure.

Bo didn’t need you to tell him that. Your pussy goes back to clenching down on him, your walls tightening around his cock, fitting themselves to the shape of him. He curses quietly into your neck. He never wanted to leave the warmth of your pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” Bo coaxes you. He moves a finger to your clit, enjoying the way you jolt at the newfound sensation as he rubs circles on the bead. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming!” Your voice is squeaky as your legs come up to wrap around his backside, and you finally reach your peak. Your pussy tightens around Bo even more, and he can’t help it when he cums for a second time as you squeeze every last drop out of him.

You pant heavily as you come down from your orgasm, sweat rolling down your temples despite the cold air of the station that surrounds the two of you.

Bo’s own breathing is heavy, something he’s not used to much. You squirm out from beneath him as you drop from the counter, legs still shaking from the aftermath of your orgasm. You bend down to gather your scraps of clothing, and Bo has to take all of his strength to conceal his groan as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your pussy.

“Leaving so soon?” Bo didn’t know what compelled him to say that. You were just some cute college kid passing through that was a chance to get his dick wet. Yet there was something about you that drew him to you, like a moth to a flame.

You shimmy back into your clothing, and he notices how you ignore the trail of his cum that runs down your thigh. “My friends’ll be mad at me if I take too long getting back.” You pause in your movements. “I can take the gas now, right?”

Bo’s heart drops in his stomach. He realizes quickly that no, he wasn’t going to let you take the gas. In fact, he wasn’t going to let you leave at all. He wanted you—needed you—here with him. He couldn’t let a pretty little thing like you just pass by him like that.

He glances outside quickly. The sky's already turned to a pitch black hue, and he knows there’s no streetlights on your way back to where your friends wait for you. He turns back to you as you stand awaiting his answer.

“It’s pretty dark out there, little lady.” You peek over his shoulder, and your eyes widen as you realize just how late it had gotten. “It ain’t safe for you ta’ be out walkin’ all alone. Why don’t you stay over at my place for the night?”

“B-but what about my friends?” A pout overtakes your face and you look up at Bo with puzzled eyes.

Bo smirks, holding you close to his chest and running a hand over your hair. “Don’t need ta’ worry about them, sweetheart. My brother’ll come an’ fetch ‘em.”

[our-happygirl500-fan]

A lot of people talk about how strong the Rise Turtles must be due to the fact they were made to be super soldiers but something I’ve been thinking about is how impressive the human’s of Rise are.

April is pretty impressive for the fact that she’s able to keep up with literal super soldiers & we know that April has known the Turtles for years since before the series started & in the time April has known the rest of the Hamato clan she obviously picked up various skills from knowing them for so long. 

Though April is most commonly associated with her bat she’s been shown to be able to use multiple types of weapons such as when she uses a shillelagh in the first episode or when she shows her skill in archery during the episode The Gumbus when she makes a makeshift bo & arrow.

April is also skilled in hand to hand combat, having been trained by Splinter & Splinter has even taught April moves that he hasn’t even taught to the Turtles.

Casey is a trained Ninja who has been training with the Foot Clan since she was seven not only is she skilled in ninjutsu & hand to hand combat but we’ve also seen her expertly handle a wide variety of weapons as well, making her an extremely skilled fighter.

Casey Junior grew up in the apocalypse & was raised as part of a rebellion against the Krang so Casey Junior is equipped as fighting incredibly powerful enemies in harsh conditions. Casey Junior was also trained by a future version of Leonardo meaning that the Future Leo also might have trained Casey in ninjutsu as well.

All the humans are very skilled & highly trained.

[autistic-mean-lesbian]

Bo, after he got shot with an arrow

This isn't funny, but watching that scene of him gulping down orange juice, I couldn't help but think of this

[threadsun]

Ayo it's Sleepy, here's a thought provoker: if the boys had access to a sharpie at any time, what would they write on you? And when? Basically I'm asking for your body writing headcanons lmao

You're so smart and sexy!!!!

Jack:

Most of the time, he writes sweet and slightly possessive things on you! Compliments, praise, "My Sunshine" is one that crops up a lot. Or he'll doodle little cute things on you like a sun or a smiley face. During sex, though? He'll tie you up and write the most degrading things on you. Anything to remind you that you're his slutty little sundrop~

Favourites: "My Sunshine" on your face, "mine" on your thighs, "filthy slut" on your chest

Ian:

Ever since y'all were in school together, he developed a habit of doodling on your arms when he's bored. If you let him write on you during sex, though... well, you're going to get an endearing mix of compliments and romantic stuff. Unless you ask him to get mean with it, he'll indulge himself in adoring you!

Favourites: "gorgeous" on your cheek, "beloved" on your wrist, "forever" on the back of your hand

Shaun:

He likes to write on you when you're tied up, mostly because he enjoys watching you helplessly try to figure out what he's writing as he's doing it. He likes to write places you can't see, and he'll only show you pictures of it afterwards. His writing ranges from silly to sweet to very very mean~

Favourites: "dork" on your forehead, "kick me" on your ass, "horny bitch" on your abdomen

Nick:

It's one of those things he's used to, and sort of likes to get creative with when he can. Sure, he could do some normal body writing to get you in the mood, but... really, he wants to try out new things with you! Something that'll keep you both interested and in the mood! So he'll get a little weird with it, but in a fun way~

Favourites: "cock magnet" on your lower back, "what dreams are made of" on your collar bone, a womb tattoo over your pelvis

Joseph:

He's too sweet to get degrading with it. And honestly, it takes a lot to even convince him that he can write on you because he doesn't think you'll want his bad handwriting on your body. But once you convince him? It's a lot of hearts mostly, especially since he'll keep trying until he draws a perfect one. Plus some compliments, of course!

Favourites: hearts all over your body, his name on your inner thighs, "perfect" all over your body

Jean:

Degradation, all the way through! This man wants your body covered in reminders that you're just his personal whore and you belong to him. He likes to throw the odd straight up insult in there too, just to make sure you're feeling thoroughly terrible about yourself. Anything to make you more vulnerable to him~

Favourites: "property of Jean Laurent" on your forehead, "pathetic" on your stomach, "useless slut" on your lower back

Rory:

Mostly he writes cute petnames whenever he's got a pen in his hands. But when you two are in bed together, he'll write the filthiest things on you. Specifically making sure to only write it in places where it's visible when you're naked. He doesn't want anyone else reading the things he writes on you.

Favourites: "sweetheart" on your hand, "delicious" on your thighs, "Rory's" on your ass

Barry:

He likes to write instructions on you! Just in case anyone else happens to see, he wants them to know exactly what to do to you. He loves to cover your whole body in writing, until he runs out of space to write more. He's happy to let others write on you too, of course! Anything to keep customers happy~

Favourites: "cum here" with an arrow pointing to all your holes, "hurt me" on your chest, "free use" on your face

Bo:

He can't write :)

Elias:

Body writing is something that feels really sweet and intimate to him. He's another one who only goes with compliments when left to his own devices. Though... his compliments can get a little raunchy if you bring a marker into the bedroom~ He just wants you to have reminders of his love all over your skin!

Favourites: "my beloved" on your wrist, his name over your heart, "tempting" on your ass

Taylor:

He writes a lot of notes and stuff on his own hands and arms, so when he wants you to remember something then he'll write it on yours. But he's also very horny for body writing! Usually he'll try to keep it romantic and sweet, but the moment you indicate you're okay with it, he'll pull out the more degrading stuff~

Favourites: "the hottest" on your forearm, "use me" on your stomach, "fuckdoll" on your chest

[a-deck-of-cards]

real things said in the wayne manor - pt. 2

previous : pt. 1 | next : pt. 3

Jason: To be! Or not to be—

Sleep Deprived Tim: *slowly turns head*

Jason: That is the question:

Tim: Shut. Up.

Jason: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer

Tim: Jason, I swear-

Jason: THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE

Tim: JASON I’M TRYING TO-

Jason: OR TO TAKE ARMS AGAINST A SEA OF TROUBLES

Tim: THIS IS WHY BRUCE HATES YOU *PULLS OUT BO STAFF*

Jason: AND BY OPPOSING END THE-

Tim: *SCREECHES*

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

things about house of wax that got me feeling some type of way 🤭:

the super glue scene

"don't move...shh, it's okay"

when vincent pushed dalton down the stairs

basically anytime vincent got his knives out

bo reloading his shotgun in the movie theatre

bo pulling the arrow out of his arm

lester's waist

lester showing off his knife

this:

also this:

and this:

this might be the most unhinged thing i've ever posted

[bluelikebruises]

cry of the dragon || aemond targaryen

Aemond Targaryen/TargaryenF!Reader summary: after aegon is crowned aemond helps you escape the red keep to ensure your safety in the coming war wc: 2.7k tw: implied incest, reader is aemond's half sister, angst

a/n: finals are killing me but anyways this was inspired by a drabble I wrote a while ago and by the s2 trailer omggg. I might iron this out and write a full fic, not entirely sure right now lol. also not proofread bc finals, okay enjoy :)

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“You fool!” shouted his grandfather, raising his hand to strike him. But Aemond caught his arm as it neared his face. “She was our bargaining chip, with her at our side the rest of the Houses would bend the knee” 

Aemond stares boredly at his Grandfather, “What does that matter now? Aegon is King”, he tossed his grandfather's arm. 

“Having a true Targaryen would have strengthened Aegon's claim” Alicent says, her eyes swollen as if to cry but no tears came out. 

Aemond knew what his mother meant by the word true. Having a daughter from King Viserys first marriage declare her support for Aegon would sway not only the small folk but many Houses as well. 

“She never would have supported Aegon”, Aemond said sitting.

His grandfather in a huff and puff crosses the room departing in anger, the wooden doors slam behind him. Once her father is out of the room Alicent sits next to Aemond but does not speak. 

“I should put you to the blade for this” Aegon speaks, “For letting the prisoner escape” 

Aemond shot up approaching his brother with deadly intentions, “Prisoner? She is my sister”

Aegon snickers, “Your sister is a traitor and so it seems are you” his eyes never left Aemond both staring at the other waiting for the other to act. Aemond’s hand hovered just above the hilt of his sword, tempted to pull it out. 

“Enough” Alicent said, “No one is a traitor, your sister was kidnapped. Taken by force against her will. A plot we discovered your uncle was behind. That is what we will tell the people. We will discredit Rhaenyra and Daemon before they can retaliate”

Aemond backed away from his brother, slowly stalking backwards towards where his mother sat. Aegon scoffed, rolling his eyes as he left the room.

“What did she tell you?” she reached for his hands, “What were the last words she uttered?’ she asked desperately. He looked at his mother, removing his hands from hers. He stared at the seat across from him for a moment, it was quiet he had almost forgotten his mother sat besides him.

“Aemond,” she pleads. He ignored her reaching for the cup of wine on the table in front of him.

He looked at his hold on the cup before responding, “To protect Helaena” he brought the cup to his lips. 

He sat wondering where exactly you were at that very moment. Were you still flying over Blackwater Bay? Or had you reached your destination? He had not asked you where you would go, he knew. A part of him hoped you had flown somewhere far away from King’s Landing and Dragonstone. But he knew better than that, he prided himself on knowing his favorite sister. His older sister who took him on his first dragon ride, who stayed by his side the night he lost his eye, who would storm into his room and tell him all about her travels. He laughed as he remembered her fierceness.

Alicent's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched her son laugh, “What could you find amusing at a time like this?” The dowager Queen did not expect an answer from her son, accustomed to his rash emotions and actions. But Aemond ignored her stern voice and simply stated your name. 

“When she shot your loyal watchdog right between his armor, piercing his shoulder”

Alicent half smiled, sadness filled her heart at the loss of her husband and now her daughter.

“He had made training unbearable that day, and she had seen all of it. She let her arrow fly upon hearing Aegon’s laugh, and when it hit Criston, his face became so serious. She stalked up to him, pulled the arrow and said, ‘You are to train both princes’ not favor one and ridicule the other’. After, when we were called to the small counsel fathers eyes beamed when he heard what she had done” 

Aemond pauses sipping on the wine, “Never had I seen pride encompass his face, he never looked at any of us like that. Not even the realms delight. She was his favorite—I understood why. She was my favorite too” 

In his silence Alicent tried reaching towards him, Aemond simply stood and exited the room. Left alone Alicent no longer could stop the tears that had built in her eyes, she wept silently. 

—

Unbeknownst to the Hightowers you flew above the back of your dragon over the Blackwater Bay. You had not known how long you had been flying for or if you were heading in the right direction. Tears were clouding your vision over what had transpired only some days ago.

You had been locked in your chambers for the past two days. Your only visitor had been your mother, though Alicent had not bore you she had raised you. You had been only a babe when your mother had died giving birth to Baelon. When the Queen had entered your chambers she had informed you of the death of your father. 

Through sobs she holds you, once your tears have dried she tells you for your safety you had to be kept in your room. Confused, you ask why but she does not respond, instead she hastily leaves your chambers. You chase after her but the doors slam in front of your face, fist meet the wooden doors, you’re shouting but to no avail. 

By the second day the Queen returns with your grandfather at her side informing you of Aegon’s coronation. You’re appalled, shaking your head in disbelief. Instantly you understand why you were kept in your room. They knew you would not have bent the knee. You would not have let them follow through with their seize. Despite how you felt about Alicent or Otto, you knew this had been planned long before your fathers death. The disdain Otto held for your sister and her family was no secret. 

Hours passed unbearably slow after the Queen leaves, you’re pacing your chambers trying to figure out what would come next. 

It had been the dead of night when Aemond came to your chambers rushing you out. He didn’t allow you any time to pack a satchel, simply and quickly stating you had to make haste. Buttoning your coat, Aemond wrapped a cloak around you. 

You knew the repercussions that would occur, the danger that he was putting himself in front of. Both Aegon and your grandfather would take his actions as treachery. Going against the family was the most unforgivable treason. 

And though you did not want to believe it you knew he had aided in crowning Aegon. Of course he would, Aemon was loyal to a fault to his mother, her word was law. Even when her words were Otto’s.

“You helped Aegon be crowned, so why are you doing this?” you asked. 

Aemond did not respond as he led you through the quiet halls of the Red Keep. He held your arm bringing you close whenever you passed a servant or guard. 

The air outside the palace hit your nose, the city smelled of ash and iron. All was quiet except for the drunks that stumbled throughout the streets. The silence of the city provided a great opportunity to think. But the only word that was alive in your mind was, ‘why’. Why would your brother risk his life helping you return to Dragonstone, to your sister? You were now by all accounts considered the enemy, for you would never bend the knee to Aegon.

Frustration with a lack of answers caused you to stop in your tracks, “Aemond, why are you helping me?” 

He turned to you, the moonlight illuminated the blue in his eye, it practically glowed. He paid no attention to your words simply grabbing your arm pulling you forward 

“We have to keep moving,” he said

You moved away from his grasp, “Why are you risking your life? This will only end in more disputes, more conflicts” 

“I will welcome disputes and conflicts for the rest of my life as long as you are safe”. His words rang in your head, as long as you are safe, he was doing this to protect you.  From what? From who? You had not felt your life threatened when you spoke to your mother or grandfather, but family means little to a power hungry man. 

“Aegon has been crowned and I know you will not submit to his rule. They’ll grow frustrated and I know not for how long I will be able to protect you”. Aemond knew there was nothing he would not do for you. He also knew that he would kill anyone who hurt you and that included his own brother Aegon.

You did not argue when Aemond pulled you forward a second time, your feet simply followed. Your heart sped up with questions of whether Aegon, your brother, was capable of ordering your death. Was your grandfather? Of course he would, you were not of his blood. A sorrow filled your chest, Otto was still by all means your grandfather, the man who told you all about the flowers in Old Town. Who brought you a single wilted flower when he returned to the palace. Yet now he posed a threat to you. 

Aemond stopped walking, you stopped with him. You turned to look back, the palace stood enwrapped in shadows; it was so far and yet so close. From the distance you knew where you stood the Dragonpit in front of you. You walked towards it half expecting Aemond to follow but he did not. 

You know the answer but still you ask, “You are not coming with me?” 

He laughed, “Our older sister and her husband do not take kindly to me” 

“I will change their minds,” you said, stepping forward towards him. There was pause from both of you as you moved. “Come with me” 

“They would never accept me—“ 

Without thinking you blurt out, “To the seven hells with Dragonstone, with Kings Landing. Come with me”, you reached for his hands holding them. “We could go anywhere, anywhere you want”

Aemond did not say a word, he simply studied your face. 

It was an offer you’re not sure you would be able to see through, but you would try anything to keep Aemond safe. You simply wanted him away from the bloodshed that was to come. The war that loomed over once your sister was informed of your fathers death and the usurpation. 

“We could see the world, chart new lands that have yet been seen. This is not our war, we do not have to die in it”. 

The truth was it was your war, a war that had been started the moment your mother had died in childbirth, a war that was set into motion the day your father married Alicent Hightower. And no one from either side would come out unscathed. 

His eye found the floor, he thought your words over as he examined the dirt and rocks. You could see he was thinking about your proposition. You squeezed his hands in a silent plea. 

“All you have to do is say the word and I will not go to Dragonstone” you smiled half heartedly already knowing his answer.

When his eye returns to yours he finally speaks, “You live in a fantasy land sister”, pulling his hands from yours. His voice was low and deathly serious, taking you by surprise. Aemond’s voice never dropped when he spoke to you, the words that would come next would be venomous. “You would mark us both as traitors and what of Helaena? Her children?”

“They would come with us” there was an urgency in your voice. Your hand raises to his face, placing your palms against his cheeks.You’re not sure who you’re trying to convince, him or yourself. There was no getting out of your situation, despite your best efforts to convince Aemond. Yet you tried, “I know of your love of Helaena, it is the same love your harbor for me. I would never leave her”. 

Aemond’s feelings towards you had never been a secret, especially from you. His adoration and fondness were clear as a spring day. Always casting away the rogue Lord who would try to win your favor. Placing gentle good night kisses against your cheeks. Afternoons spent reading shoulder to shoulder, and when you would look up his lips were a breath away. You would be lying if you said they weren’t reciprocated but it had never occurred to you to act upon them. There were always other things that preoccupied your mind than a love affair with Aemond. 

You're brought back to reality when you feel Aemond lean into your touch. But as quickly as he leaned towards it he removed your hands. 

“You know nothing, you would rid ourselves of our family? Of our honor? Of our duty?”

The sadness and urgency in your voice was replaced with growing anger. All you were trying to do was ensure his safety and yet he was insulting you. 

“Duty?” you laugh, “You think I do not know of duty?” you stepped back. Unsure who the brother that stood before you was. 

“I do not expect you to understand. You have never committed yourself to anything but your freedom. But not all get that luxury” he spat. His words pained you, filling your heart woe, you had always thought Aemond of all people understood your sense of travel. You had often though he even admired you for never staying in place. 

“I just want something good for you Aemond, for you to know happiness and peace . . . I see the way mother relies on you, you her confidant, you her son. How you clean Aegon’s messes, how you protect Helaena. None of that is your duty”. A lump formed at your throat and you fought to swallow it. You had always managed to hold yourself together, no emotion but joy ever shown on your face. No one but Rhaenyra had ever seen the extent of your emotions.

“Family is my duty!” he shouted. You don’t flinch, your eyes lowered filling with sadness and anger.

“Do you care so little of the people you love? How selfish can you be?” Aemond did not stop his verbal attack until he brought down the final blow, “Grandfather was right . . . all you care about is your own amusement, your own pleasure. You have no regard for others.”

His final blow broke the dam of tears you had been holding back. Though you did not cry out or sob, tears slid down your face. Aemond who you had loved ever since he was born was cutting into your skin with every word he spoke. He thought you selfish and uncaring, holding no love or loyalty for your family. 

Perhaps it was because you never dove into the politics of the Hightowers and the Targaryens. You never wanted to be caught in the web of hate and distrust. Yet you stood across Aemond both on opposite sides of the war. A war you had not chosen to participate in but were born into and now it was time to choose your allegiance. In doing so you would ensure the loss of your brother, your youngest sister and your mother. Half of your family would be lost, half of your heart would be gone.

You could continue to beg—to convince Aemond to go with you, or you could stay. Tell him you would return to the palace and forget the night happened. But that would mean bending the knee to Aegon and condemning Rhaenyra, and you would rather die than toss your beloved older sister aside. 

Words flooded your head, you wanted to form a sentence but no words came out. 

“Go before I change my mind and alert the Kingsguard” 

You step away from him, swallowing the lump in your throat. You form a coherent sentence, “Keep Helaena safe” before disappearing in the Dragonpit. 

As he watched you go Aemond did not believe a word he said. There was no truth in his words. The only thing he believed was that if you kept talking about leaving together he would have. And he could not have that. Breaking your heart was the easiest way to get you to leave, to get you to safety. 

[small-sinclair]

Obsessed lester x reader please? 🙏

One of my favorite things ☺️

Obsessed!Lester Sinclair Hcs

Tw: mention of murder

He called Bo and told him not to touch you and your partner when your group came to his shop. He wants the satisfaction of killing then just to have you

But he won’t ever tell you. He’ll lie and say they ran off and forgot you. Don’t worry. Lester will be there to care for you.

He loves watching you sleep while laying next to you. He’ll brush your hair lightly and hum to himself, thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

Lester would get you anything you want. Anything. Go on. Ask! He wants you happy!

Put your hand in his while you two are in public. He loves it! He gets to show you off and be proud of it because your his and his alone.

Lester would kill anyone that looks at you wrong. The man eyeing as if you were candy? Found dead with and arrow in his chest. Those boys cat calling you at the store? Terrible “accident”. That woman telling you to smile more? House fire with her “passed out” on the floor.

He loves it when you look at him while doing nonsense stuff like dancing in the kitchen, hanging the laundry, singing loudly with that big smile.

He loves to smell your shirts and jackets.

One time, he got on his knees and begged you to punish him for being careless and cut your arm. It wasn’t much but he felt like he just killed an angel. He was crying and pleading over and over for you ti hurt him, but you didn’t… you couldn’t. Imagine his surprise when he felt your gentle fingers going through his hair and pulling his head into your belly. You hold him gently and pull with his little curls. He feels like he’s been forgiven by a queen.

Talk about kissing obsessed! He will never get enough of your attention and touch.

Hold him close so he can decay in your bones.

[v1nsincl4ir]

I find it so funny that in the grand scheme of things Bo is just having his shit rocked for half of this movie. Thrown from his own truck, shot twice with a crossbow, pulled an arrow out of his arm with the tail on it, had the one leftover tugged on still in his chest all before being brutally beaten to death. The closest he came to actually killing someone in the movie (unless we count the deleted scene with Jennifer) was when he put Carly in his basement but he fucked that up too. I can't take this man seriously /aff