#THEREFORE FUELING MY ADORATION FOR THEM

[confused-disaster32]

Apologising/warning moots and/or followers that I'm actually gonna be SOOOO annoying the next couple of days talking about Ghost.

Like, my Ghost phase has been rehitting HARD the past couple of weeks - but when Papa V is introduced, I'm gonna be non-stop posting about him

[just-some-user-hunny]

Platonic yandere Rhaenyra as your mother...

~ The moment she laid eyes upon you, she helplessly fell in love. All the anger and shock towards Daemon took a backseat to her emotions the moment she saw you- her breath stuttering in her throat as her own amethyst eyes settled upon the wailing girl in the mad prince's arms. No woman is keen upon the idea of their other half returning with a child that they've had behind their back, but the sight of a girl- a daughter, for her, settled her decision at once. It's unlikely for her to take out her frustrations out on you, and something about your tearful little face and upset cries for your mother made her want to take you into her arms at once to soothe you. She didn't care at all about you being a bastard, all she could see was a daughter. Hers.

~ Rhaenyra would spoil you. Gifting you dresses and jewellery and books and fine silk threads, and always wearing an adoring twinkle in her eyes whenever she sees you. Rhaenyra herself loves her precious gems and fine luxurious dresses, and now with her own little girl, you bet you're getting spoiled. She'd also love seeing her dear boys get along with you, further fueling her delusions that you're her own child. She'll call her 'my dearest love' and 'sweet girl' , a cautious protective arm always within reaching distance of you if things get heated at the dining table during rowdy family dinners.

~ she's often the one to smoothe your anger and sadness over when it comes to your conflict with Daemon, your father. He is always the one to dish out punishments and restrictions, and in his stead, she'll be the one to lather you with comfort and alternatives. As a child she'd carry you in her arms, wiping away your tearfulness and promising you a ride with Syrax after Daemon forbids you from riding your own dragon for a week. That dynamic fits well with them. Essentially, Daemon is The bad cop, and she is the good cop.

~ as a child, you were very against this woman mothering you when you missed your one mother at home. However you may eventually grow soft to Rhaenyra, even if it's unintentionally done. She's so attentive and gentle towards you, it's hard not to seek out her comfort- even if most of it is dismissive and performative to keep you calm. She'd happily braid your hair if you wish to go riding upon horse or dragon-back, and always with a smile upon her face.

~ Rhaenyra soothing you whenever you fights with her father, Daemon. She is firm, but gentle, the perfect salve to Daemons cruelty and coldness. He has always stood strong and confident, and the powerlessness you'd feel around him would both infuriate you, and make you feel hopeless. Rhaenyra is always there for the aftermath, to distract you from the sadness brewing in your chest. Squeezing your hand beneath the table as you all eat your meals together, your presence always insisted upon by Viserys and Daemon.

~ she'd be a fiercely protective mother. As you grow older, transitioning from her little girl to a young woman, she'd be very against any arranged marriages. If she could, she'd keep you at home forever, single and happy- or free to love whoever you like as long as they are approved by her and Daemon and that you remain at home with them.

Thankfully, due to your bastard heritage, you have no political duty to marry, and are therefore free from being wed for gain. (Sure, you'll never seat the iron throne, but as a woman in those times everything was cut-throat. You may as well have a taste of freedom)

~ Syrax is just as doting. You're her riders little girl, and that maternal feeling would come through both Rhaenary, and syrax. The large golden dragon will chirp and purr in your presence, bowing her head to sniff and gently prod at you- like a doting mother.

"Darling, are you joining us for lunch?"

"For the afternoon".

Rhae smiled warmly, watching you pet Syrax- who gazed upon the princess with passive golden eyes. Crooning gently into your touch, before retreating softly. Rhaenyra approaches soon after- peeling her riding gloves off before taking your face within the cradle of your palms and kissing your brow. 1...2...3, a mantra of soft kisses laid upon your face before she steps back to look at you. Her smile is genuine and warm.

~ As the dance of the dragon approaches, the more protective and demanding she becomes. Suddenly your dragon riding time is limited, especially after Luke's death :( the moment you even suggested leaving upon dragon-back to get some fresh air in the clouds she snaps almost tearfully, composing herself shortly afterwards, and then sending you outside upon the balcony with a guard. A pleading look in her eyes begging you not to disobey her, for her sake, please. She cannot lose you as well.

~ She becomes especially paranoid about team green snatching you away, as both teams are obsessed with keeping you on their sides amidst the approach of war. The amount of kingsguard that stand position outside your chambers every night, hell, even accompanying you around the castle increases. You seldom have a moment to yourself without a lady in waiting heel-to-heel with you, or a towering armoured knight breathing down your neck.

Even with Daemon gone, you're still trapped within the castle.

~ Bastard!princess reader wants nothing to do with this war, and although she may have created a connection to Rhaenyra and Jace and her twin sisters, she may see this as an opportunity to finally leave. Escape would be difficult, near impossible, but not out of the question. You still have your dragon at your call, so you may find a way to slip away and find a way to get to your dragon to escape.

Everyone would go mad however, almost putting a pause on the conflict to go out and find you. Be warned that Daemon and Rhaenyra would immediately go seek your hometown and mother and brothers (that is, if they are still alive), so you'd have to be smart with slipping from their grasps.

~ To the end Rhaenyra will hold onto you dearly like her life-line, committed to being your mother, regardless of your feelings or circumstance. Even as she is burnt, she will not cry or scream- only thinking of everything that she has lost. How she failed you, and everyone she ever held close.

(under the scenario that in the end you did leave and vanish, or worse, got killed in the conflict).

[mortal-sarah]

An AU that’s lived in my brain for a long time now and that is very near and dear to my heart is Nie Huaisang as Queen Amidala (from Star Wars) and Meng Yao as a handmaiden (Sabé to be more specific).

The ‘Queen who has similar-looking decoys to her that are always around her not only to attend to her but to protect her and take her place in moments of danger’ concept is a god-tier one and I think it works so well for Huaisang and Meng Yao and it leads to an interesting new angle for Meng Yao’s becoming Jin Guangyao arc.

Like there’s so many possibilities! Maybe everything in canon is the same but Huaisang has these handmaidens and instead of becoming Mingjue’s right-hand Meng Yao is recruited to become a handmaiden because he looks so similar to Huaisang.

Maybe it’s a totally different universe and Huaisang has more power and therefore needs more protection. Maybe it takes place in a Star Wars au?

Maybe Meng Yao’s desire for power is not only fueled by the desire to be above those who would seek to hurt him but also because he’s tired of being in Huaisang’s shadow. By taking over for Huaisang in moments of danger he has proved he can do this job even better than his useless young master can. And he has noble blood in his veins, why shouldn’t he be in charge of a sect, why shouldn’t he have that power? Maybe he meets and falls in love with Lan Xichen but he can’t be with him because of his full-time job protecting Huaisang. Maybe he loves both Xichen and Huaisang at different times in different ways.

Maybe it’s a SangYao story where Meng Yao is deeply devoted to Huaisang and always worried about him and Huaisang is so content to just have Meng Yao by his side always and wants to protect and take care of him just as much.

Maybe Huaisang uses his disguises and decoys to meddle in politics. Maybe he plays the helpless queen or prince in public but in reality his handmaidens and him are an elite team bringing about change behind the scenes.

Maybe Huaisang suffers over the fact that he must hide himself constantly. That no one knows the real him. That any one of his handmaidens could be put in front of someone and they would never notice that it wasn’t really him. How does that affect his love life? Is someone like Jiang Cheng able to see through his disguises to the real him?

What about Mingjue and Zonghui? Are they in charge of Huaisang’s elite squad of protectors. Do they train and hand select the handmaidens? Was Meng Yao the first? Did he and Huaisang and Mingjue create this role, this idea together? Or was he drafted in later?

What does basically being the same person do to Huaisang and Meng Yao’s relationship? How dependent do they become on each other? How do they feel about falling into each other’s shadows when one of them must play the role of the queen or prince or young master? Do they make a great team? Is there resentment? Are they so close they can sense what the other is feeling?

Plus there’s the costumes! Huaisang in those extravagant gowns and that beautiful face paint! Meng Yao in those same gowns and paints!Putting each other’s hair into the elaborate styles. Doing each other’s makeup and face paint. The tenderness of taking the other’s hair out of its pins and braids and clasps, of washing off the makeup.

There’s so much that can be done with this au and I adore it with my whole heart!

Please imagine it with me:

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Chocolate Temptation 💖

Based off art by @rius-cave

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Adam was headed back to his room when he spotted the small bag on the coffee table in the lobby. It was a brown bag with a heart on it and the letter A on the middle.

Logical conclusion? Adam assumed it was for him! It must be from Lucifer, he's the only one in the hotel that knows he likes to put his name and therefore by extension his initial on shit!

Picking it up Adam smiled, it was chocolate! Fucking score!

Taking a bite out of the chocolate bar it had a creamy caramel center that was so fucking good!

He should save the rest for later....... But what's it going to hurt? It's his, surely it doesn't matter.

So, leaving the wrapper behind Adam happily munched on the chocolate back to his room.

Not knowing the A stood for Asmodeus.

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Lucifer was on his way to check on Adam when he didn't come down for dinner. It was odd since Adam hasn't locked himself away in nearly a year.

Angel stomped by him, clearly pissed off. "Who the fuck ate my valentines day chocolate!? I had it imported from List god damn it!"

Odd.

But not his problem.

Lucifer opened Adam's door and right away heard panting.

"L-Lucifer?~"

Adam was sweating and flush, his cheeks very pink as he pulled on his clothes, his golden eyes glassy. "S-Something's wrong..... My body is on fire and I can't stop shivering........" He gripped the front of Lucifer's suit in a desperate attempt to ground himself. "P-please help me...... I-I-I don't know what's wrong with me!"

Lucifer noticed the smidge of chocolate on Adam's lip and it clicked. He smirked and gripped Adam's chin grinning widely. "Leave it to me Adam. I'll help you feel better right away.~"

He crashed their lips together, Lucifer could taste the chocolate on Adam's lips and in his mouth, sweet and rich it was nearly as delicious as the first man himself.

Adam moaned, he felt like all of him was melting and the kiss helped and made him burn for more at the same time. His skin was too hot and the sweat only made his clothes cling to him more.

He gasped when Lucifer pulled away and licked a strip up his neck to his ear. "Let's get you out of those clothes, they seem to be bothering you.~"

That was the best idea Adam has ever fucking heard. He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, the cool air touching his skin left goosebumps in its wake making Adam shiver.

Yet he was still too hot.

When was he laying down? Adam was suddenly looking up at Lucifer and the King had lost his jacket at some point.

Adam moaned at the feather light touch of Lucifer's finger running down his chest, why was he so horny? The fuck was in that chocolate?

Lucifer purred at Adam's needy state. He maneuvered him so that Adams legs were bent and he got the fallen angel to hold them for him. He delivered a swift slap on Adam's ass.

"Ahh!!"

"Hmmm, you know that chocolate wasn't yours, right?~"

Adam tilted his head, it was one of the more adorable things he did. So sweet and so human. "It wasn't from Y-you?"

Lucifer chuckled. "No, but since you've had such a..... Lovely reaction I might get you your own.~" He dipped down and kissed Adam's right thigh and moved in slowly towards where the first man really wanted his attention focused. Only he skipped over Adam's very obvious boner, his breath ghosting over his dick and going to the other thigh.

Adam whined, he was doing that on purpose! He gasped when Lucifer went down and started to eat him out, his long tongue invading him to open him up. He felt like all his nerves were on fire.

Lucifer hummed as he took his time, enjoying all the sounds Adam made in his lust fueled needy state.

When he finally removed his tongue, Lucifer grinned and undid his pants. He was hard enough to cut glass and it's been a while since they had sex last. He grabbed Adam's hips and plunged in.

"Ahhh!!~" Adam moaned and dug him nails into the backs of his legs. "F-fuck!"

"That's the whole point.~" Lucifer leaned down and kissed him, giving Adam a minute before he started moving.

He didn't give Adam much mercy once he started to pound into his tight heat.

Adam threw his head back screaming as his prostate was repeatedly assaulted by the devil's cock, hammering those nerves that sent shock waves of electricity up his spine making his mind tingle. His eyes rolling back the only thing his vision saw was different colors that swirled and punched his line of sight and kept getting lighter as more time passed.

His throat and voice felt so strained and raw from all his screaming but he didn't care. The burn in his body and what felt like his very soul was being quenched.

This was what Lucifer loved about fucking Adam, especially when he let himself just give in to raw pleasure, he was so vocal and it was so hot seeing him drenched in the sin of Lust.

Adam squeezed his eyes shut and screamed when he came. "AHHH!!! L-LUCI!!!" His back arched and everything in his vision went white. His cum painted his stomach and Lucifer's vest white.

Lucifer kept moving, not letting up on his pace as he fucked Adam into overstimulation and the first man kept moaning until Lucifer finally reached his own orgasm and filled him with all his cum. Adam gasped at the gush of cum against his prostate making him reach another climax.

Fuck that felt so much better.

They panted, their breath mingling together before Lucifer leaned down for a kiss. Adam let his legs go and weakly cupped his face returning the kiss slowly and a little sloppy.

Lucifer pulled out slowly and held Adam in the bed, running his finger through his hair that was somehow still soft, bangs stuck to his forehead. "Better?~"

Adam nodded sleepily, his eyes heavy. "Yeah...... Thank you.."

Lucifer smiled and kissed him sweetly. "You're welcome, Adam. Happy Valentine's Day."

Adam gave a small smile and yawned cutely. "Happy Valentine's Day, Luci."

[natalchartnurtures]

Who Do You Become When You're Sleep Deprived?

When we are deprived of sleep, our bodies, and therefore our minds, slip into survival mode, as most of us probably already know. There are some aspects of your natal chart that light up when you are in survival mode – your Moon being the most prominent of them. So here's how the Moon signs might behave when sleep deprived. Enjoy~

The Aries Moon/Moon in the First House/Mars aspecting Moon: Okay, picture this: you're a vulnerable, sleep-deprived stress monster with an Aries Moon. Yep, you might just throw punches metaphorically (or literally, if pushed too far). This lack of shut-eye can make you restless, impulsive, and prone to epic bad decisions. I mean, come on, we've all been there, right?

The Taurus Moon/Moon in the Second House/Venus aspecting moon: Now, here's a weird one. Taurus moons pretend they're totally fine until they crash, and boy, do they crash hard! Suddenly, they transform into these adorable, moody babies craving creature comforts. Bring on the comfort food, blankets, and Netflix – it's the only way to survive the exhaustion.

The Gemini Moon/Moon in the Third House/Mercury aspecting Moon: Gemini moons on no sleep? They're like they're on coke or something. Anxious, talkative, and mentally all over the place. Decision-making? Nope, not happening. Their minds are in overdrive, making them the kings and queens of confusion. They can find it very hard to calm down and relax, leading them to not be able to sleep, which in turn encourages more sleep deprivation. It's a cycle that keeps spinning until someone shouts, "Stop the madness!"

The Cancer Moon/Moon in the Fourth House: Sleep-deprived Cancer moons go into full-on mom mode. They forget about themselves and become hyper-focused on nurturing others. But oh boy, their emotions go haywire. Their sensitivities break the scale (if there is one) and so they're prone to feeling emotions stronger than they usually do, which can cause them to appear like they are moody and what non-Cancerians call "an emotional mess," whatever that means. Rolling my eyes. Logic? Ha, it's out the window! Decisions are solely based on feelings, and they wear their hearts on their sleeves.

The Leo Moon/Moon in the Fifth House/Sun aspecting moon: Sleep-deprived Leos? They crave validation and attention like never before. For these majestic beings, frustration levels peak, and their tolerance for nonsense hits rock bottom. Reassurance becomes their lifeline. Despite the exhaustion, they power through, fueled by pride. Impressive, right?

The Virgo Moon/Moon in the Sixth House/Mercury aspecting Moon: Oh, Virgo moons, the overthinking perfectionists of the zodiac. With no sleep, they turn into anxiety-ridden hot messes, hyper-aware of every tiny detail. Relaxation? Nope, not happening. Their pursuit of perfection becomes a burden, and routines are their saving grace in this chaotic state.

The Libra Moon/Moon in the Seventh House/Venus aspecting Moon: Sleep-deprived Libra moons? Brace yourselves. They lose their cool, becoming ultra-reactive to everything around them. Yet, strangely, they lean on their social circles to survive the sleep drought. Indecision skyrockets, and emotional limbo becomes their new normal. Avoiding conflict? You betcha.

The Scorpio Moon/Moon in the 8th House/Pluto aspecting Moon: Oh boy, Scorpio moons, our intense, mysterious pals. When they're sleep-deprived, they morph into these paranoid baddies, getting stuck in a vortex of negativity and diving deep into the depression hole. Their emotions go haywire, and they become ultra-sensitive. Their emotions are heightened as well, making it harder for them to control their emotional reactions and come off as sensitive; even on a good day, they can take on a lot of intensity. Only solitude seems to soothe these dark souls.

The Sagittarius Moon/Moon in the 9th House/Jupiter aspecting Moon: Now, Sagittarius moons are a different breed. Our optimistic, risk-loving besties turn into bundles of energy when sleep-deprived. They can't stand anything restricting their freedom, especially on their off-days from slumber. Confidence? Oh, they've got it in abundance, which sometimes leads to hilarious misadventures because of their impulsivity tendencies.

The Capricorn Moon/Moon in the 10th House/Saturn aspecting Moon: Capricorn moons, our hardworking goats, handle sleep deprivation like badass bitches. Seriously, nothing, not even lack of sleep, can deter them from their goals. They keep their cool, make rational decisions, but when they hit their limit, they crave structure. Bedtime rituals, even if it's scrolling through Instagram, become their way of coping with stress.

The Aquarius Moon/Moon in the 11th House/Uranus aspecting Moon: Ah, Aquarius moons, our Uranian crackpot buddies. Sleep-deprived, they detach from emotions faster than you can blink. "Emotions? Not today," they say, reaching for their coffee. But you know what? Their creative genius shines. They come up with the wildest solutions and can get pretty erratic, surprising everyone with their unpredictable antics. Hence. Crackpots. Lmao.

The Pisces Moon/Moon in the 12th House/Neptune aspecting Moon: Lastly, our dreamy, sensitive Pisces moons. When sleep-deprived, they escape reality by daydreaming and drifting into their own world. They're empathetic to a fault, absorbing everyone's emotions until they hit a compassion overload. That's when they crawl back into their little caves and say "Fuck this, im too sleep deprived for this shitshow right now" Jake Peralta style lol. (Been there, done that :p)

NOTE: Of course, if you've got aspects to your Moon, you're gonna want to check that energy apart from your moon sign and the house its in.

Thats about it for my take how you may act when sleep deprived. Hope you enjoyed this one :]

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[nucanitickles]

Edmond Gets Got Drabble + Headcanons

Edmond was fun to mess with.

Eiden couldn't help but grin as he cornered the knight against a wall in the mansion, already noticing the pretty blush spreading across those pale cheeks. "Already?" He giggled, watching it grow in intensity, "I've not even said anything yet."

He watched Edmond flounder for a moment, hearing a 'scoundrel' or two gritted out through his teeth, before speaking again. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not doing that this time."

If he read too deep into it, he'd almost think Edmond was disappointed, but he didn't give the blue-haired man any time to speak. He dug his fingers into Edmond's sides, feeling hard muscle tense beneath his fingers and quiver. "D-don't!" Edmond's gritted teeth barely let the word pass through his mouth, too busy fighting the urge to burst out laughing.

"Why not?" Eiden whined, ignoring Edmond's attempts to push his hands away and starting to tickle his ribs instead. "I never get to see you laugh! I love your cute little smile but I want to see you properly smiling and laughing! It's necessary! Soul food! Heart fuel! Where was I going with this..."

It didn't matter anyway. As soon as Eiden's hands dropped to Edmond's hips, the man froze beneath him. He hadn't even started doing anything yet.

"Oh." Eiden muttered, before grinning wickedly.

"No!" Edmond tried to push Eiden's hands away, but Eiden was too quick for him.

"Yes!" He yelled, digging into his hipbones, and Edmond lost it. Squealing laughter erupted out of him, the man doubling over from the force of it and slapping at whatever part of Eiden he could in a weak attempt at fighting.

"STOP!" He begged between breaths, "Mercy, please!"

"Oh hell no!" Eiden cackled above him, "Now I know how to make you give me a break in sword practice!"

Edmond squeaked - actually squeaked - when Eiden moved to squeeze his thighs, and they froze for a second. The knight had one hand clasped to his mouth, as if in horror that he'd actually made that noise, while Eiden's face was slowly grinning in realisation.

"No way!" He began tickling Edmond's thighs with more enthusiasm, causing the man to fall to the floor in an attempt to escape. "That was the cutest shit I ever heard! Again, again!"

Edmond tried to reach for his blade - whether to whack Eiden across the ass or to actually kill the man he didn't know - but a sneaky hand working it's way into his armpit caused him to shriek and slam his arms down.

Yeah, he wasn't getting away from this that easily.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

🩵 Oh Edmond. My angel. My boy. My precious. I love him. Therefore I must conclude that he is horrendously ticklish and he is incredibly embarrassed by that fact.

🩵 Oh also he's 100% a lee. Even the mention of the dreaded t-word gets him flustered, so actually doing it to someone else? Out of the question.

🩵 Weakest spots are his tummy and thighs, with a bonus point for his ears because they're not too sensitive but it triggers a really pretty blush that spreads all the way from there to his nose to his collarbones it's AMAZING

🩵 Doesn't fight, his senses are too overloaded for that. He merely collapses to the ground. That's his defence mechanism.

🩵 You can pry the headcanon of Edmond having a squeaky squealy laugh out of my cold dead hands it is in such contrast to his stoic knight demeanor that it instantly makes him 1000x cuter

🩵 You'd kill him by doing it, but if you could get him to ask for tickles, you'd be rewarded with a red-faced Edmond very quietly asking for you to tickle him and it's adorable. And kind of sad...

🩵 You can't just stop tickles abruptly with Edmond because he expects to be attacked again. You have to wind them down, until eventually the pads of your fingers are just gently stroking his skin, and then you must cuddle him until he kicks you out of the room because otherwise he's too on edge and he'll be jumpy and that's just no fun.

🩵 Please tickle hug him. Not in public and definitely not if you don't know him, but when you're close to him and he's stressed or sad just pull him into a hug and lightly tickle him and it helps him relax.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))

I will proclaim which one is my favourite

warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.

Alone

Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart

Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway 💀 it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)

Tifa

Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333

When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore

WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything

Aerith

NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him

RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully

WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN

Yuffie

In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her

"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie

GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL

WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one

Barret

"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that

Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know

BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER

Red XIII

"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS

Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3

The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!

Cait, Vincent, and Cid

ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-

Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.

Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???

Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win

jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk

okay bye

[moe-broey]

More extremely specific rules in my PokeFEH AU world building:

> To have a shiny Mimikyu would defeat the ENTIRE PURPOSE of Mimikyu itself. ALL of the storytelling of it. Of being something cast aside, thrown away, abandoned, and regarded with fear and scorn. To make something so completely undesirable Desirable, especially through "This One Factor Makes It Special (and therefore "redeems" it of all previous perceptions)" is like, the ANTHESIS of The Purpose of Mimikyu. AND only serves to fuel the deep self-hatred, the feelings of resentment and spite at Being Unwanted when all it ever has longed for ALL it has Made Itself To Be IS to be Wanted. What about all the other Mimikyus? The completely average Mimikyus with Nothing special about them? Who will NOT be Chosen Over the special, sparkly one? The Best One? The most Desirable One?

So Moe has a completely average non-shiny Mimikyu. Okay! 👍 One idea I played with though, is having Moe's handmade custom Mimikyu hoodie be the shiny version. LIKE THIS LITTEN CARD

You can SEE. Whoever lives here, ADORES LITTEN. They have two pet Littens. Neither of them shiny. Like beyond what I was saying previously, shinyness is SO RARE that it would take insane luck or Purpose to find one. This person seems to be an avid Litten enjoyer, but an otherwise completely normal person. So they have merch!!!! They have a little picture OF a shiny Litten!!! They even have an Incinaroar plush, which makes me imagine if they are an average person (not a serious trainer!) -- maybe they don't have the space or resources to care for a whole ass Incinaroar. But they still like it! So they have a plush of it!

So back to Moe, the Mimikyu it has, and its hoodie, the story goes: Moe loves the SHIT out of that fucking thang. Extremely fucking passionate about that thang, both the (un)living (un)breathing(?) Mimikyu that rides on its shoulder and The Concept of Mimikyu, the Pokemon. Fanboy behavior. Okay!!!!! NEXT!

> IF anyone is going to have a shiny of ANYTHING, that shiny Pokemon needs to be completely random. ESPECIALLY a Pokemon that person would not think to have in their party. A Pokemon they have never thought twice about. ENTER

GOAT MOTIF. In a world where I very quickly discovered ohhhhhhh Moe's whole religious angel/devil theming just does not translate At All in a world without Christianity*. Like, if it was born and raised In The World of Pokemon, NOT isekai'd. There is nothing to blaspheme. Okay 👍 So for Moe, who seems to have a proclivity for Ghost types, what business does it have with some fucking grass goat. A chance encounter! And an excuse to match Moe's outfit to shiny Gogoat's color pallette. In my mind, it fit better.... although, like I said earlier, I definitely hit a wall trying to figure out color pallettes........ 🥲💔

*LIKE YEAH we have Arceus as a creator god Pokemon who's even goat-like in design... but there's like. Not at all the same connotations I don't think... and Moe's whole deal is less about the religion itself, and more about how it was hurt by the flavor of it that it was brought up with. I DON'T WANNA INVENT RELIGIOUS BIGOTRY IN POKEMON WORLD............... this DOES beg the question of how the hell did Moe get here as it is today BUT. IT'S FINE I CAN WORK WITH THIS...... it's a creative exercise. And tbh given some of the evil teams we've had maybe there's something in there I could work with. Pokemon has planey off options for oddly specific doomsday cults... it's Fine.... and shitty family situations exist in Any universe ☺️💖

All that said, I may end up making the hoodie the regular pallette, who knows. I hit a wall. I overthunk it. I died. Badly. I still like the Gogoat idea though.

[bunposting]

How wary are you of pet store rabbits?

Extremely.

1. Pet stores generally cater to the audience of people who don't actually do much research on the pet they want to buy in the first place, and considering how difficult it is to find genuinely good care advice for rabbits, that means it's even more likely that those rabbits will end up in the wrong hands.

2. Generally, a breeder that really cares where/who their rabbits are going to won't sell to pet stores because they know the people who are buying rabbits from there are likely people who won't properly care for those rabbits.

3. Because most reputable/responsible breeders won't sell to pet stores, the rabbits you buy at pet stores tend to be from irresponsible breeders. These may be people who otherwise breed for good reasons just genuinely don't care what happens to their culls (this is somewhat rare, but it does happen), or they may be people just throwing together whatever random adorable bunnies they come across together in order to pump out even more adorable babies to sell to pet stores or to literally anyone who wants a pet rabbit. Either way, by purchasing rabbits from pet stores, you're telling those pet stores that there is a demand for rabbits to be bought from them, which means they're going to continue to give those irresponsible breeders more business and encourage/fund them to keep going.

4. You have no idea what you're getting when you buy a pet store rabbit. You don't know what medical conditions might run in its lines that it may either express or carry, you don't know what the temperament of the rabbit might turn out to be. Chances are, a rabbit bought at a pet store will have something wrong with it, and you as the pet owner have to decide whether you're willing to/have the financial ability to potentially go through all of the vet bills or if, should any issues arise, you are willing/able to euthanize that rabbit.

5. Just as a general rule, I would say the vast majority of rabbits found in shelters or found released/feral either come directly from irresponsible/non-reputable breeders or from pet stores. By buying from a pet store, you may either directly or indirectly be contributing to the amount of rabbits in shelters and/or found released/feral, and therefore giving rabbits rights groups such as House Rabbit Society more fuel to push their agendas by proving their point that 'there are too many rabbits in shelters/too many rabbits released, and that means all rabbit breeding needs to be stopped' - which then affects all breeders and all rabbits of all kinds.

Basically... Pet store rabbits are generally a huge no from me. They're irresponsibly bred and irresponsibly sold, and really probably shouldn't be a thing (at the very least not until more work has been done to make accurate rabbit care guidelines and facts about what it's like to have rabbits as pets way more accessible).

It gets a little complicated because yes, there is still a market for pet rabbits, and if reputable breeders generally don't sell any pet rabbits then where is anyone supposed to get one? I think the answer to that is... If you already prove yourself to be somebody who is open to listening and learning from folks who have been raising rabbits for years (or who have been taught by folks who have been raising rabbits for years/generations), then folks might be more willing to sell a rabbit that could be suitable as a pet to you. Idk how other breeders feel about this, but personally I think it would be cool if somebody really interested in a well bred pet rabbit came to a rabbit show and talked to some breeders that work with the breeds they're interested in. If somebody came up to me and said they were looking to get a pet rabbit and wanted to learn more about my breed and the general care of rabbits, I might be willing to take their contact information so I can let them know if/when I have something available for them if they're still interested. Again, that's just me personally, and idk how other breeders would feel about this, so I wouldn't say that's the be-all-end-all for how to go about buying a pet rabbit from a reputable breeder.

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Rapunzel Riddle AU... but make it the Barbie version.

We can still follow some idea of the original background from the Rapunzel Riddle Au I told you before, but this time Riddle did not have healing hair, instead he has that magical brush✨

In this one, the witch (Madam Roseheart) is actually not Riddle's mother (so she is not Madam Roseheart :V), instead she is actually Riddle's real mother's twin sister who loves her twin's husband. The three of them used to be best friends, but a triangle love was formed and the Witch thought the King (Riddle's father, who was a Prince then) propose his love to her Boa Hancock's style (she thought Luffy proposed to her, when he just said thank you to her). It lead to a heartbreak when he announced his engagement to her twin, and hatred when she found out they're expecting a child.

Not long after his birth, she stole Riddle away and locked him in her castle. Riddle meet Trey and Che'nya still and it goes similarly to the original Rapunzel Riddle Au. However this time he still not in a tower, but the magic barrier around their castle is updated.

Riddle have magic, a strong one, but he never know about it because his "mother" forbidden it. Telling him how it is dangerous and unfitting for a "stupid" boy like him. But you see, Trey and Che'nya both have magic, and they have been teaching Riddle some basic spells that they know behind her back.

Riddle here is used to do basic houseworks and studying. He only ever learn about medicine, potions, and laws through the books he found in the library. In this AU, his "mother" hate him more than anything, so she doesn't want him to be smart. However, she often left him alone in the castle, which make him has a lot of free time to wander around and find many secret places in the castle. Including the hidden library underneath his room. The only reason why he know basic houseworks and cooking was because his "mother" is too lazy to do it herself and Trey know how to basic cooking so he teach Riddle so they can eat properly.

However, the Witch did not leave him to be too bored and then bother her, so she taught him how to draw and often left him some cheap art supplies to spent his time. Riddle really adore those gifts, because to him, those are his mother's way of showing her love to him. It must be.

So he draw everyday. Every time he got a spare time (which is a lot), he will spend it with drawing and painting. His room now fulls of his drawings.

Anyway, I don't really have an idea how to continue it for the moment because I am at work. But I will continue it if you're interested.

Heck yeah! Inferiority complex! :'D

I had to re-see the Barbie Rapunzel movie and BOI was it so feverish... Like I had to take the thermometer out and check if I'm sick or not. That weasel is nightmare fuel...

I also stood way too much with my makeshift whiteboard just contemplating how I would tackle this, because in the movie itself some pretty important shit was nifty and at worst, made me question life choices.

Anyhow! On with this chaos :'3

First of all, congratulations to Mr Rosehearts for finding a decent woman to marry U-Ub

Second, poor Riddle having his Cinderella moment, but worse since it's all he knows since he was an infant, therefore he has no idea it's wrong. :'3

He's getting better at housework over the years, but it's such a big house that it also takes a lot of time. So much that after he's done with the housework, Riddle either goes to rest or paints a bit.

Hence why, he never has proper time to cut his hair, growing so long he was dragging it on the ground if he doesn't tie it.

He meet Che'nya and Trey as kids that wondered through the forest to play. They would come and help Riddle with the work, so he could finish early and play together more. After a few years, Riddle would always pick for the 2's birthday some flowers from the garden, as a sort of gift for them. He sometimes felt bad he couldn't offer more, but Trey and Che'nya looked very happy with the flowers, which was what mattered after all.

Time goes by and the 3 become very close friends. The 2 do try to indulge Riddle into going out to the city or at least wonder through the forest. He couldn't, as his 'mother' could always come earlier home and if she doesn't find him there, she's going to be very mad.

One day, the 3 are cleaning the attic, when they find a very pretty box. Being curious teens, the 3 open the box, discovering a very simple brush. It wasn't something that special, just a simple wooden brush. Being not interested in it, none of the 3 even take it out of the box, but Riddle thinks to present it to his mother, in case she would want another brush for her hair.

Of course, the woman doesn't want the brush and tells Riddle to keep it since it was a simple brush anyone could find in the market for what? 3 coins? Cheap at best.

So very excited of this 'gift', Riddle takes it to his room, really excited since his last brush was a bit old and he couldn't use it properly anymore.

Watch his surprise when he finally gets to touch the thing and it turns into a beautiful silver brush. Being mesmerised by it, Riddle just can't wait to play with it and discover what it could do.

He also discovers he could turn it into various things, opting for a small pretty brush he puts to hold his hair (he doesn't have many things to tie his hair, so he often uses the sticks methods and other improvisations).

Trey and Che'nya are also very hyped about this, saying that it was a wand. When Riddle asks about it, the 2 show their own wands, which were made out of actual wood, unlike Riddle's silver paintbrush.

Trey explains that mages use wands when young to better control their magic. It doesn't really matter what kind of wand you have, if you study magic for a few years, you could just as well go without it. It's more of a training tool, but also used for better accuracy by doctors and other functions where magic has to be extremely precise. Wands were basically tools through which one could make their spells be extremely precise as opposed to freehanding it. Kinda like an add-on: you don't need it, but if you have it, it's in your advantage.

Che'nya says that it's a very pretty wand, as they never saw one made out of silver up until now. Sure, there were wands who had metal casing made out of copper or iron, but those were for guards who needed them in combat as swords or other weapons.

Even so, Riddle saw it as an act of love from his mother. Surely she knew what it was and didn't outright say it. This had to be how she shows her love. No, it isn't, bby, she thought it was some cheap wood brush.

So with this, all excided, Che'nya and Trey also show up their wands, made out of wood. Che'nya's often took the form of very intricate pins, while Trey's as baking tools, or, if he's out, just a simple stick. Nothing that special.

Riddle gets introduced then to a better understanding of the magic concept. He read about it in his free time, but actually practicing it was just something he would fathom about. Thankfully, children in the kingdom were obligated to attend magic base courses, as to avoid potential accidents caused by uncontrolled magic. Of course, the kids who show to be magicless only have to attend a few baiscs so they would know how to act in case of such accidents, while the ones who do have magic, have to study more baiscs and practices and even go up until they are teens. And Che'nya with Trey had to attend those courses. Of course, being open class, the 2 saw some adults attending too, so it wouldn't be far fetched if Riddle got to attend at least 2 or 3 lessons. Just to polish a bit. Until then the 2 tried to teach Riddle how to do it, as they knew he couldn't just leave the place.

But Riddle was, unfortunately, a horrifyingly fast learner. So fast that it ended up going the other way around, with Riddle teaching the 2 tips on improving their casting.

So seeing that the 2 were not capable on handling the teaching, Trey and Che'nya suggest, even insist that Riddle should attend those open classes. He could learn so much more from them and his talent won't just go to waste. His mother always told him to never pursue such thing, because he was unfit for it and this is what prompted Riddle to decline and and all insistences on the matter.

One pelicular day, Riddle had his mother at home, him being done with serving the tea and cleaning, as such simply staying outside and drawing a bird he saw on a branch. Of course, drawing with his wand, now turned into a pen.

That's when a horse is heard and some rides comes by, scaring the bird in the process. Of course, Riddle was mad about it, since the rider could've came more quietly and not scare the subject of the drawing.

The rider presents himself as Floyd. And he was coming from the southeast, for a celebration in the kingdom, but he got lost in the forest. He also ran out of food for his horse, Vorpal, so that's why he was in a bit of a hurry.

Riddle does indulge for the man to wait a bit, until he grabs a carrot so the horse could eat something. He reassures that the 2 weren't far from their destination, but because he was not used to traveling at all, Riddle had to also get out a map.

This gains the attention of the mother, who demands to get the boy inside, to see if he deserves their help. As such, Floyd is welcomed in, to state his motives and how much would they have to welcome him here. If he's welcomed at all, that's it.

Of course, Floyd states again that he came from the southeast, going to the festival that the capital is throwing. He is obligated to attend as it's family business related and if it comes down for payment, he'd gladly pay for at least 1 night of rest. He didn't want to reach the city and wonder aimlessly without knowing from where he could even get some rest, let alone food.

The mother tho, notices something pelicular about Floyd and lets him stay in Riddle's room, saying that the redhead will sleep on the living room couch that night. As for the payment for the hospitality, Floyd pays in advance some quite heavy gold coins. He had to swap currency a few times, so he hoped that those were enough. The mother seems more than pleased and as such that was the arrangement for the night.

For the rest of the day, Riddle had to tend to the horse, but Floyd insisted that Vorpal was a feisty lil shit. This horse listened to very few people and sometimes even kicked over servants who tried to take care of it. Even Floyd had some difficulty sometimes. Riddle tho, insists that he could find a way around it.

And indeed, Vorpal seems fond of the redhead. Alas, the horse was feed and taken care of for the day.

Floyd is welcomed with nice food and a clean bed, but still, he didn't really show much happiness or showed displeasure in the things that were given to him. Mayhaps since he was in a hurry. Riddle was told to be polite and respect their guest's wishes, but so far, Floyd didn't ask for anything else, even refusing when it came to extras.

Floyd tho, also notices the silver brush. He recognised it as a wand, but didn't say anything while the mother was present. Only when she was gone did Floyd ask how come Riddle has a such a pretty wand if he's only a servant in the house.

Riddle, of course, corrects by saying that he's the son, not a servant, but Floyd always assumed he was the servant. There was bearly any physical resemblances and by how the mother ordered him around, one may draw the logical conclusion that Riddle was a servant.

Floyd also shows his own wand, which was made out of silver as well, saying that for underwater folks like him, usually there were used dead coral branches glued together with kelp slime. Silver wands were a sign of a rich family, even royalty, although most times royalty have wands casted in gold or precious stones. He also mentions that a brush wand can take things up a notch and even give life to the caster's imagination if their magic is strong enough.

This gives Riddle a bit to think about.

After Floyd leaves, quite early in the morning, he thanks formally to the mother for the hospitality, while for Riddle, he makes a whisper promise that he would bring him something nice from the city, as a proper token of gratitude for his work.

Again, alone, since Trey and Che'nya were at the open classes, Riddle finds himself daunting over Floyd's words.he saw his empty, unpainted wall from behind his closet, so he pushed it aside with a spell, before taking a deep breath. If it turned out to be a lie, he could always cover it with the closet back.

But it didn't. 2 strokes and already a full image was dragging on the wall, forming a vivid scenery from a field close to the city, a field Riddle often imagined as it was the field Trey and Che'nya told him they had classes. He never imagined it would turn out so different from his vision tho.

But that's also when a small butterfly flies out of the painting. Surprised, Riddle tries his hand on it and it passes through. But because of Floyd's leave, he still had work to do, so first was putting the closet back in it's initial place, covering the painting-now-portal and going to tend to his work before he would get nagged.

The next day, his mother was out all day to go in a far away city for some things. So Riddle decided it was the perfect day to finally go fully through that portal he accidentally created. Just for the occasion, he dressed in some nice clothes he had, which weren't something in any form fancy by normal standards.

Imagine Trey and Che'nya's surprised faces when they see their buddy on the field, minutes away before class would start. Riddle was just taking in how different and open the place was around him. He never went anywhere else, so this was a radical change of scenery.

Of course, the 2 again insist for Riddle to join him for the class. This time, knowing that the mother would be gone for at least 2 days, he accepts.

Of course, Riddle stands out in class too, for being pretty advanced, keeping pace just fine, even surpassing the class. The teacher, Trein, asked why he never saw him at lessons, since he was a true talent. He even suggested that Riddle should apply for the courses offered at the palace, which are courses offered only for the most advanced to become the special line of defense for the king and queen. Just the finest of mages in the whole kingdom are selected and even then, some don't end up making it through it all.

Riddle kindly refuses, saying that he's just visiting the place. He thanks for the kind words, but doesn't plan on applying for such thing.

Trey and Che'nya plan homicide of a certain hag in the bg

Riddle tho, was absolutely excited to spend all day outside. Tomorrow he would have to do immense work all day to catch up, but it was all worth it for him as he got to walk around, see how other people went about their days, the different shops and literally everything that was outside his familiar scenery. And Trey with Che'nya were absolutely egging him on, attending small festivities and dances of the people around. Just enjoying the festival atmosphere overall.

Riddle does ask if everyday is so colorful and fun and happy. Che'nya explains that only on festivals days the kingdom is celebrating like this. This results in asking what exactly are they celebrating?

Trey explains that it's the king's birthday in 2 days. Birthday which is made known with a ball where everyone can attend. The 2 friends did go in there almost every year, excusing the years when they were very small. It's a generous ball holded mostly in celebration of the kingdom rather than the king's birthday, so that's why the people around are so happy.

Of course, mesmerised by this, Riddle absolutely wants to go to the ball. But his mother would probably be at home on that time, so he was bummed up by this. He has read about balls in the fairytale books and all depicted it as some wonderful must-be event.

Surprisingly, the 3 run into Floyd, who was also wondering through the streets in exploration. He seemed happy to see the redhead without his 'master' around. Riddle does explain to Trey and Che'nya that Floyd was a guest they had for a night. Floyd himself confirms it that he was only a rider that crashed on for the night out oof need.

Riddle failed to notice how Trey and Che'nya were stiff for some reason.

Of course, as promised, Floyd did grab something for Riddle. He saw how long the redhead's hair was, as such he picked some pretty pins that resembled flowers, made out of silver, to go with the wand. Riddle didn't seem to know just how pricey these were. He wanted initially to refuse, saying that Floyd was too kind, but Floyd insists, even puts them in the redhead's hair with magic, so there won't be anymore protests.

For the rest of the day, Floyd joined in the group with exploring around. Sometimes being childish, but Riddle was too mesmerised by everything to even pay any mind to him. Trey and Che'nya both seemed to be a bit more stiff, Riddle assuming that it was a late hour and that he should get back.

Of course, people around did notice the redhead and the odd group. So when Riddle himself was asked by local people if it's a chance to see him at the ball, he promptly said that he didn't know. Many found it wierd, because even travelers who just stumbled upon this place also attended the ball.

Even so, Riddle had to return to his home. Of course, he was asked if at least tomorrow he will go for another lesson at least, but he refused, saying that he has to catch up with his missed jobs around the house.

When the mother returns, she finds the house cleaned up everything just as she wanted. Riddle himself presented in a poise manner the food and only did things like clockwork.

But his mother didn't notice something: Riddle seemed lost in thought.

At the evening, Riddle finally takes some courage and asks his mother about the upcoming ball. She seems taken aback by this, asking what ball, Riddle saying that Floyd told him that there was a ball where all people around were free to come and celebrate. This was a truth, since Floyd did explain to Riddle how the ball would go as well as the theme of it, things which Trey and Che'nya didn't provide in their explanations.

But the mother grows enraged, saying 'how come you, a stupid child, even have the entitlement to want this?'. As such, Riddle is taken aback, not really understanding how come this was stupid. Floyd, Trey and Che'nya made it seem like a wonderful event, made to bring happiness to everyone. Why was he not allowed to share some of that happiness too? Why did he have to be privated from a thing even the lowest of the low get to enjoy? Was he really that unworthy?

But, because Riddle kept insisting, she gives him one condition: He could go to the ball, if on the day of it, he cleans up every corner of the house before he goes there. Unfortunately, the day was today and already it was the middle of the time. It was an impossible task, which is why the mother knew that Riddle would finish it only after the ball would be done. And to just rub salt on the wound, she also demanded for him to iron and prepare her gown for special occasions, meaning she gets to go, but on time.

But the redhead seemed very confident that he could do it. That he could reach the ball on time. He was running around, wiping and cleaning everything as fast as possible. The gown was taken care of and left for the woman to dress in it, as Riddle was wiping the floors.

When the woman left for the ball, Riddle was cleaning the living room carpet. Once she did leave, the redhead tho switched to spells and magic, speeding up everything significantly. A lot of spells to clean in his stead as he was trying to come up with something for the ball.

So using his paintbrush on himself, Riddle realised he could change his clothes that way. He wanted something simple, but then again, he got inspired by the pretty princesses in sparkly gowns from his fairytale books that he had an outfit inspired by them.

So making sure to take off all his enchantments once the house was all squeaky clean in record time, Riddle passed through the portal he made and followed the people of the town towards the palace. Since it was a masked ball, Riddle didn't quite recognise anyone familiar, but he was way too happy to just be at such cheerful event overall. He was all happy by everything: the decorations, the music, the food, the people just dancing around.

One thing that was noticeable tho, were the pins in his hair. Familiar pins which Floyd recognised. He had to sit through a whole ass meeting with all the possible suitors he had for his hand, but he recognised those pins and immediately decided to dip the pretendants, in favor of taking the redhead up a dance.

Riddle, poor confused Riddle, didn't realise it was Floyd the man that asked for a dance. Even so, being all happy and excited over the ball, he took the offer, all dance saying just how beautiful it was this party and how happy everyone looked. He didn't realise that other people were also looking at them, more like at Floyd, as he was of royal blood after all.

Riddle does ask what is the name of the man, but Floyd denies it, saying that where's the fun if there isn't some effort to find it. He says he's here as he was initially promised to the heir of this kingdom, for a way to strengthen the relationship in between mers and humans. But the heir dissappeared when it was merely an infant. So as to still have a reassurance of an alliance and someone to lead the country in the future, Floyd was given and he needed a pretendant from this kingdom as to make a union. His brother, Jade, was up to lead his home kingdom, as he was here too, but with no fiancé yet.

Riddle still didn't make the connection, but got embarrassed aas he took the prince from the pretendants. Floyd counters that he was the one who invited him to the dance after all.

And Floyd being an absolute bastard at heart, he dances all night with the redhead, not letting anyone else get a turn. Jade sees this and finds it infinitely funny since his brother was doing this just to be petty and screw up with the rich bitches.

As such, when the clock strikes midnight, Riddle doesn't really know how late it was, but he saw a few hours after that people started to leave. Alarmed that his mother won't find him home, the redhead wants to run back home.

Floyd tho, insists for him to stay, saying that surely he would make one hell of a pretendant, that he wants to take him, not the others, but Riddle insists that he is no worthy to even attempt to try and get the prince's hand. He shouldn't and that was final.

With that, he leaves through the rose maze and uses his paintbrush to paint a quick escape.

Except that he was awaited at home, by the mother. She came in earlier than him. She knew he attended the ball and as such she was mad, insisting that Riddle was lying about finishing his jobs. The redhead says that he finished them, that the house was clean from top to bottom and that everything was done just as he promised, but the woman doesn't believe him, insisting that he must've skipped on a job.

As such, she makes the magic barrier over the tower, saying that until Riddle doesn't give the name of the one he danced with at the ball, the barrier won't be lifted. It was cursed so that anyone who lies won't be let in or out.

And poor Riddle doesn't know the name of the one he danced with, which again, he isn't believed for. The mother broke his wand, leaving him with the broken pieces on the floor to cry about how it was absolutely unfair. He didn't lie, yet he still wasn't believed.

He realised that mayhaps he should've taken on the prince's offer. That offer was too fairytale-esque to believe, but really Riddle wanted to think he had a chance.

Of course, to add salt on the wound, the witch decided that she would find the man that Riddle danced with. So she stole the redhead's silver pins and used an illusion spell to pose at him and try to return to the ball, as it was still in full swing. To assure Riddle won't try anything funny, she destroyed the portal painting too.

So while that plot is going at the ball, Riddle is trying to mend his wand. Trey and Che'nya told him that wands were mere tools and that magic could be casted without them. So Riddle hoped to use his own magic to mend it back together.

It doesn't work.

So in desperation, the redhead tries to get through the barrier, knowing that he didn't lie to his supposed mother.

He manages to pass through! :D

So using his hair and a hanger from the window, Riddle manages to get down. He does fall in a bush, but he was happy he manges to get out and off he was to warn the others about the plot against the prince.

Meanwhile, at the ball, it turns into chaos once the witch reveals her presence and starts attacking around. By the time Riddle reached the place, people were running away and guards were trying to protect the innocents, but mostly the king and queen.

Of course, Riddle was thinking on how he could turn the tables in his favor, coming up with the idea of distracting the witch by his mere presence alone.

So he steps up, saying that the barrier didn't work against him because he was no liar. The witch, of course, charges up at him, but Riddle was faster to dodge.

That couldn't be said about his hair tho, as it was cut as a result of a stray spell.

During this fight, it was revealed the truth about the king and the 'affairs' he had. Man really only thought of the witch as just a good friend and sister in law, nothing more. Man really just didn't feel the same, but because she was blinded by the idea of becoming a queen she thought that the feelings of the man were towards her.

Of course, when the whole secret is blown up, Riddle is in an absolute shock. It all came crashing down for him. So in rage, he decides to do a better plan: use the fact that the witch lied to him, against her.

Thankfully, Floyd willingly gives his wand to the redhead, as he turns it in a paintbrush, using it to make a portal to the tower in which he pushes the witch inside. Once that is done, the said painting is destroyed, assuring that now, the witch cannot leave the tower as the barrier prevents anyone who lied to pass through.

Of course, the aftermath was awkward. Finding out you are a prince and not only that, but that also you were promised to some royalty you danced at the ball with, which turns out to be the kind guy you kept meeting around. Not to mention almost everything you knew about yourself was a complete lie.

The broken silver wand does prove it, as it was a wand that was supposed to be inherited throughout the royal bloodline. It used to be the king's wand, so Riddle felt absolutely ashamed that he was the reason it ended up broken. The king does reassure that it's not his fault and mainly that they had a lot to catch up to.

Also Trey and Che'nya are invited to the palace, a bit salty that they can't still put in action their homicide plan(they even got Floyd on the board with it, but alas it was in vain now)

And that would be the end I guess :v

[varietales]

Introducing...

A fine specimeeeeehhn.

Ichiya Vandalay-Kotobuki!

Carrd (About, hcs, verses, threads, bonds etc) | Trivia

Quick Disclaimer: I’m not exactly intending on writing him, (although there may be some Shenanigans), but he is a prominent member of Blue Pegasus – therefore is relevant to my Jenny and Lisanna. And I want him to be a good character, and more importantly, a good man. Honestly? The potential is there, and he has even had more moments to sparkle Shine than most side characters in the manga (including Lisanna). So, I’m going to retcon a few things and establish some headcanons to develop his character further.

Canon Divergences:

He does not get in people’s personal spaces and sniff them.

He has not made any advances or comments towards Erza, there is no ‘my honey’ here, he has never implied or allowed implication of anything between them.

He is not lecherous or perverted (these terms have been used in canon and in spin offs but I don’t recall him actually displaying these traits aside from maybe the stuff with Erza and sniffing people, which I’m removing anyway)

History:

His mother was a mage and a hard-working woman running an apothecary business in a small village. She did her best to raise him on her own after her husband left her, it was a difficult but rewarding life. Young Ichiya helped out around the store and learnt a great deal about the medicines she crafted.

When Ichiya was around 8 years old, a nobleman (of the Vandalay-Kotobuki family) who had been travelling the area needed urgent medical assistance and stopped at the apothecary. Ichiya’s mother helped the man and the two fell quickly in love and eventually married.

Ichiya and his mother moved into Lord Vandalay-Kotobuki’s estate, adapting to the different lifestyle and enjoying a happy life together. Ichiya was adored by his adoptive father.

Due to his parents being overprotective of him (and also wanting to fuel the idea that Ichiya was a secret, legitimate heir that had been protected on the estate the whole time), he did not leave the Vandalay-Kotobuki estate until around his 18th birthday, when he insisted on doing some travelling to experience the world.

The outside world was too overwhelming for him, and he returned home after just a month, but he was inspired by what he’d seen and decided to dedicate himself to learning more about his mother’s old craft. He also began to host parties at the estate, as it seemed easier to bring the world to him than to go out himself.

After a couple of years, he did begin to venture out himself some more, for several months at a time. But he still loved having parties.

At one of his parties, he met some mages from Blue Pegasus and Master Bob himself. Ichiya was immediately taken by the noble idea of being a guild mage and becoming someone who could help others even more (he was already donating generously to charities at that point but wanted to be more actively involved in helping others).

He joined Blue Pegasus in X780 (when he was 25, believe it or not), after studying magic and honing his own unique gifts.

Portrayal Notes:

He is incredibly generous and kindhearted, always willing to help others. He spent his early years watching his mother working hard to provide for them both and to help others. She has always inspired him to take care of others and do whatever he can for them. Joining a wealthy family showed him the power of money and what it can do for people as well, and he did not develop an attachment to wealth himself – he gives very generously to charities. He is always one of the first to offer assistance if someone seems in need of help in any way.

Spending the majority of his life within a noble family, he was taught the values of good etiquette and respectability. He is a total gentleman and holds himself to a high standard of decorum. Having a unique mix of noble and ‘commoner’ influences from his parents, he does his best to treat all people with equal respect.

In line with his gentlemanly behaviour, he does tend to view it as his duty to protect other people – particularly women and children, in whatever way he can. (reminder of a point earlier – we are removing instances of him being weird with Erza and sniffing people, my Ichiya is not a creep)

People outside of Blue Pegasus might still view him as eccentric character and a weirdo (or yes, a creep, because people are mean), however, within his guild, he is highly respected and beloved (this is a canon fact. I mean I know its for a sort of comedy factor but still). He is popular within the guild as he is very caring and genuine, always helpful, and is actually a very skilled and knowledgeable mage.

To some people, he might seem like he is the type that loves the sound of his own voice and would talk for hours (and sometimes this is true), however he is a very good listener and is always willing to lend an ear to anyone who needs it. He also gives very good advice and usually only offers his advice/opinions when asked for it.

Trivia:

He has a lot of thoughts buzzing around in his mind, and quite often he will have entire scenarios and conversations in his head and then start talking about it out loud or ask about something, and anyone around would likely be completely confused about what he’s talking about (an example being where he asked the band at the ball to play “That song” forgetting he hadn’t actually said his prior thoughts explaining what ‘that’ song was). There are few within the guild that are able to follow his half-internal conversations, and most are quite used to the seemingly random jumps in topics and simply go along with it.

Mentioned above, he is a very good listener, however…truth be told, sometimes he is only a good listener because he’s not actually listening, he’s daydreaming or thinking about something totally random that was sparked in his head while listening.

Pisces sun, Gemini moon, Leo rising

He loves music, theatre, and dance.

While a great deal of Blue Pegasus mages tend to have a certain type of ‘persona’ of sorts, he doesn’t really, he’s just himself 100% of the time. There have only been a few times where he has felt the need to conceal his true thoughts/feelings and present himself differently – and in these cases it was usually a matter of him not letting his sadness or worry show, as to not give his guildmates cause for concern.

He’s really quite gullible for the most part, he is open minded and likes to believe the best in people, so falls for things quite easily.

He has a highly successful perfume business – he’s not business minded at all so the actual running of it is left to a recently appointed trusted friend (as above, he is gullible and trusting, and so had to learn a hard lesson after a rather serious incident with his previous business manager’s dodgy dealings). Ichiya designs and crafts the perfumes and leaves everything else to his loyal employees to handle. Most of the profits are donated to charities.

He is typically quite emotional and easily moved, and he is a very empathetic and loyal sort (canonically, for the 7 years the Tenrou group was gone, he never gave up the search for them and would often cry endlessly at the thought that they would never return, as he was so saddened by their disappearance)

He struggles with back pain and other body aches frequently, and this is due to the toll using his Power Perfumes takes on him – the intense change in body type and stature is not an easy thing to deal with and it takes a while for him to recover.

As someone with great knowledge of natural remedies and such, he crafts his own skin care products and actually has incredibly soft and smooth skin. In the same way, he takes very good care of his hair and makes his own products for that as well. His hair is very thick and soft, and it grows (unusually) fast and has a healthy shine to it.

Magic, skills, abilities:

Most of his abilities (as well as his general appearance) are a result of magic and other influences he was unintentionally exposed to during his younger years when helping out his mother at her shop.

Heightened Sense of Smell: Of course, this is a notable ability for him. His sense of smell is so well honed that he can easily distinguish individual elements within a particular smell and recognise people as well. He can determine a mage’s strength and base affinity/type of magic based on smell alone. In terms of tracking via scent, he could be on par with the dragon slayers.

Emotions, particularly strong ones, in others can also register as scents to him, allowing him to be aware and attuned to the emotions of those around him. Along with his empathetic nature, this gives him great emotional intuition and good skill in reading other people (for the most part).

Related to the above, he has the ability to limit his sense of smell or ‘turn it off’ if he needs to, otherwise he would be constantly overloaded by everything around him.

Perfume Magic: he is noted as having ‘perfume magic’ which is described as a Holder type magic that relies on the user having a variety of perfume vials on their person. Ichiya does carry a myriad of vials with him at all times, however there is more to the magic than most people know. (and I will eventually do a post getting into the specifics, as soon as I work it all out)

Although his magic is most used for support or for ranged/distance attacks and spells, he has had training in hand-to-hand and more direct fighting styles. Without aid from his perfumes however, his physical capabilities are quite lacking. That being said, his knowledge of the human body and pressure points has come in handy a few times in battles.

Somehow, while he doesn’t have great endurance for fighting, he does have it for dancing. He knows various styles of dance and is surprisingly skilled, enough so that he beat a mage that specialises in Dance magic during the Grand Magic Games one year.

Ichiya and Jenny:

(This is of course based on my own Jenny muse and can be adjusted for other interpretations of her character.)

Ichiya joined Blue Pegasus the year before Jenny did. Always welcoming of new members, he was friendly to her and offered to help her if she needed anything. At the time, Jenny was dismissive of him, as her focus was on her idol, Karen. After Karen was killed and Master Bob talked some sense into Jenny, there was a shift for Jenny herself. She took more notice of her guildmates and began to make an effort with them, including Ichiya.

She apologised to him for the way she had treated him, and he waved it away, assuring her it was fine. She had thought him a strange man, yet after spending some time getting to know him, she found herself becoming fond of him.

They have been guildmates for over ten years now and their friendship and fondness for each other has grown over those years. Jenny knows he is someone who will always listen to her, regardless of topic, and that he will give good advice if she asks for it. She goes to him for recommendations on anything hair, skin, or health related and she trusts his judgement. He knows she is much smarter and more skilled than she lets on, and while he believes she should embrace that part of herself openly, he respects her decision to keep her cards close to her chest (as it’s a benefit for the guild as well, Blue Pegasus does well from not revealing too much and being selective about what is known).

Having known him for such a long time, she is particularly protective of him and will throw hands defend him if anyone was to give her cause.

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Chibi watches V3D 08

Another night of Voltron: The Third Dimension! Let's go!

I was gonna question if Zarkon doesn’t know what sarcasm is, but his comment of “I don’t believe you for a second.” just sent me. I love it.

Oh sure, leave the safety of your lions on an irradiated planet. Nothing bad ever happens when y’all do that. I mean, I get it, they need to investigate. But still. It’s not the smartest. Also, the hologram of Lotor is even uglier than his physical appearance. I didn’t think that was possible.

And the lizard got more dangerous than being like a dinosaur. I don’t remember what anti-matter is and I’m too lazy and too preoccupied with this episode to look it up, but that does NOT sound good. But it ought to make for an intriguing fight.

“I’m the only one who can stop him!” Yeah. Hearing Lotor say that? I feel like that’s gonna bite him in his cyborg ass. Ten minutes in, and my history with shows and cartoons tell me that he has absolutely no control. He thinks he does, therefore he does not.

(About the shields.) “They’ll nullify Dominus’ blast.” Yeah, but that doesn’t mean to wait there and take the blast to the faces you idiots! I swear, there are no braincells among them. Five pilots, zero braincells.

Yeah, the others thinking Dominus was done for, of course he wasn’t. It’s not that kind of show.

It is interesting though about why Dominus passed the others. He’s just a baby and fueled by hunger. It makes sense, though. And it’s almost kinda cute to think about. And thirteen minutes in, I’m gonna call it. Dominus is gonna get hungry again when he’s near Castle Doom.

“Hunk, I need you to make me a capsule. One that big enough for me to ride in, but small enough for Dominus to swallow.” Um… Allura? I don’t know if I like this idea? But given the show, I’m sure she’ll be fine. And. I guess it’s not along the lines of my thought. But. Well. It’s still early. Hopefully this goes well. I mean, logically it will? But. They don’t know that initially.

Hah! I love that Allura had them set up the synthesized energy to make Dominus target Haggar on The Revenge. Genius idea. AND THEY SAVED DOMINUS! Good on the team! A good little lizard. Now he needs good home. AND HE EATS POTATO CHIPS! I WANT TO ADOPT DOMINUS! He’s such an adorable little lizard! Even when he was giant, I wanted to adopt him. He’s so precious! And just a hungry baby.

And that's it for the night. I still wanna adopt Dominus. Anyway! Until next time!

[seitmai]

I'm obsessed with this chapter and therefore have A LOT to say lol

"A Nugget," Bradley replied with a nod, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. Rose was naked and crying, and your husband had the softest look you'd ever seen on his face. His excitement to become a father made your entire pregnancy easier, because you didn't feel alone. He'd been worshipping your body and writing in the notebook for months, promising you he was ready for this. And now, as the nurse approached both of you with your daughter, it was his time to get exactly what he wanted.

The Nugget is here 🥰😍

"She's so small," you marveled as she puckered her lips and rubbed her face against you. When you met Bradley's gaze, he was still kneeling next to the bed with the sappiest, lovesick smile on his face.

He is done for🥹

When the nurse walked away, Bradley leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry," he murmured, running his nose along your cheek, "if you've got any issues, I'm actually something of a lactation specialist myself."

He really said it 😂

You couldn't help but laugh as he let his hand come to rest on top of yours where you were holding Rose in place. "You did this, Sweetheart," he whispered, clearly already entranced by his daughter. "You made my life better than my wildest dreams."

His biggest dream being a dad is the cutest thing ever 😭🥰

"Close your eyes," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "I'll watch over both of you. I won't go anywhere."

🥹🥹🥹

Bradley laughed. "Well, she has the snacking thing down already. Can't keep her away from your tits for more than an hour or two." He kissed her soft skin again. "Just like your old man."

He did it again, he really can't help himself 😂

She yawned and curled up, wrapping her fingers in his bit of chest hair. He'd taken his undershirt off, wanting to try the skin to skin thing for himself, and that's when he realized just how relaxing it was. This must have been why you fell asleep so easily earlier with Rose on your chest. She was like a heating pad. Or a little blanket that smelled sweet.

Having a baby layin on your chest being super realxinf and making you sleepy is exac what my dad has said about me as a baby and I see it with my uncle and his grandchild, this truly seems like a universal and wholesome thing 🥰

"No, I've been holding her. Why would I put her down?"

He's so serious about it, like what a dumb question 😅

"I took care of it," he replied softly, walking around and bobbing a little bit so she would stay asleep. "Bickel has been texted. Your parents have been, too. Jake and Nat and the others all know I'm the proudest dad in the world. I took a bunch of pictures on your phone, and now it's charging by the window. I've got this. Just relax."

Yes!!! This!!!

"Just checking to see if you need anything," one of them said, eyes trailing down to where his flight suit was bunched up around his hips. At least the second nurse was attaching the blood pressure cuff to your arm as she stared at him.  "My wife probably wants breakfast," he mused. "Do you have any little packets of hot sauce? I forgot to pack some in the overnight bags."

I see what you are doing Bradley! Using the ogling nurses for your wife's gain, as it should be. I respect that 🫡

"She's adorable," you crooned. "Even her crying sounds kind of cute." "I didn't want to say anything before," Bradley said, almost relieved, "but it's a very cute cry." 

Rosie has wrapped them around her tiny little fingers already 😌

He took a few enormous bites of the bacon, eggs and pancakes, realizing he was running on pure adrenaline and about to crash if he didn't get something in his stomach. Then he loaded up the fork with eggs dipped in hot sauce and carefully fed it to you, cupping his hand over Rose's head so he didn't make a mess while she enjoyed her own breakfast.

He needs to fuel up, so he can never put her in the bassinet ever 😅

The bead of milk forming on your nipple was highly distracting, and Bradley grunted as he watched you feed her until she was full and drowsy again. He wanted to ask you if you'd let him taste you again when he got the three of you home, but your parents called while you were finishing your pancakes.

Definitely seems like Bradley and Rosie have some similarities😅

"Just like my wife," Bradley remarked, and your mom swooned a little bit more.

I mean, how can you not swoon at that

He stared at her and snuggled Rose a little tighter. "No, I'm fine." He couldn't fathom that anyone would want to put their newborn in one of those bassinets and send them to the nursery. He could sit here with her all day.

And he is determined to do exactly that

"Really?" Bradley asked, suddenly intrigued. "Could they teach me how to do the burrito wrap?" "Do not put hot sauce on our child," you said, tossing your hospital gown aside and standing there naked.

This was legit my first thought when I read the baby burrito wrapping thing 😅

Bradley reached for your hand, and you let him have it. "I'm going to turn our child into a burrito." "Please put a shirt on first. It's really too much, Roo." You smirked before ducking into the bathroom. 

He and the nurses would probably love it if he stayed shirtless for the baby wrapping session, he wants to go full on DILF mode 😂

"Can you make sure I do it right?" he asked the nurse. "I want to impress the hell out of my wife."She smiled and carefully unwrapped the baby so he could try. Rose stretched her fist up toward the light and smiled when he ran his fingers along her cheek.

🥹🥹🥹

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. He paused before adding, "She was born less than twelve hours ago, but it feels like she's been around since I first learned about her. Been getting excited since July." He tucked the end of the blanket in and patted her. "Looks just like a burrito." Bradley looked around at his surroundings. The room was cozy and clean, but he shook his head as he picked Rose up again. "Nah. I just can't seem to put her down for more than a minute or two," he replied, kissing her nose before she yawned again. "You'll be a good dad."

When she asked if Rose is his first she already knew and it's so clear that he will be a good dad, just by those few sentences she knew it and she has probably seen more new dads than anyone 🥰

"Well, this one wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied with a bit of an eye roll. He had Rose pressed against his chest with one big hand, and he opened the door to reveal Nat holding an enormous bouquet of colorful roses.

Obviously she wouldn't take no for an answer, but how could you say no to Nat from the beginning?

"Oh my god," she gasped, tossing the flowers onto the foot of the bed as soon as she saw the baby. "She's really here. You're really parents!"

Tha baby in their arms makes it real real🥰

Nat's dark eyes went wide and then welled up with tears as she ran into the bathroom. Bradley leaned down to give you a kiss. "Thanks," he murmured. "I wanted it to be her, too," you insisted. "I mean, look how excited she is."

🥹🥰🥹🥰

Nat ran back out of the bathroom, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then plopped down on the couch. "Please?" she asked, making grabby hands at Bradley and Rose.

She is so ready to be the best and most supportive godmother ever 🥰

His heavy hand rested on the tie of your robe as you whispered, "I think that's a great idea." Three seconds later, he was snoring softly. He'd been awake for thirty-six hours, and he was the only one who seemed unable to admit that he was exhausted. But he was as entranced by your newborn as you were, and you didn't want to tell him he should put her down and rest when he was having the time of his life. 

🥹🥹🥹

"Bradley hasn't set her down for more than twenty minutes since she was born, and even then it was just so I could feed her or have a chance to hold her myself." "Sounds like you got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers already."

100% accurate

She put her down as carefully as you would have yourself, then she rolled the cart over until it was right next to the bed. "Call me if you need anything once you get home. Groceries, someone to walk Tramp, a break from the baby, anything." "Thanks, Nat," you said over Bradley's snores. "I take godmothering very seriously."

She really does!! She is already one of the best at her job, leave it to Nat to be in the top 1% of godmothers 🫡

"You were exhausted, Bradley." "But I missed out on hours with the Nugget." "But now she's about to go for her first ride in the Bronco. This is even more exciting." "I still can't believe you tricked me into sleeping all night."

He's so upset, it's really cute and hilarious 😅 but he better gets in some hours of sleep, those are gonna be limited over the next few weeks/months/years

"This says we have to take Rose to the pediatrician within the next week. And there's a bunch of information on how we need to place her in her crib at bedtime. And we can't have sex for six weeks while I heal." You were met with a few seconds of dead silence as you watched Bradley's face go pale in the rearview mirror. "Oh." You pressed your lips together so you didn't snort. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" Once more, silence. He cleared his throat. "Of course not." More silence. "But you can't seriously think that medical professionals expect me to live with you and not want to fuck you? Like, that's not accurate."

I know he doesn't intend it in a mean or hurtful way, but damn Bradley those moments of silence? 😬😬😬 but good save (?) With the explanation that the doctor just don't know how hot she is and therfore 6 weeks are gonna be torture 😅

Aim for the Sky Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley never imagined he'd get to have even one all encompassing love of his life, let alone two. But he could barely put Rose down for more than a minute, already wrapped around her tiny fingers. He couldn't wait to take both of you home.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, swearing, DILF Roo

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Exhaustion washed over you like a wave as soon as your daughter was born. The pain started to subside only to be replaced by a bone deep desire to close your eyes and not open them again for a very long time. You were sweaty and damp everywhere, and your head felt fuzzy. But as soon as you heard your daughter start to cry, it felt like a jolt of adrenaline hit your nerves.

The sound of Rose wailing made you smile even as tears streaked down your cheeks, and Dr. Morris said, "Congratulations. A perfect little girl. Time of birth, 1:02 a.m. on March twenty-second." She was officially here.

Your husband's smile matched your own as he whispered, "That's our perfect little girl, Sweetheart."

"It's Rosie," you sobbed, and Bradley kissed your lips while you tried to catch your breath. The nurses were weighing and measuring Rose, and you wanted to hold her, but your arms felt so heavy, you weren't sure you would be able to. But you were just in awe of her. "We have a daughter."

"A Nugget," Bradley replied with a nod, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. Rose was naked and crying, and your husband had the softest look you'd ever seen on his face. His excitement to become a father made your entire pregnancy easier, because you didn't feel alone. He'd been worshipping your body and writing in the notebook for months, promising you he was ready for this. And now, as the nurse approached both of you with your daughter, it was his time to get exactly what he wanted.

"You hold her first, Daddy," you whispered, and he was instantly reaching out to take her. She looked perfect in his arms.

"Oh my god. Look at her," he gasped as she tried to snuggle against him.

"She really is perfect," you whispered, and he nodded as he watched her yawn with a big smile on his face.

"Rose Carole Bradshaw," he said, voice deep with emotion as he carefully placed her in your arms. "We already love you so much."

You gasped as the weight of your child pressed against you, and Bradley ran his fingers along her fuzzy hair as one of the nurses started to untie your gown and open it. "Try some skin to skin contact with the baby," she said softly, wiping Rose clean as she curled up against your bare chest.

Your hand came to rest on her back, and you weren't even surprised to find your vision was blurry again. "She's so small," you marveled as she puckered her lips and rubbed her face against you. When you met Bradley's gaze, he was still kneeling next to the bed with the sappiest, lovesick smile on his face.

"She looks like you," he whispered, tracing her tiny shoulder with his index finger. "God, she's so cute."

You looked up at the nurse, realizing you were going to be leaving the hospital in the next day or two, at which point you and Bradley would be completely on your own. Your nipples were leaking like crazy at the moment as Rose let out a soft cry. "Is she hungry? How do I know if she's hungry? Am I supposed to just like put her on my boob?"

Bradley grunted in response, his finger trailing up Rose's arm. He probably thought he was in for a treat hours ago when your water broke, but now he was cracking his back and trying to stand, wincing as he stretched. Luckily the nurse had mercy on you and helped you get Rose into position while Bradley leaned on the bed next to you.

"If she's hungry, she might latch right on. If she doesn't seem to be getting the hang of it, you can talk to a lactation specialist in a few hours."

But you didn't think that would be an issue. Your daughter seemed hungry and also seemed to know what she needed to do in order to be fed. "Oh!" you gasped at the feel of her. It was foreign but not unpleasant, and really nothing you'd ever seen before was as adorable as your own baby. Her little fingers were curled into a fist which was resting on your chest as she ate.

When the nurse walked away, Bradley leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry," he murmured, running his nose along your cheek, "if you've got any issues, I'm actually something of a lactation specialist myself." You couldn't help but laugh as he let his hand come to rest on top of yours where you were holding Rose in place. "You did this, Sweetheart," he whispered, clearly already entranced by his daughter. "You made my life better than my wildest dreams."

You wanted to argue and tell him that you did it together, but Rose seemed to be getting tired which was making you tired. Her tiny yawn was too cute for words, and now her nose was pressed into the side of your boob as she made herself comfortable.

"Close your eyes," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "I'll watch over both of you. I won't go anywhere."

Within minutes, you fell asleep in the hospital bed, mostly naked with your daughter occasionally wriggling against your chest and your husband's hand in yours.

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"You're something else," Bradley murmured with a chuckle. You dozed off and on for the rest of the night while he held Rose, handing her over each time she got fussy, looking for something to fill her belly. "But you're just so damn cute."

"Don't swear in front of the baby," you murmured as you curled up on your side, watching him. "I don't want her to have all of your bad habits."

As if you couldn't teach a class on Creative Cursing, especially considering the things you said when you were in labor. Bradley kissed Rose's tiny fist and said, "Mommy doesn't know what she's talking about about. I don't have any bad habits."

"Okay," you said a bit sarcastically. "Then what would you consider a potty mouth? And snacking all day long?"

Bradley laughed. "Well, she has the snacking thing down already. Can't keep her away from your tits for more than an hour or two." He kissed her soft skin again. "Just like your old man."

She yawned and curled up, wrapping her fingers in his bit of chest hair. He'd taken his undershirt off, wanting to try the skin to skin thing for himself, and that's when he realized just how relaxing it was. This must have been why you fell asleep so easily earlier with Rose on your chest. She was like a heating pad. Or a little blanket that smelled sweet.

"Has she been in her bassinet at all?" you asked. 

Bradley looked at the metal cart on wheels with the bassinet on top of it and shook his head. The thing looked cold and uncomfortable, nothing like the crib waiting for her at home. But he smiled when he read the card that had been placed in the side of it. 

Rose Carole Bradshaw

Born: March 22nd, 01:02

Length: 19 inches

Weight: 6 pounds, 14 ounces

"No, I've been holding her. Why would I put her down?"

You and Rose yawned in unison. "So you can change out of your flight suit and get some rest."

The fabric was rough, but the sleeves were tucked out of the way; he wouldn't make his perfect little girl touch anything that wasn't soft. "I'm fine," he promised, his boot squeaking on the floor as he adjusted his foot. He carefully stood with Rose held firmly against his chest and murmured, "You didn't even give Daddy a chance to get changed after work. You were too excited to stay put any longer."

"Work," you gasped, looking around the room. "Where's my phone? Did I leave it at home? I need to tell Bickel I won't be at work. Oh my god, I need to call my parents!"

"I took care of it," he replied softly, walking around and bobbing a little bit so she would stay asleep. "Bickel has been texted. Your parents have been, too. Jake and Nat and the others all know I'm the proudest dad in the world. I took a bunch of pictures on your phone, and now it's charging by the window. I've got this. Just relax."

That's when two of the younger, female nurses walked in again. The ones who seemed to gawk at him whenever he greeted them. Bradley nodded in their direction while he unplugged your phone with one hand and held Rose with the other.

"Just checking to see if you need anything," one of them said, eyes trailing down to where his flight suit was bunched up around his hips. At least the second nurse was attaching the blood pressure cuff to your arm as she stared at him. 

"My wife probably wants breakfast," he mused. "Do you have any little packets of hot sauce? I forgot to pack some in the overnight bags."

"I'll take care of it," the first nurse said, almost running from the room before she even asked what you wanted to eat. When they were both gone, you laughed at Bradley as you stretched and got out of bed. 

"They can't handle how hot you look," you told him, walking around carefully. You'd obviously be sore for a few days, and he didn't want you lifting a finger for a single damn thing. But as you made your way toward him with a smile on your face, his heart beat a little faster. 

"I can't handle how hot you look," he murmured, still bouncing slightly in place as Rose snoozed.

You glared at him. "I just delivered a baby like seven hours ago. I look gross. I smell disgusting."

"You're perfect."

He collected you against his side and watched as you leaned in close until your nose barely touched Rose's, and a smile found your lips. "How did we make something so cute?" you whispered, hand coming to rest on Bradley's bare abs. "I can't stop looking at her."

"Right? I mean, my god, Sweetheart... I'm never going to be able to put her down."

You rubbed his flat tummy and whispered, "Look, she's waking up. I want a turn," as you tried to reach for her. Rose immediately started crying, and Bradley laughed.

"Better get your tits ready. She's hungry."

Of course the nurse showed up just in time to hear that and see those beautiful tits as you settled on the small sofa with Rose. The baby calmed down again immediately when she realized you were going to feed her, and Bradley collected the enormous breakfast platter with a smile as the nurse stared at his bare chest.

"Thanks," he murmured when he saw the tiny bottles of hot sauce. "My wife loves hot sauce."

The nurse looked at you a bit wistfully as she turned to leave again, but you were completely absorbed with Rose. "She's adorable," you crooned. "Even her crying sounds kind of cute."

"I didn't want to say anything before," Bradley said, almost relieved, "but it's a very cute cry." 

He took a few enormous bites of the bacon, eggs and pancakes, realizing he was running on pure adrenaline and about to crash if he didn't get something in his stomach. Then he loaded up the fork with eggs dipped in hot sauce and carefully fed it to you, cupping his hand over Rose's head so he didn't make a mess while she enjoyed her own breakfast.

The bead of milk forming on your nipple was highly distracting, and Bradley grunted as he watched you feed her until she was full and drowsy again. He wanted to ask you if you'd let him taste you again when he got the three of you home, but your parents called while you were finishing your pancakes. When he switched the call over to facetime, both of your parents started crying.

"Rose! She's beautiful," your mom said, wiping at her eyes with a tissue.

"How's everyone doing?" your dad asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at their granddaughter asleep in a onesie in Bradley's arms.

You started to tell him that you were feeling pretty good when your mom cut you off. "When can we come out to San Diego? Tomorrow? Next week? I need to hold that little girl in person as soon as possible."

Bradley chuckled while you sighed. "Mom, just let us get settled at home with Tramp for a day or two, okay? And then we can decide?"

She nodded, but it didn't seem like she was listening as her head tilted to the side with a sigh. "She's just perfect, isn't she?"

"Just like my wife," Bradley remarked, and your mom swooned a little bit more.

You spent the next five minutes trying to get them to end the call before you promised to send dozens of photos throughout the day, but it wasn't until Dr. Morris arrived that they actually agreed to go.

"You gave us a bit of a scare with your blood pressure," your doctor remarked, checking it one more time for herself. While she did so, she looked at Bradley and said, "You can send the baby down to the nursery for a bit if you need a break."

He stared at her and snuggled Rose a little tighter. "No, I'm fine." He couldn't fathom that anyone would want to put their newborn in one of those bassinets and send them to the nursery. He could sit here with her all day.

"How is my blood pressure now?" you asked as Bradley kissed the top of Rose's head over and over again while she slept.

"Much better," she promised, and Bradley let out the breath he wasn't really aware he had been holding. "I'll probably send you home tomorrow morning, but I'll leave some information with you now that you can start reading." She turned toward Bradley as she handed you a folder and added, "The nurses in the nursery are there specifically so you can get some rest. And they know how to wrap the babies up in their receiving blankets like tiny burritos."

"Really?" Bradley asked, suddenly intrigued. "Could they teach me how to do the burrito wrap?"

"I'm certain they could," she said with a smile before leaving.

"Do not put hot sauce on our child," you said, tossing your hospital gown aside and standing there naked. It was strange to see your belly this way as he held the child in question. You were somewhere between your normal state and your fully pregnant state, and it was just something he would have to get used to seeing. "I'm going to take a shower."

Bradley reached for your hand, and you let him have it. "I'm going to turn our child into a burrito."

"Please put a shirt on first. It's really too much, Roo." You smirked before ducking into the bathroom. 

Very, extremely begrudgingly, Bradley set Rose down in the uncomfortable looking bassinet for the very first time while he dug around in his overnight bag for a shirt. Then he carefully rolled her to the nursery where one of the nurses wrapped Rose up into a very soft pink and blue blanket. It was striped and reminded him of the Nugget notebook, and she looked snug and sleepy in it.

"Can you make sure I do it right?" he asked the nurse. "I want to impress the hell out of my wife."

She smiled and carefully unwrapped the baby so he could try. Rose stretched her fist up toward the light and smiled when he ran his fingers along her cheek. "She's your first?" the nurse asked him while he got to work.

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. He paused before adding, "She was born less than twelve hours ago, but it feels like she's been around since I first learned about her. Been getting excited since July." He tucked the end of the blanket in and patted her. "Looks just like a burrito."

The nurse laughed. "It's called a swaddle, and you're very good at it. Do you want to leave her in the nursery for a little while so you can get some rest?"

Bradley looked around at his surroundings. The room was cozy and clean, but he shook his head as he picked Rose up again. "Nah. I just can't seem to put her down for more than a minute or two," he replied, kissing her nose before she yawned again.

"You'll be a good dad."

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You lounged around in the hospital room in the robe you got from Nat, feeding Rose whenever she started to cry for you. Bradley was never too far away, opting to hold her as much as possible. As afternoon turned into evening, he eyed you up and down and said, "Do you want to put on some real clothes from your overnight bag?"

"Why?" Then there was a soft knock at the door, and you sat up in the bed. "I thought we said we'd wait until we got home to have visitors?"

"Well, this one wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied with a bit of an eye roll. He had Rose pressed against his chest with one big hand, and he opened the door to reveal Nat holding an enormous bouquet of colorful roses.

"Oh my god," she gasped, tossing the flowers onto the foot of the bed as soon as she saw the baby. "She's really here. You're really parents!"

Bradley held up his palm and said, "Go wash your germy hands," as soon as his best friend reached for the baby.

"Roo," you scolded with a smile. "Ask her nicely. She's Rosie's godmother."

Nat's dark eyes went wide and then welled up with tears as she ran into the bathroom. Bradley leaned down to give you a kiss. "Thanks," he murmured.

"I wanted it to be her, too," you insisted. "I mean, look how excited she is."

Nat ran back out of the bathroom, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then plopped down on the couch. "Please?" she asked, making grabby hands at Bradley and Rose.

After he handed her over, your husband finally took the time to take off his boots, and he went into the bathroom to replace his flight suit with a pair of gym shorts. Then he climbed into the bed with you and murmured, "I'll just rest for a few minutes while Nat's holding her."

His heavy hand rested on the tie of your robe as you whispered, "I think that's a great idea." Three seconds later, he was snoring softly. He'd been awake for thirty-six hours, and he was the only one who seemed unable to admit that he was exhausted. But he was as entranced by your newborn as you were, and you didn't want to tell him he should put her down and rest when he was having the time of his life. 

You ran your fingers through his messy hair as Nat cooed softly at Rose. "You are adorable," she said before looking up at you. "Seriously, she's so cute."

"Bradley hasn't set her down for more than twenty minutes since she was born, and even then it was just so I could feed her or have a chance to hold her myself."

"Sounds like you got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers already."

"She really does," you replied softly, tracing the scars on Bradley's cheek while he slept. You didn't rush Nat out of the room, and she didn't seem to want to leave. When Rose started fussing, she handed her over to you so you could feed her, and Bradley continued to snore. Once her belly was full, Nat walked her around until she burped, and soon she was yawning again.

"Should I just set her in the bassinet so everyone can sleep for a bit?" Nat whispered.

"Please."

She put her down as carefully as you would have yourself, then she rolled the cart over until it was right next to the bed. "Call me if you need anything once you get home. Groceries, someone to walk Tramp, a break from the baby, anything."

"Thanks, Nat," you said over Bradley's snores.

"I take godmothering very seriously."

---------------------------------

"I still can't believe you tricked me into sleeping all night."

"You were exhausted, Bradley."

"But I missed out on hours with the Nugget."

"But now she's about to go for her first ride in the Bronco. This is even more exciting."

Bradley was still pouting a bit as he drove the three of you home in his vintage Bronco the next morning, going about fifteen miles per hour. He'd never driven this slowly before in his life that you knew of, and you were getting impatient in the backseat with Rosie. She had her fingers wrapped around your thumb while you read through your discharge paperwork from Dr. Morris.

"This says we have to take Rose to the pediatrician within the next week. And there's a bunch of information on how we need to place her in her crib at bedtime. And we can't have sex for six weeks while I heal."

You were met with a few seconds of dead silence as you watched Bradley's face go pale in the rearview mirror. "Oh."

You pressed your lips together so you didn't snort. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Once more, silence. He cleared his throat. "Of course not." More silence. "But you can't seriously think that medical professionals expect me to live with you and not want to fuck you? Like, that's not accurate."

You laughed as Rose stared back at you from her car seat. "It's not like I'm going to leave you hanging, Roo." But you honestly didn't know how you were expected to get your husband going when your body looked like it had been weirdly deflated. And when you were this tired. And when you had to take care of your baby without the help of a full staff of nurses. 

Bradley coasted carefully into the driveway and parked next to the red Bronco. In an instant, he had the back door open and was helping you down. He kissed you hard on the lips. "You never leave me hanging. Ever. But I'm not concerned about that right now." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his lips ended up teasing your ear as he said, "Let's get Rosie inside. I've been dreaming about showing her around her nursery for months."

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[fairydollsteps]

Do you Love me?

Synopsis: “Please take me, please. I am all yours to tame and destroy. Ruin me if you have to for your own pleasure. Shackle me under your mercy. I do not care how much I will bleed. If it means you won’t look at other men but me. Just me only, my beloved.”

“For that, I will do anything for you.“

Just Aegon Targaryen II on his knees, being absolutely pathetic, begging and lovesick for you. 

Note/ Warnings: Fluff to Angst, Age gap (reader is 4 years older than Aegon), childhood love troupe ish, Aegon’s major insecurities and his shitty childhood. Mommy issues lmao. unrequited love, Aegon sad boy hour he is depressed, he is obsessed in love for reader. reader is kinda mean, she don’t entirely love aegon like how aegon loves her. Very OOC Aegon, he is actually a sweet person if only alicent is nicer or if otto die earlier 

let’s just say aemond didn’t kill lucerys to keep this peaceful

Author’s note: hiiii i am finally alive and motivated to write again! so in this fic is just aegon suffering lmao. idk i like to see him in his absolutely worst in his already horrendous life. is just nice to see him pathetic lmao. and also too many fic of reader crying because of aegon so why not the roles switched instead? Also you are the princess of a royal family like the Hightower family/house. I made it up so you are House Glairsviw. Also everything is messy so it might suck, pls bear with me. Anyway, enjoy!

“Do you love me, Y/N?”

Aegon Targaryen II, heir to the Iron Throne, now the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms stands before you. You, in your finest gown simply stared at him in silence. Both of you are facing at each other at the castle garden, away from the booming celebration of Aegon’s coronation.Of course you know how much Aegon adores you with his whole heart. You know. You know from the beginning. The puppy love didn’t fade away as you though from childhood. 

You remember when 7-year-old Aegon would always follow you around like a puppy in Dragonstone. Your house is friendly and in good terms with House Targaryen, benefitting each houses with your house’s fortune and their power. Therefore, you and your family always visit the Targaryens and stayed there. This delighted young Aegon as he gets to be with you often.

Your impeccable beauty allures him even to this day, your kind act is what fuels his love for you. You are older than him, so you have the urges and the responsibility to care for this little kid. As you two grow up together, you will always see him as a little boy who need bandages when he scrap his knee. But to Aegon, you are an angel to his eyes.

His life is already miserable enough even at a young age, his mother berating and his father ignoring his existence. His damn grandfather, Otto Hightower is a nightmare that won’t give him a break, pressuring and reminding him he is to be the future king of Westeros. So is his mother who make sure he won’t forget. Just standing with them suffocates him. So, to meet you is a blessing in disguise.

 With you, he is able breathe freely. With you, he smiles with glee to know that someone is waiting for him with biscuits and tea after his sword training. With you, he sleeps peacefully after you read him his favorite storybook. With you, he allow himself to cry his heart out and find comfort in your arms after a hellish hours of his mother’s lambast. With you, he is able to find meaning and hope in his dejecting life. 

You also remember when he gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers on your birthday. Chrysanthemum. Then, he declares with a boast that he want to marry you, right here and right now. He was 12 years old and you were 16 at that time. You simply giggled softly, amused at his little puppy love. 

“Marry you? Maybe when you are taller than me and strong enough to carry me, I will marry you,” you said as a joke, not taking Aegon’s proposal seriously. You kissed his forehead as a gratitude for his gift. Is a completely platonic and normal thing between you and Aegon when he did something nice and pleasing for you. But is more than ‘normal’ for Aegon.

This marriage proposal thing from Aegon is not a one time thing. Throughout your childhood and your adolescents years,  Aegon has propose to you more than you count. “I will marry Y/N if I find a pretty flower for her,” Aegon when he was 8 years old. “Will you marry me if I beat my brother in a sword match?” Aegon no. “ Y/N, can I marry you when the sun rise?” Oh Aegon, you silly.

You will always find excuses and divert his proposal playfully. Saying no will break his poor heart. This is just a temporary fantasies of his and a puppy love that will surely dissolve when he is older, right?

Right?

Oh dear, if only you know how wrong you are. Aegon is utterly consumed with desire for you. And you know it. You know he loves you but you don’t know how long he will. And he still loves you in his adulthood.  The sight befall you further verify your certainty. Aegon, regal with his kingly attire except without his crown and robes, under the moonlight, holding a single pink chrysanthemum. He still remembers after all these years.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

You want to let out a laugh but stay composed. If only he knew, then maybe his poor heart won’t be broken again.

“Really Aegon? Is that what you have to say after all these years?” you said heartily. You drop all your formalities to the king. You know he wouldn't care. Aegon frowns, knowing your tricks. Yet, he still holds a soft and longing gaze at you. 

Yes, you have have not seen each other for 6 years. You simply stop seeing Aegon for 6 years. Your house still visit the House Targaryen but is rarely. But you were nowhere at sight when your family arrived. 

“I just got busy, Aegon. Very busy. The duty of the head of my house at a young age is no easy task ever since my father is gravely sick. I hope you understand,” you said after looking at his face of whys, ignoring his previous propose. 

“My deepest condolences,” he said apologetically, gently rubbing the stem of the chrysanthemum “ Thank you. My house is doing well under my command,”

There’s a beat of  awkward silence. After 6 years, so many things have changed. You are the mighty head of your house. Aegon finally king to the Iron Throne. “You promised me that we will send each other letters before you left,” Aegon said, breaking the silence. “We did,” 

“Only for a few months. Your letters become lesser and lesser as days passed. I know that you are busy but is like you vanish and just-,” Aegon clenched his jaws before he finish. Not wanting to accept what he thought it is.

“-is like you just left and abandoned me in the dark,”

The silence returns in the garden and the two silhouettes standing before each other under tension. Every second of stillness kills Aegon. Say something Y/n. Reassure him and his doubts just like you did when you were young. Hug him like in the past. Y/N please. Aegon silently beg.

But you just stand there, blank-faced and keeping the distance between yourself and Aegon. You didn’t come to him or softly smile at him like before. You just stood where you are and watch Aegon slowly descend to his doubts. “Y/N, you couldn’t-I mean, Why? Why did you stop? I know you are busy but 6 years without a single letter? Not even once?” he asks desperately. 

“I just don’t find the need for you,” you said without a hesitant. “I no longer find you as my top priority, so I just stop,” Aegon stares at you wide-eyed. There’s no point lying to him. He should know already but is in denial. He is still clinging on the past and expecting the oh so sweet Y/N to return to the past. 

Aegon looks like he can’t stop spiraling like mad but quickly compose himself with a solution. “If is like that then, we can reconnect our connection like before with our fathers. Then, we can meet up meet up and-,” “That won’t do, Aegon,” you cut him off cruelly. Now he is trying to rebuild everything with some political bullshits. You should be sent to the guillotine for cutting the king but he lets you.

“Aegon, you have other more and capable houses and I have my own other houses that will help and benefits me. I do no need your help,” you said, cold-heartly. You don’t even put to the effort to  Oh Aegon, you are still a fool even as an adult.

What you just say slowly made a tear of his heart. What you just implied is that you don’t need him, or if you even want him. Aegon is desperate. The more you reject him, the more desperate and hurt he is. Aegon can’t accept it. He can’t lose you. You are the only good thing in his life. And his only good thing is turning its back on him. 

Do you really-? Are you really going to just-? Like this? Y/N please no. Don’t. Don’t do this to me. Aegon beg through his troubled, sorrowed eyes as he walk towards you hastily.

He grabs your hand with his unoccupied hand, urgently but weakly, forcing you too look at him in the eyes. There is so many unspoken words through his eyes. You could see his stress, his denial and his passionate love for you. All his love for you that is meant to be crushed by you. 

Aegon silently pray to find at least a single look of adoration meant for him from you. He pray to know that you are just denying and hesitant to love him. A hope that what you just say is just a lie. But he find nothing. Just nothing. There is no love and the look of adoration. You just look at him uncaring. Like he is a nobody.

You are no longer the girl he knew from the past. The girl he knew always smile at him warmly and treat with affections he never have. 

“Do you love me?” Aegon asks. A question that you always dodge and pissing Aegon off. You could feel his eyes on you, begging to answer it and stop treating him like some kind of toy. You could feel his breath touching your cheeks softly. His lips quivering from the tension and the close contact.

Aegon passed the chrysanthemum to your hand and hold it with both of hand. As if is a way to convince you to change your mind with your favorite flower. But you have already decided you decision. As it feels like eternity, you finally answer.

“No,”

.....

The silence was deafening. Aegon couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t registered what you just say. You could feel his hands on you slightly shaking.

“No?”

“I’m sorry, Aegon. I don’t love you how you love me. I’m sorry. I just feel nothing for you,” 

“Oh,”

“Oh,”

Before you could slip away from his grasp, Aegon stop you. “Aegon please-” “Why, Y/N?” “Aegon please you have to understand-,” “No please don’t do this to me Y/N. I can’t just lose you like this. Please don’t leave me,”. Now he is able to break down. His heart is crushing at every second with you. His grip on you become tight but not enough to hurt you He can’t do something to chase you away even though you are already leaving her.

Aegon is holding your hand tightly, begging you to stay with him. He can’t breathe properly with the panic and heartbreak in his chest. He could feel his eyes becoming wet but force himself to hold it. Oh fuck, he feels so damn embarrassed for being so pathetic to you but he can’t stop the hurt. Because it actually fucking hurts so bad that he feels like his heart is bleeding.

Is like the universe is against him and could do nothing about it. The universe decided to have mercy on him for having a horrible home by giving him a girl that could care and love him. And for the first time in live, he was happy. Then suddenly, the universe took her away and isolate him from her for 6 years. Then when he finally meet her, she no longer love and treat him like a ghost. 

What kind of a fucked up fate he was given?

“Aegon, please let me go,” “No, I can’t Y/N. I love you, I am utterly devoted to you please!” Aegon cried out with no shame. 

“Please take me, please. I am all yours to tame and destroy. Ruin me if you have to for your own pleasure. Shackle me under your mercy. I do not care how much I will bleed. If it means you won’t look at other men but me. Just me only, my beloved. I have never felt this devoted to any women but you. You are the only person I want to admired at and dance with at the ballroom,” 

“Aegon...”

“We could get married, I could make you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! I could make you my queen. I will get the finest dresses and the most brilliant jewelry just for you. I will have the whole world on their knees for you if I have to. So do I,”

Aegon declares with his whole heart. Some drops of tears manage to fell. His cheek flushed and he is still holding your hand with the pink chrysanthemum. He is a mess. He knows he look stupid and ridiculous but he is fighting every chance, hoping and praying to Gods that you change your mind and choose to grow old with him.

His violet orbs continue to violent beg for your heart to own him. “Please, Y/N. I belong to you. My heart is full of you. Everything is better with you. Everything has been better since you,” 

 He should have knows better. He should be mad at himself for falling so deep that could his inevitable heartbreak. Your silence and your pity look is enough to tell but he is still trying and holding the end of the string of hope.

[kingkaisen]

Hi! I’m new to your Blog and couldn’t really find a master list or if I did I couldn’t tell because my eye-sight sucks. So I kinda wanna request something like some of the AOT characters with a S/O that is like a absolute gremlin child, like the reader isn’t actually a child they just act like a chaotic one and will completely verbally destroy anyone and anything??? Please and thank you :3

No Filter // aot hcs

Description: Eren, Armin, Connie, and Levi with a rowdy partner.

Content: sfw hcs & gn!reader

A/N: You didn't specify which characters, so I picked (:

EREN 

Eren absolutely adores you.

He loves having someone who understands nature’s fuel, which is rage.

He absolutely fell in love with you when he saw you shouting at somebody for reasons unbeknownst to him, and all he knew was that you were loud, didn’t take any shit, and weren’t afraid to toss your dinner at someone’s face.

When you both start dating, you both simply become a chaotic duo. 

Eren’s ride or die, so if you have a problem, it’s his problem as well. 

He will never ever ask you to quiet down. If you’re mad, he’s mad. If you’re loud and chaotic over something, so is he, even if he was calm three seconds before. 

ARMIN

Armin loves hearing what you have to say. 

He’s definitely the quiet one, and he finds himself shyly apologizing to others for your behavior, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

He gets worried when you get quiet. It literally terrifies him.

He’s always listening intently to whatever you have to say. If you’re shouting about something for a long time, he’ll never interrupt or cut you off or ask you to quiet down. He’s nodding along, popping in an occasional question or two, and listening patiently. 

He’s secretly messy as well. If you’re tearing someone to shreds with your words, he’s definitely crawling in your lap later and asking, “what happened, baby?”

CONNIE

Connie thinks that everything you do is absolutely hilarious.

He’s definitely the type of person to tell stories to his friends and family about some of the things you’ve done. 

He’s your hype man, laughing and egging you on in every scenario in which you have to raise your voice and potentially be physically restrained. 

Connie’s not afraid to call you over if someone is being a dick to him. Not saying that he can’t handle himself, but he just loves the sight of you handling it even more. 

He thinks your rage and chaos is the best thing to ever happen, and he probably messes with you on purpose to get you to shout at him since he finds it funny. 

LEVI

Levi’s in a constant state of stress when it comes to you.

He’s definitely used to your behavior by now, able to hold you back from attacking someone with one hand and a simple “don’t” while drinking tea with the other.

He doesn’t like it when you get all worked up over someone, especially because you’ll shout at anyone, no matter how big they are, so he’s always worried that you’ll get hurt.

Therefore, he’s always standing behind you, staring a hole into whoever you’re telling off, threatening them with his eyes.

If anyone even thinks about touching you, he’ll break their fingers.

Afterwards, he’ll ask you to try and not get so worked up over everything. 

It never works. But in all honesty, he’s fine with that. He can fight.

♡ thanks for reading!

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[gloryofroses19]

Road Trip Rally

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

“Horse!” 

The interruption to his singing of “Spice Up Your Life” by the Spice Girls left Bradley with a deadpanned expression . Three and a half hours into an eight hour drive and the couple was currently working their way through their fourth playlist. 

“What?” [y/n] asked as she signaled to switch lanes, “It’s the rule!” 

“What rule?” Bradley took a sip of his water as he pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose. 

“This just shows how much of an only child you are, Bradshaw.” [y/n] teased. 

As a playful threat, Bradley squeezed [y/n]’s right thigh that laid beneath his warm hand.

However, [y/n] found the message to be unclear. Was it a threat of punishment that he would be removing his hand and therefore, attention or if his hand would be traveling northbound to punish her for being mouthy. 

His body language offered no answer so [y/n] pressed on. “The rule that anytime you see a cow, horse, whale or any animal of interest while on a car ride you must inform everyone.” 

“Okay…” 

Offended by his tone of disbelief, [y/n] huffed. “Don’t make me seem crazy! You literally do it when you fly!”

“What?” 

“On your six!” 

“You’re so cute Mrs. Bradshaw.” Laughing, Bradley was hit with a wave of affection for his wife. “Don’t be mean, Bradshaw!” 

The simultaneous buzzing of their phones drew Bradley’s attention away from his favorite sight. Though curious about the incoming text that had her husband chuckling, [y/n] instead focused on the road. “What?” 

“Mav sent me a photo of Darcy helping out in the Hard Deck. And by helping, I mean stealing the dish towels.” 

“That’s our perfect angel.” [y/n] mused as she thought of their puppy. Darcy was well trained most of the time but she had a mischievous streak. “Just like her mother” was Bradley’s common phrase anytime Darcy misbehaved. But [y/n] knew that her husband was no perfect angel, his track record of sweet talking her into skinny dipping and nearly getting them kicked out of two supermarkets were proof enough. 

“I wanna see!” Reaching her hand across the console, [y/n] was met with Bradley holding her hand instead of passing his phone. 

“Not when you’re driving!” Bringing their intertwined hands to his mouth, Bradley pressed light kisses to each of her fingers. 

Feeling Bradley’s mustache tickle the back of her hand, [y/n] giggled as she felt his lips turn upward against her hand. 

“I don’t need you to be more distracted.” But before Bradley could place another kiss on her hand, [y/n] pulled her hand out of his. 

“Are you saying I’m a bad driver?” [y/n] asked with playful offense. 

“No, I would never! Parking on the other hand…” Rooster Bradshaw replied, biting and affectionate. 

“Excuse me? You should know that I still haven’t forgiven you for saying I’m a bad pool player.” 

If they had been anywhere but this car, Bradley would have trapped  her body against his and kissed the annoyance out of his wife. But unable to leave her breathless and wanting, Bradley settled for further irritation.  “So drunk [y/n] remembers that from two years ago but not when I absolutely destroyed Hangman at darts last week?!” 

“I was tipsy at most!” Bradley chuckled at [y/n]’s defiant response leaving her to roll her eyes as adjusted her sitting posture. The drive from San Diego to Napa Valley left them on long stretches of the highway and her butt was beginning to hurt. 

“Glad to see how much my happiness and trumpets mean to you, baby.” Bradley finished before he stuck his tongue out in retaliation to [y/n]. 

As an expert in the mannerism and movements of [y/n], Bradley watched her shifting and knew what it meant. “Want to switch again?” 

If not confined to the driver’s seat and the obligation of keeping them alive, [y/n] would have leaned over the console and kissed Bradley. His repeated thoughtfulness and ability to be intune with her body, just fueled [y/n]’s adoration. “We still have 5 miles on this so let’s do it then.” 

However, a flash of lighting across the sky followed by the rumble of thunder drowned out Bradley’s reply. As the sky opened up, Bradley removed his aviators and addressed [y/n]. Bradley knew [y/n] never enjoyed driving in the rain, especially when there were sheets of rain coming down hard. “Switch now?” 

“Yes, please!” [y/n] was quick to reply and quicker to pull the Bronco to a halt on the highway shoulder.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and pushing the seat back, [y/n] began to move until Bradley’s voice stopped her. “Where are you going?” 

“To the back so we have room to switch?” However, noting his expectant look, [y/n] let out a laugh. “Oh, I see your game, Bradshaw.” 

Giving her an innocent boyish grin, Bradley titled his head. “What game?” 

[y/n] Bradshaw was an expert on Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw in her own right. After over four years of researching, observing and exploring Bradley, she knew exactly what he was doing. The torrential downpour that had overtaken their peaceful drive left limited visibility for the road, let alone five-feet in front of them. Therefore, [y/n] knew Bradley wanted to use it as cover to let out the frustration he had been feeling since they rushed out the door at 7AM to drop Darcy off at Penny’s. 

“What game?” [y/n] mocked before maneuvering herself over the console to straddle her husband. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mrs. Bradshaw.” Leaning back in the passenger seat, Bradley dutifully accommodated his wife. “I was just sitting here innocently,” Bradley began as his hands slipped under her shirt, betraying the purity of  words. “And you just decided to come onto me.” 

[y/n] leans in, subconsciously mirroring Brasdley’s own action. Despite the excitement, rush and heat burning through her by just being in the proximity of her husband, [y/n] presses her lips to his slowly and tenderly. Coaxing his face closer, [y/n] felt a shudder run through her body as he reciprocated eagerly, sliding an arm around her back. 

Withdrawing just enough to nudge her nose playfully against his own, [y/n] lets out a breathless chuckle as Bradley begins to drag her Rocky Mountain National Park shirt up her body. “Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw is the pinnacle of innocence.”

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