#and his fucking cloak thing omg

[small-spark-of-light]

day 22 prompt was similar to yesterdays, but instead of shading with pure blacks and whites i had to shade with hatching/cross-hatching

[slaygentford]

Lestat will be beating the first mrs de winter in his monsieur de Marquis de patriarch cloak and yet every single person on planet earth will be saying omg so mother idk what to say atp when people are so blatantly willfully misreading the incredibly fucking plain text bc they cannot understand a drag queen can also be an evil fucking man inventing new and exciting patriarchal oppression every day of his life. I think the fundamental disconnect is people not realizing gender is a frame of analysis and not a literal thing of saying like x is “woman-coded” It’s x is framed by the text as a victim of the patriarchy and it is truly insane to me that fans of the anti racism show are replicating racism by saying Lestat is so mother when in fact the Black lead is textually metatextually everything-ly positioned, from literally scene like five, for fifteen episodes, as the one having gendered trouble. not jsut gender trouble but GENDERED trouble. It is so blatant that bc a white man is a fruity fop that instantly makes him a girlie and that no matter how many times the most unsubtle show on earth beats you over the head with Louis Edwardian wife it has to be the white man who is a matriarch it is just so willful and blatant it’s insane to me, actually insane. it’s straight up racism it’s just impressive at this point this program is not subtle and yet

[frogchiro]

Omg ur centaur könig got me thinking about a waternymph! reader who takes care of a local waterfall which she had been born into by the soft ripples splashing on the shore of the small lake, small bundles of flowers and cloaking trees practically it shroud it from sight and any passing adventurers. You're alone, the lake can't hold more than a single one of you and you can't help but feel lonely..

SO YOU MAKE IT A POINT TO TAKE TO ANYONE AND EVERYTHING THAT SOMEHOW MANAGES TO WALK PAST OR FIND UR RESERVOIR

You chat up to a passing chimera called Farah, then another few harpies which had flown by looking for her, another pretty nymph, a few satyrs who tried to be cheeky and get you to come out of the water despite your flustered protests. It's that you couldn't, you just find it odd! You protest despite their little teasing tugs, hands wrapped around your bicep to pull you up where instead, you mischievously pull them down and get them doused and their flutes ruined. You even meet a hulky centaur who seems very sleep deprived, with many other nymphs toddling around him! You greet them with an excited smile and you all immediately become BESTIESSS you help them refill their water, and even let them bathe in your spring, you even manage to talk to the massive centaur who is actually quite polite and curious about you. By the time they leave, you're all basically bawling your eyes out and hugging and despite their insisting you join them, u just can't leave ur little spot like that:( they leave and u wave them goodbye with a chirp and a song. You somehow met the formidable minotaur who had managed to escape the labyrinth, scarred and dirty and helped him bathe and drink some water. He returns the favour by catching you a deer for a nice, hearty meal and some wine which had been left by the entrance of the labyrinth he'd left, forgotten offerings. He leaves after a month of recovery and it's just as teary. But it's alright! U don't mind..:(

Until all of a sudden, when you're just happily sunbathing on one of the tilted rocks in the middle of the small lake, napping on your side,, when you're practically jolted awake by arguing! Uh oh, everyone you've ever met is back and arguing on the lake side about who exactly means more to you(in a more comical way, not in a weird boyfriend girlfriend sort of thing?? Idk how to explainnn) like:

"Well, she combed our hair and gave us forehead kisses!" Arguged one of the many nymphs, pointing at the band of satyrs who looked like they were going to shank someone with their flutes. "So? She played in the water with us!" One of satyrs snaps, giving the girl a mean mug. "How stupid! She let me drink from her personal cup, fools!" The chimera yelled. "Yeah, same!" The harpies tried to butt in. "I stayed with her for a month." The minotaur adds as well, his voice rumbly. Alongside them are myriad of other creatures you didn't even know you had made such an impact on, it would make u cry lf happiness if not for the fact they're still arguing. They all are rather passionate about ur happiness, and they all want to be the cause of it:((

And all waternymph! Reader wants to do is just take a nap..but first priority in her mind! Hugs and reunions! Fuck your arguing! You want to hear about everyone's adventurers! So, with a cute smile, u get everyone to set up around the lake and that night is filled with a ton of fun festivities, drinking and a lot of wrestling among different species(for fun and competition, it's actually really funny to watch!)

SORRY FOR THE LONG SPAM BUT THIS HAS BEEN COOKING IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG<<33 I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I JUSTTTTT MWAH MWAH UR AMAZING!!! MUCH LOVE XOXXOO

It's very much okay darling, I don't mind!! Thank you for all the love and I'm sorry for not responding earlier :((

I hope you guys enjoy the read and please send me more of your thoughts on nymph!Reader and CentaurKönig♡♡♡

[g4rg0y1e]

I’ve been thinking about Damian leaving his life in Gotham to become a bookstore owner in Amity Park, Illinois, like he met Danny in the league and they had an arranged marriage that the Batfam did not know about and Damian didn’t want them to know anyway so he just flat out left and made a new life for himself near his beloved.

Damian owns a bookstore/coffee shop (obviously) and they live in this apartment above the building and the Everlasting Trio find out about this new place in town called The Bird’s Nest and they decide to try it out but as soon as they walk in Danny hears Damian, in this customer service voice say, “Welcome to The Bird’s Nest, make yourself at home.” and he runs to the cashier and sees his lover and breaks down. Damian hears his ugly sobs and looks up in concern.

Upon seeing Danny he rushes over to comfort him and Danny immediately latches onto him and saying things like “I thought i’d never see you again” and “please be real, please” and Damian is like “i’m here, it's me, i’m so so sorry, Beloved.” and Tucker and Sam are like freaking out a little but seeing Damian hold Danny like that they decided to just hang back for a little bit while Danny calms down, and once he can breathe without stuttering and can speak without feeling like the world is ending they all sit down in a booth together and they explaining to Tucker and Sam how they know each other.

Tucker and Sam are like a little concerned about it but they’re like “it’s fine we knew each other since we were toddlers and we got to know each other pretty well in the 15 years before our marriage.”  and so Damian and the Everlasting Trio start hanging out together a lot and they all start to fall in love :]

Meanwhile in Gotham

The Batfam are freaking the fuck out.

They’re frantically searching for Damian everywhere. They call Talia and ask her but she says she hasn’t seen him since his wedding which makes the Batfam panic even more because what wedding??  But she doesn’t say anything and they are confused but that’s not their concern so they contact the Justice League and get them involved like Robin is missing and we don’t know where he could be.  

So the JL are like searching and they come up with nothing and they decide to get Justice League Dark involved like Robin’s missing what do we do?  and JLD is like searching until they run out of other options and decide to summon the Ghost King Phantom and his Knight and Consorts

but they don’t know that the king has multiple consorts… Or that one of them is Damian… SO they summon them and the king looms over his knight as he covers his consorts with his cloak and Batman is like “please.. please, Great King Phantom… I need to find my child..” and the JL and JLD (that dont know their identities) are like omg does batsy think of rob as his child  and the King is like “Who are you looking for?” and Batman is like “Robin…Damian Wayne.” and the king tilts his head then opens his cape and Damian walks out slowly like “oh shit I forgot to tell them that I was gonna make a whole new life for myself in an entirely different state.”  and just goes “…heyyy.” and the Batfam starts freaking out like “Where have you been?!?” and Damian just goes “I was with my Beloveds.” 

and the batfam is like

“…”

“BELOVEDS, MULTIPLE???” 

[rainofthetwilight]

ALRIGHT. ALL MY THOUGHTS AND PREDICTIONS FOR THE NEW TEASER

HERE WE GO

BEATRIX AND MOTION!!!!! they both seem to be in lloyd's visions by the red landscape, and I'm so glad his visions didn't stop at s2p1 and are still ongoing even after the blood moon

also, can I just say that motion's design is so fucking pretty omg?????? SHE LOOKS SO COOL

worried face lloyd? yep, connected to the visions I'm guessing

I'm also calling that someone's gonna make a meme out of this lmao

AYYYY THE SCENE FROM THE IMDB PHOTOS!!! ngl since it looks like roby's welcoming them, I'm guessing that the screen was showing a recap recording of the ninja arriving

IT'S THE UH, BRECKT OR BREKT GUY OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS I CAN'T REMEMEBER 😭

YESYEYEYSYEYSYEYE3YEGEYEGSYSBDHEBEVRVQHFHQBDHQJJSJSFHHW WE'RE GETTING KAI N BONZLE MEETING THE REST OF THE FF LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the glowing one is sitting on a chair, unlike the rest who are standing? I'm guessing that he's the one that passed through the gate and possessed jordana, so he's basically like, living in two worlds? that's also probably why he's sitting on a chair

THEY LOOK SO HAPPY AUSDGSHGSGAGDEHEH32H1HEGQHDHHWEGG2HDHQHQ (they do NOT know the psychological torture that's coming in the next few episodes.........)

ALSO???? NYA'S LOOKING HOT AS FUCK AUSGSHWG3GG2V2HSHQJWHWH1HEHEQHSYHQGSGW AND LLOYD IN HIS MASTER OUTFIT!!!!!!!!! HE'S REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

MATRIARCH IS BACK!!!!! also, is it just me or is she missing her crown? and why is she at the realm of madness? I'm guessing that this is where she and the rest of the herd went after ras' attack maybe?

and from the later shot of sora and arin below, I think this is also related to the administration

also...

yeah, this shot is definitely from ep11

WYLDFYRE WYLDFYRE WYLDFYRE MY DAUGHTER SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY AUAGSGSGSGWGEWHEHGSWHHEHWHEGSGWGDGGWQH

I can't really tell what's happening here?? but since she still has her powers, this is before her match w/ cinder

SORA W/ A WEAPON SORA W/ A WEAPON SORA W/ A WEAPON LETS FUCKING GO SHEYEU2VFB2H4HQIAIDH22J2IWI2GRI28WJDHWJSJ2U2U3SHHDDGHQ LOOK!!!!! LOOK AT MY BLORBO GO!!!!!! LOOK AT MY FAV GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think whatever she's using is made for the tightrope she's on, for balance yk

also, are those floating platforms cameras???

I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D ACTUALLY SEE ROBY W/ A SELFIE STICK BUT HERE WE ARE LMAOO

he looks so happy AGSHQHDGHW 😭 judgung by the spectators I think they're doing like, that wave thing where people cheer then go down if ykwim? I don't know what it's called lol

OKAY LIKE I SAID ABOVE THIS IS DEFINITELY THE ADMINISTRATION CONSIDERING THEY'RE AT THE REALM OF MADNESS RIGHT???? WHY DO THEY LOOK SO SHOCKED I'M . HUH

saw someone on twitter say it might be them meeting jay, but I don't think that's possible bc like, they would've told the others yknow? they wouldn't be that happy if they knew Ig, so I'm guessing this is related to the matriarch plot

CINDER'S LOOKING FLY AS FUCK HOLY SHIT??????? THE MINIFIGURE DID HIM SO DIRTY I'M SO SORRY WE BULLIED YOU MAN 😭

ALSO?????? WHY AND HOW IS HE CONTROLLING WYLDFYRE'S POWERS?????M HUH WHATWHATSVEHWJSHAHWJDJHWHEHQJSJW

my theory? since we see him battling w/ wyldfyre later on, he probably won the duel, and the one who wins gets the other opponent's powers (basically TOE, but to the players themselves instead)

A RACE?????? that is one heck of a small dragon, a baby I'm guessing?

ALSO MECH SUIT COLE IS REAL!!!!!!! he's in his wedding dress <3333333

WHO ARE YOU CLOAKED PERSON AND WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING LLOYD

this could be an entirely new person, but I tbh think it's either jordana or nokt?

but after looking at her minifigure it's not entirely possible it could be her, so it's either nokt, a new person, or even possibly beatrix

WHAT ARE THE TEMPLE GUARDS DOING TO JIRO AND ZANTH WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU 😭😭

also, the ninja in the background!! those are definitely zane, sora, cole and wyldfyre

GEO BEING THE SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND THAT HE IS AUSVSHQHWGEGWVWG1UWH3H2HDVWVRGQEHHWA WHEN I TELL YO U I SCREAMED ARGEHSHDHEHAHDAHHSHS LOOK AT HIM CHEERING ON HIS HUSBAND N HIS FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CINDER AND WYLDFYRE REMATCH CINDER AND WYLDFYRE REMATCH CINDER AND WYLDFYRE REMATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this is Not gonna end well 😕)

ALSO, HOW IS CINDER USING SHATTERSPIN W/O HIS EYES GLOWING AND ALL THAT......

did he shatter his soul too much it became part of him or smth???

BACK TO THE TIGHTROPE!!!!!!!!! SORA WATCH OUT WGAHSHWHWHRWJJDHQHEEHWJQJDHWHDHAHSSGQHQ

WHO IS THAT DRAGON AND WHY IS IT TAKING LLOYD??????????

MOTION GLOWING.....OH MY GOD??????????????

HER SIZE COMPARED TO THE MONASTARY IS JUST???????

WHAT A WAY TO END THE TEASER HOLY SHIT

[drbtinglecannon]

This week on "Dadrius can still win" I bring you:

Dana's newest art of the Hexsquad & Hagsquad, focusing specifically on Hunter.

1. That outfit is FAR too fashionable to be clothes Hunter picked himself, or any other adult in his life would've for that matter (no offense to Camila, offense to Eda tho). From the nice dress shoes, to the fitted yet baggy jeans, the sleek jacket, sunglasses, and slicked back hair, this entire look screams "Darius picked it out for me :)"

2. Patches on the jeans & jacket, both a reflection of Hunter's current obsession with mending clothes but also that sewing is a part of his relationship with Darius, being the one who initially taught him & that Hunter observed enough of his handiwork to notably recall details of how it looked vs the sewing machine.

4. Hunter's demeanor. Hunter's a dork, that's what we love about him. Yes he's a competent fighter & has decent parkour moves & has confidence in his abilities, but he's not exactly suave or cool. That air he's got feels so much like Darius', with it being even funnier that Darius is also putting on fronts a bit with it.

3. The patches themselves!!! We got a King face, one polkadot patch & two striped patches (patterns are another fashion thing, aka something Darius cares about), a flower (that looks similar to the ones Willow has all over her jeans), the "Quitter Badge" that Eda made for her Bad Girl Coven that she offered to Luz back in "The First Day" (it took me FOREVER to read it before I realized it was a show reference. Also there's a second connection to the Clawthorne fam on his jacket), a Cardinal wing in the center of his back (rip Flapjack my beloved), and last but not least an abomination coven logo. Hmmm, that's a bit random isn't it! He's never shown a particular interest in abomination magic -- unlike how he has for wild magic -- but also the Coven system was a product of Belos, someone Hunter has finally cut off from his life. So. The abomination logo can only be a reference to Darius, otherwise Hunter has literally no ties to it so it'd make no sense being one of the patches on his jacket. And the fact he has that patch that can ONLY be for Darius feels like an extremely blatant reference to their relationship.

Edit: 3.A. The abomination patch is actually not the exact coven logo, it has a ponytail added to it, which is Darius' signature style. Further points to Dadrius with the abomination patch

Anyway here's teen Darius to match because omg he's so fucking cute & a GOOBER. DARIUS HAS BEEN A LIFELONG GOOBER.

Perry really cuts into the way Darius' cloak elegantly swishes behind him. But he can't be bothered to care when he has to Strike A Pose ✨ And All rn. His giant smirk with his hand cupping his chin is the best detail

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The way Roman König is so confident and unapologetic while being butt ass naked has me hot and bothered... I had to read the paragraphs over and over again. Just this beautiful marble statue of a man swinging his huge gorgeous dick around and having a quick little breakfast with his morning wood on display like it's nothing is so... Ugh. And he's not doing it in a cocky way, no, he's just so goddamn sure of himself and comfortable with his body, it's incredibly sexy. I had to think of the Farnese Hercules (although I imagine König a bit more lean), just displaying his godly body to the world, relaxed, nonchalant and naturally. (I recommend looking up the statue... The pose, the shoulders, the back, the butt, the everything...)

This series is so fucking good. Thank you so much for gracing us with it!

YES OMG it's based on pure confidence and happiness!

König is happy to wake up with a boner, he's happy to eat a good, healthy breakfast (that includes wine of course <3), he's happy to parade around naked and take a piss while the sun shines nicely & warmly on his skin (everyone else is shivering because the winter only recently turned to spring), he's happy to come back and see that there's a cute little fairy pouting and sulking under his furs nowadays. What a delight to be alive! The only thing he’s missing is a good fight…

And I'm pretty sure this König just doesn't vibe with clothes in general: he needs a fur cloak if he goes to the mountains or armor if he goes to battle but... that’s about it. Clothes are mainly just meh to him.

And lol reader in this fic is soooo hot & bothered too. I think everytime she's angry at him, she's actually just horny and wants to bang? :( But because she's in denial, she thinks it's anger that's making her so hot everywhere and causes her nipples to perk up as if accusing this stupid, impossible, damnable man who's so incredibly annoying >:(

And the Farnese Hercules omg anon. I would be a puddle at his feet. Just squealing "don't step on me pls kind dominus" as he looks down on pathetic lil me. ❤️ (I'm glad you're enjoying the series! Much kisses and love! 💋)

[or0ch1maru]

So lately I’ve been noticing I get sudden urges to bite things I think are cute. I think it’s called cute aggression? But anywho, how do you think the Akatsuki members would react to their S/O biting them out of the blue as a means of showing affection. Or someone who doesn’t communicate in the normal way and uses more touchy-feely means of communication?

Omg this is so freaking cute. What’s funny is, I’ve been having the same urges too. One day I’m like let me sink my teeth into Tobi’s arm(only if he was real) but on a real note, I’m feeling sm better. I’m still stuffed up but that can’t be helped lol

Warnings: mention of head, sexual innuendoes(just had to spice this up just a lil bit)

Hidan:

•idk why or when this thought came into my mind but I fully believe Hidan gets turned on when bitten. (Please tell me at least one of you see that too)

•anyway, when he figures out it’s an affectionate thing, you know damn well he’d show off his bite marks from you with pride.

•if he hasn’t felt your teeth sink into him at least once a day, he’ll get worried. Feeling that suddenly you don’t care for him. And he’ll cling to you until you bite him or at least give him some kind of reassurance. (He’s a big softy)

Kakuzu:

•would be caught off guard at first and will most likely hit you with the good ole’ “the hell you doing?” Question. Kakuzu would watch with a raised eyebrow as you explain your reasonings but shrug it off

•just like Hidan, he wouldn’t care who saw the bite marks, or what assumptions people would come up with when noticed. He’d be content that you have your own special way of letting him know you love him

•Kakuzu would purposely go without his cloak, or shirt for that matter, leaving his arms fully exposed just for you. His large arms would wrap themselves around you, pinning you to him just to feel your teeth in his skin longer(would genuinely enjoy the pain, a good hurt he’d call it)

Konan:

•would let out a soft whimper or even a moan when she feels your teeth sink into her skin. Cheeks flushed when she discovered the reason behind your sudden chomp

•really enjoys when you bite her forearms or collar bone area. Despite your constant apologies for making her bleed once(it left a scar) Konan loves it. Runs her fingers over the spot daily. A reminder of her love waiting at home for her

•the act of biting May come off aggressive or sexual to others, but Konan considers it a kind and intimate gesture. A love without having to use words all the time makes her heart flutter and loves actions as she isn’t one to talk too much

Pain:

•his curiosity is peaked the very first time you do it, he goes over the many possibilities of what it could mean. He gives you a soft smile and a gentle caress when you tell him “you’re cute, can’t help it” as an answer

•loves, and I mean LOVES when you bite near his chakra rods. His skin is so sensitive there and it just does something to him. Sometimes you might end up with your face buried into the mattress or better yet, in his neck, sinking your teeth into him as he fucks you like his life depended on it

•loses his mind when he looks down and sees you look up at him with your adorable doe eyes while your teeth are locked in. (Your favorite place to hangout is under his desk while he works on planning missions and tasks so time to time youll chomp his thigh or the one hand that sits in his lap)

Tobi:

•lets out a yelp the first time it happens, catching the poor boy completely off his guard. “W-what was that for senpai?” He’d stutter out, looking down at you through the eye hole of his mask. “You think I’m cute? Really? Aww you’re so kind to Tobi”

•after that first time, he’ll encourage you to do it. Wanting it multiple times a day sometimes. On other occasions, he’ll tease you, and make you work for it. “You want to bite Tobi? You oughta catch me first” he’d explain before bolting down a random corridor

•now, if you happen to catch him when he’s in a mood, Tobi will turn to Obito so quickly. “Baby thinks I’m cute eh? Why don’t you show me how cute you really think I am” his tone turns almost stern as he guides you by the neck until you’re on your pretty little knees in front of him, the tip of his cock prodding the back of your throat

Zetsu:

•would be very confused at first, and would take a while to process the whole thing. “You really think I’m cute? But why bite me? That’s kinda backwards isn’t it?” Black Zetsu would ask. “It’s a form of a compliment. I understand now” white Zetsu would coo towards you

•Zetsu would pull you into his lap whenever he’s feeling a bit more needy, giving you silent permission to sink your lil teeth into him.

•wouldn’t care where you bite him, as long as you’re careful/gentle when it comes to his leaf’s? Pinchers? Prefers you stayed below his neck. Arms, chest, thighs, are acceptable places to him.

Kisame:

•just like Hidan, would probably assume it’s you Initiating sex, would be turned on right away and would most likely end up fucking you that first time. Would feel bad that it was a sign of affection and he turned it sexual.

•LOVES feeling you dig your teeth into his biceps. And has asked for you to make him bleed. Wants his upper arms to be littered in cute teeth scars. Kisame adores physical touch, and truly cherishes any form of intimacy you give him even if to others it may come of bizarre

•isn’t worried about being vocal. Will let out groans, grunts, and the occasional moan whenever you sink your pearly whites into his skin.

Itachi:

•realized from the very beginning what your bites meant and he fell in love with you all over again. Apart from having someone love him the way he’s craved it all his life, the way you SHOW him love is what sends him to the moon

•plays with your hair, rubs your back, or caresses the side of your face, as sit against him with his flesh between your teeth

•finds your biting to be angelic almost. The feelings that wash over him when you show your love for him makes him euphoric

Sasori:

•like Zetsu, he would be kinda confused at first, also trying to understand the science behind ‘cuteness aggression’

•Sasori would become concerned, hoping you don’t hurt your jaw or fuck up your teeth(since the man is a living puppet I couldn’t imagine him being considered ‘soft) but let’s just say he was soft and flesh like, he would be intrigued by the feeling

•I feel like he wouldn’t get turned on per se, but would definitely get some kind of thrill from it. Would love when you focus mostly on his neck or shoulders

Deidara:

•like Kisame, our explosive babe would be rather vocal about it. But he’d be more whiny. Whimpers, soft cries, whines would slip from his lips every time he feels your lips touch his skin and your teeth dig into him(deidara gets flustered so quickly when it comes to you)

•would be down and into the idea from the very beginning. Doesn’t even question you, just shrugs and encourages you.

•if you happen to bite him and he gets in the mood, which happens time to time because our baby is so enamored with you, i definitely think he mouth hands would come into play somehow.

Orochimaru

•who are we kidding? This man is INTO it. He loves sinking his fangs into you in general so when you turn around and do the same back, he’s so ready to put a ring on it.

•would beg and plea for you to leave scars on his skin and make him bleed. Wants you to nip and bite in places that are visible, but also doesn’t mind if you go for his chest

•his hands would find your hair, or would gently stroke your back whenever you decide to grace him with your biting. Orochimaru would feel honored that you find him cute enough that words can’t express it, that you have to do something physical to show it

I hope you enjoy this! I can’t wait to be sent more and more requests😩I’m loving everything I’ve been sent in! Love you all😘😘

[themotherofhorses]

omg vic imagine aemond that really wants to go home but realizes how happy and safe his sweet wife is in the modern world so he just embraces his househusband lifestyle and accepts his new life with his son🥹

pairing: aemond targaryen x modern!wife!reader

jla masterlist

Aemond stands by the window, rocking silently as he eyed the last bits of sunlight vanishing behind a row of sharp-peaked rooftops. It is tiny moments like this that make him miss his mother and sister and kid brother.

Jaehaerys and Jaehaera too, he thinks glumly. His sweet niece and nephew, always so delighted to see him. And Vhagar. His stomach tightens at the memory of them all, feeling like heavy rocks sinking deep within his belly.

He tries not to think about it. But it is all in stupid vain; he dreams of home almost every hour he lays abed, of the Red Keep and the sprawling hills and the vast, bright-blue skies.

"When you are ready to come home, my prince, all that is needed is to prick your finger- just enough for a droplet to fall.”

Aemond thinks about the rivers woman's words a lot. Sometimes his hand tingles with the strongest urge to unsheath his sword and slice his palm, just enough for Alys Rivers to feel.

He would bring his woman home- their son as well, and cloak her in all the riches across the realm.

I'll bring her home, and we will live in the Keep. She'll have a good hot meal and wine every night, and my mother will meet her grandson.

He turns from the window, gazing down at the wife kneeling on the living room floor with their babe. In her hand is a green dragon, one she named Vhagar, in honor of his mount, saying that it would be the closest thing to an egg. She waves it around Aemion's plump face.

Her hair hangs about her pretty face, and the smile on her lips is warm. Aemond feels himself falling in love with her again. He watches as Aemion grabs at the dragon with stumpy fingers, cradling it against his chest with big, violet eyes.

His lady's smile widens, and he feels his own heart flutter inside his breast.

It makes him want to kiss her, to carry her to their bedchamber, to fling her onto the bed, to make her heavy with his child again. He loves her so fucking much.

She is safer in her world (the healed scar across her lower belly is proof of that) and much happier too. He sees the way she lights up every time her mother or Aemion's aunt visits, excited to flaunt her son around. She easily rivals the sun. Isn't that all a good husband could wish for?

Aemond loves his home, in truth, and his family too, but he loves his lady wife more. Where she stays, he shall remain.

notes: his wifey totally orders the jellycat green fuddlewuddle dragon plushie. idc it's def canon.

[galaxy-lilies]

FINISHED THE HOTGUY ZINE AND AAAAAAAAH /POS

okay im going to put my thoughts under the cut cause OUGH this is going to be a long post LMAO

FIRST OFF can i just say how amazing and incredible the folk who organized the whole event are, they deserve absolute kudos

AND ANOTHER FIRST OFF: SHOUTOUT TO ALL THE LOVELY WRITERS, ARTISTS, EDITORS, ETC. WHO CONTRIBUTED YALL ARE INCREDIBLE

okay okay finally into the recap that was an amazing 3 and a half hours of my life

Pages 1-103:

When I first saw the heads up about how the zine was interconnected and skipping any part would potentially lead to some plot i was immediately intrigued then i was immediately hit with the other realization of "410 PAGES???? HELLO????"

the first comic was so fucking cute OMG LIZZIE'S DESIGN WAS SO CUTE AND THE SILLY SLIDESHOW HUMOR BETWEEN JOEL, SCAR, AND LIZZIE

"hold on let me make some edits-" "no let ME make some edits-"

the artstyle changing based on who was editing what, Joel just trying to support his wife, Scar purposely mishearing "cats" as "cash" absolute hilarity how i heart them all so

____________

AND THEN WE GET HIT WITH THE DOODY ART OOOOH MY DAYS CUTEGUY AND HOTGUY MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME AAAAAAH

Grian rocking the cloak, Scar just absolutely confuzzled: THEYRE SOOOO *shakes them*

_____________

and the shenanigans between Ren, Scar, and BDubs oh my god AND THE ON GOING BIT ABOUT HOW "if anyone says hotguy it immediately turns into the logo" it never fails to make me laugh

the early days of the mutation, the proposal of the union, PEARL'S LITTLE >:3c as she pressed publish OUGH

and the trail of petals grian left behind as he considered hotguy's proposal just *splat* i literally ate up all the art and the fics and the silly silly edits in this zine THEY WORLD BUILDING IS AMAZING

____________

speaking of world building: MUMBLR??? HELLOOOOOOO

THE ANON'S HAVING SILLY MUSTACHES BY DEFAULT

THE RANTING IN THE TAGS

THE MEMES

now i need to know, what does old mumblr *checks notes* teal? green? look like

____________

(at this point it was around 8 PM but after a long day i was already reaching the point of eepyness and i thought "surely i can finish reading the hOTGuY zine in one sitting!" spoiler alert: i did not)

____________

immediately when i saw the G Team comic i was reminded of the council of Grians LMAO Grian being the absolute chaotic one man band as he tries to collect all this evidence, the readers seeing Scar's means of transportation for the first time, and then *vine boom* SCULK

also ARIANA GRIANDE THE BELOVED HOW I HEART HER SOOOOOOOO i love all of the grians featured here, and the fact that permit office grian managed to make a silly appearance AND his permit shenanigans working in his favor- hE EVEN HAS THE "please hold." MUSIC- iconic i tell you, iconic

____________

I absolutely exploded into a million pieces seeing tibby's art then exploded again because "i can't see the end of the horizon...CUBFAN135- IS THAT YOU??!!?"

seeing the sculk snail follow behind scar idly, the fact that grian's only lead is cub ordering pizza like of all leads. but to be fair it does fit both of them LMAO

i am eating the sculk texturing btw it's very very tasty uwu

it's the fact that both of them turned to each other to yell "ARSON" like of course theyre at the ready to light things on fire

BUT THEN THIS PANEL

cub just over scar's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the match already out of grian's hand, the sculk snail also there to witness the chaos that is about to ensue *chefs kiss* poetic cinema

also i would buy this shirt

____________

oh my gods the emails, the emails were so fucking funny i- KJSDFHDSJK

BDubs immediately trying to screen Cub out and Cub just continuing his shenanigans unperturbed, grian at his wits end trying to contact scar but of course scar is busy and cub just assumes it's some impersonation account until further notice, TGC trying to contact them but once again Mr. Fan135 Does Not Give A Fuck and he lives to cause mild annoyances and chaos, what a guy LMAO

their littol email icons are so cute, when i saw pearl's i was like "WAH PUPPERRRR"

i havent seen many email-format type beat story telling before so this was an absolute joy to explore the story through pearl's detailed emails, grian's panicked typing (how was mans typing and sending so quickly with 365+ lazer eyed chickens chasing him like a mad man + a green gob- i mean goatman), and both bdubs' and cub's concern and nonchalance. not to mention bdubs just nodding along and going "well cub you have proven yourself...and uh- added a totally not a virus to scar's phone- BUT you have proven yourself...." absolute sillies, absolutely iconic

____________

THE TWITTER BEEF HAD ME CACKLING OH MY GOD THE QUOTE RETWEETS i would pay good money to see that in real time oh my god

mumblr user hermitopia-explained you will always be famous

okay i'll admit it i was distracted by the scitties- BUT the social media handles and names being remade into hermit puns and the fact he's chilling on mending beach I CAN'T

AND OUR ETERNAL QUEEN JELLIE i literally let out a small squeal looking at her she is sO *gently holds her*

birthday gorl getting absolutely spoiled, as she deserves

____________

scar finding a cloak just to do the sailor moon meme: iconic, showstopping, one of a kind, amazing, talented- i love these two idiots

____________

and as a heads up i'm going to try and separate these into about 100 pages each! so expect the next reblog soon

[kosmical]

alr i'll bite what's isat

Omg thanks for opening pandoras box! You will regret this

In stars and time is the recent food source of my brain eating amoeba and it Will Not Leave. before i get into why im rabid about it though ill give a brief synopsis . putting a read more here because i suspect this post will get LONG.

its a game about a classic rpg party on the last two days of their quest to save the country from The King who is freezing everything, including people, in time. the main character, Siffrin, is the party's rogue who, upon going into the House of Change (the game's dungeon so to speak) and promptly dying, finds out that they're trapped in a time loop. they're the only one who remembers repeating the last two days- aside from a star named loop who helps him try and figure out whats going on, why, and how to break out.

Now personally ive never been invested in a time loop story?? Im not sure if thats because i havent consumed much media thats implemented it before as its main premise or if i just havent been interested but i think in stars and time meshes the two different genres a time loop story can fall into really well (the mystery and the emotional conflict).

The mystery is what drives you through the game (and there are other questions unrelated to the timeloop about siffrin's origin and the world itself that i think handle a variety of themes like loss of culture and personal transformation really well but thats a different tangent) but the emotional parts are what really got me. You have to watch almost in the backseat as Siffrin is like. Slowly depersonalized from the people they care about. All while refusing to tell them anything about their misery because they don't want to burden them or drag them into his suffering. Even happy moments that Siffrin doesnt mind repeating become tainted because it becomes a matter of acting so that the "scene" doesnt stray from its path and his party doesnt become suspicious.

and yet they still DO, both in regards to Siffrin's World Alteringly Terrible Case of the Mondays and the actual time loop. they notice how tired and fake he seems. one of my absolute favorite scenes is one where you interact with a closet and it provokes a conversation about where Siffrin got their cloak from and how long they've had it, because its really one of a kind. it has temperature regulatory magic imbued in the stitches and is made to grow with him. And siffrin just cant fucking remember. not only because hes been looping so long that its created a haze over his mind but because he has no true "identity." and as he's scrambling to fill in an answer for this hole in his head, a gust of wind hits his face because one of their friends, isabeau, flapped his cloak while inspecting it to ground him. and he disguises it by commenting on the thickness of the cloak.

Getting this scene by accident on my playthrough made me feel so many feelings dude like . Siffrin isn't the only one trying to hide things. Their friends care about him so much and they try to disguise how concerned thwy are and its just. Im . Im Normal.

its not just about that though . Like if you start finding shit a little too fast they'll start catching on to whats happening. a little sound effect will play whenever you know something you shouldn't know and the others notice and whenever it happened i was like. Twisting in my seat waiting for them to call me out.

it all builds up into this really fucking painful emotional climax that i will not talk about because i don't want to spoil more than i already have but omg. I was writhing. It was. Hhhggnngh.hfg. Glass shards in ym mouth yummy

On the topic of shit i cant talk about: My favorite character is this fucking thing

I have held off from talking about loop's role in the story because i cant describe to you why they make me so ill. Not because i dont know Why but because it is something you should experience yourself. They're really charming and funny and their dialogue is fantastic. Of course that's part of the reason i lauve them but theres also the underlying secondary mystery of why they're here/who and or what they are/etc. And when u know. Its. I Cant Tell You. BUT ITS REALLY GOOD. ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD. Just know that if you get to the end and are still confused about them. That theres more than the main ending . AND IT IS PROBABLY WHY I AM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS GAME HONESTLY. I LOVE YOU FOREVER LOOP . im ok

In short: In stars and time is a game that is good and you should play it :) Im pretty sure its on sale right now on steam so yeah go get that.

if you made it through this fucking dissertation length post on isat CONGRATULATIONS ! heres some miscellaneous doodles ive done of it in the past month since ive played it love love

[tashacee]

Hi!!! You’re one of my favorites authors and I just wanted to drop a question!

So in your Mask!Wild series, I’ve counted Time with masks, Wind with a Korok mask, and ofc Wild with a mask, are there any other masks in the chain I’m missing? Not for the masquerade ball at least?

HI LAWN YOU'RE SO NICE OMG

And HMMMMMM MASKS YOU SAY? Well look what we have here....

Building Trust

Legend glared from his seat. It was well past midnight and he knew that at least a little of his anxiety would be settled by rest. But... not all of it.

He looked up. Warriors, the only one left awake, was waiting for a response, and much as Legend wanted to bite back a cutting response he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. But what to say? What was wrong? Nothing was wrong with Legend, it was just-

"It's Wild." he blurted all at once and then looked over at the closed door of the Champion's bedroom on instinct. Wars was looking at him in shock, so Legend hastened to explain. "I- i just. I don't know. I want to make him more comfortable and show him that I care. You know?"

He sighed and looked down at his hands again. "I... I don't know anything about wearing a mask. Hiding. I've always been... y'know. There. I used to be a pretty outgoing person and even now, i just... i don't know what to do. I don't ... know enough. About this."

For a long moment there was silence, and then-

“I… I had a mask once.” Warriors admitted quietly. He was fiddling with the edge of his scarf, staring determinately at the flagstone floor. The confident captain was gone - this was just warriors. Link. A young man who had been through more than anyone should.

“The… after the temple of souls I couldn’t take it. Didn’t want to go out. It always felt like she was watching me and it felt dirty. I started covering up. Big cloaks. Hats. Hoods. Wrapped my scarf round so it covered my face when I went out. Only my eyes were visible, the damn thing went up over my nose and everything. It was the middle of the summer too, I was sweltering and probably smelled pretty rancid but-“

He broke off with a laugh. “I just. I couldn’t take it any more. I didn’t want to be seen” He took in a shuddering breath and reached shakily for his water, sipping it slowly. He shook his head as he set it down.

“I bought the mask about a month after the temple. I wanted to wear it out but I knew the royal court would never accept it. The scarf up over my nose was one thing, but a full mask? Heh heh. They changed my name. My accent. I was already wearing the fancy ass rich boy mask they’d made me, they’d never accept that. But I wanted to. Hylia, I wanted to. I used to just. Stay in my room and stare at it. Trying to get up the courage to put it on.”

He laughed suddenly, shaking his head. “Then mask and the sailor found out. Little cretins. You ever tried explaining ‘body issues’ to a ten year old? He just looked at me and said ‘until you’ve been stuck as a tree, y’aint got issues’. And the little shit threw my mask in the fire. The gall of it!”

He paused, sighing. “I… still hid my face. In the scarf. For a long time after that. Took me going to therapy to sort it out. I- the thought of her seeing me, even after she was dead. It was a lot to handle. So yeah. I’ve… I’ve had experiences with masks.”

Legend stared. That was... a lot to take in. Like a lot. But he wasn't going to be sarcastic about it. Not with something so serious.

"What..." he cleared his throat. "What can I do to help then? Cause somehow i don't think throwing his mask in the fire is a good idea."

Wars snorted. "Fuck, no." he laughed and shook his head. "Time. Time and a safe space. And a metric shittonne of therapy, but somehow I don't think we can provide that."

Legend cracked a smile. "A safe space, huh? I think we can make that happen."

[themotherofblood]

I would love to request a smutty Daemyra x reader piece where reader is being an irritating brat and they have to settle her down (if you’re comfortable with that!! Pretty please and thank you!)

omg yes!! I can write this one, but just for more context perhaps both daemon and rhaenyra are doing there political work and running dragonstone and reader is just being an attention whore? I hope this satisfies your request

Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

smut, spanking,. Humiliation soft dom! Rhaenyra, mean dom! Daemon. dubcon-ish, clit play. Oral (f) humping pillow

Two week,

Two weeks and four days!

You had woken up alone and gone to bed alone for two weeks, you were a noble lady; you understood the responsibilities that burdened Daemon and Rhaenyra. The spent hours holed up in their study or by the painted table.

You understood and you waited.

What you did not understand is how little attention they were paying to you, first, it was the small things, not being available to breakfast together or take you along dragon-riding while their kids practice. Then it was crawling into bed hours later than they had promised.

You didn’t care.

Then came the interruptions, head buried in Rhaenyra's thighs and Daemon deep within you and yet his squires thought it wise to take Daemon away from you.

You had devised ways, refraining from wearing small clothes as you subjectively rubbed your arse against Daemon’s cock, pawing at Rhaenyra’s breast any shrivel of time she found to embrace you or being bare as you awaited them in bed, only to succumb to sleep alone

Still nothing.

At first, you were understanding, being a good girl and waiting, and waiting.

Then your lusts clawed at your insides, again you tried to be good, they would come to you- you’d thought.

No more!

You were extremely frustrated and touch-starved. A hungry animal lashing out.

You laid your plans out, even if it was to irk them. You would do anything to make them touch you.

Just as you woke up alone this morning, you stopped your handmaidens from dressing you into a proper lady, fuck the silks, fuck the corsets.

You had found your way in your spouse's shared study, humming a song under your breath as the knights stationed by the door let you through.

Daemon was sat at the head of the table as Rhaenyra placed next to him, discussing strategies no doubt. Your husband noticed you first, his eyes having to double take your figure stood by the door in just your white sleep shift and shawl that did nothing to cover you up. Rhaenyra caught your eyes second, she too frowned at your exposed state.

That sleep shift did nothing to cover your body, merely a sham of a garment as the lining of your breasts and perked nipples from the cold were much visible to any suspecting onlooker.

You said nothing, just gave them a loving smile and walked to the library, climbing onto the ladder to grab a book, the outline of your arse much prominently teasing both Targaryens.

The gold cloaks and vassal lords that surrounded the table knew better than to look at you, if it wasn’t Daemon that would carve out their eyes it would be Rhaenyra who fed them to the dragons.

You were kittenish, coy as you padded your way over to where the were sat. Leaning down to press a kiss onto Daemon’s cheek while giving him a good glance at your breasts before leaning up to do the same to Rhaenyra.

You nearly giggled at Daemon’s jaw ticking as you walked out.

Now for the cardinal crime.

Did you know you were not to touch yourself?

Yes.

Did your care?

No.

You’d stripped yourself bare in your shared chambers, walking around leisurely, trying on one of many different necklaces Rhaenyra had, pulling on your pretty mesh stockings before laying your eyes on your victim.

Your imaginations didn’t take much, the thought of Rhaenyra and Daemon punishing you had you pooling in between your folds in no time. You rubbed that little throbbing bud in between your legs, positioning yourself above a pillow as you moved your hips against the soft fabric.

Rhaenyra and Daemon remained at task, sticking to major topic without any diversions. They were out of the meeting within minutes, both of them annoyed at your little act.

Their prim and proper lady wife had now found amusement in whoring. Both of them knew exactly where they would find her, just as the neared their quarters the could already here the loud moans and whimpers coming from their bed chambers. The few guards stationed by knew better than to turn a blind ear to their lady’s moans.

Rhaenyra burst through the chamber door, Daemon a quick step behind her. Both of their eyes fell on your bare body grinding against the pillow on their bed.

Just from the flush on your face and the shaking in your thighs they could tell you had peaked…without them.

“What do you think you are doing?” Rhaenyra questioned as she took off her earrings, Daemon swiftly unbuckled his sheath and disarmed himself of his dagger.

“Nothing.” You chimed, still rubbing your sopping cunt on the pillow.

“Enjoy that did you? Parading yourself like a little whore to the court?” Daemon breathed out, leaning against the post of the bed.

You smirked, nodding as another whimper tore through your mouth.

“Why are you being this way, you are our sweet girl aren't you?” Rhaenyra cooed as she untangled the ribbons holding her dress together.

Daemon scoffed “She is just a little slut, go on then, come for us.” He hardly tweaked your nipple in between his fingers.

You gasped at the hurt coursing through your bosom, a small sinister part of your reveled in it, you got what you wanted. You moved your hips harder, letting your swollen bud rub against the material.

“Look at her, she’s being such a good girl.” Rhaenyra pushed your hair back, as she admired you grinding body.

“Just a needy little slut, aren't you?” Daemon spat

The duality between the two had you hurtling towards your second orgasm in minutes. You cried out as your legs spasmed.

The second you peak wash over you, Daemon yanked you forward.

“I hope you fucking enjoyed that for you have hell to pay, zaldritos.”

Rhaenyra shuffled forward into bed, spreading her legs open as she looked at you adoringly.

“Come here sweet girl,” She motioned with her fingers

“You better make her come for your sake.”

You hesitated, a sheer act of a tantrum

“B-but I want Rhaenyra’s mouth.” You pouted, earning your a sharp smack on your rear, the rings on Daemon’s fingers making it sting that much harder.

You grinned despite the throbbing on your arse

Rhaenyra reached forward to hold your jaw.

“Why are you being this way, your always so well-behaved. Our pretty girl.”

“Our pretty whore, you mean. Showing her tits like that to the court.” Daemon was far angrier than you'd ever witnessed, perhaps you bit of more than you could chew.

“You better start eating that cunt, or I swear your arse will glow red when I’m done!” Daemon bellowed his warning.

“Yes, my lord.”

Another smack on your left cheek.

“Yes, your grace.”

You dove right into a lap at Rhaenyra’s folds, hungrily sampling her cunt. Relishing in the taste of her after so long, with it also followed consistent bare-handed spanks on your rear. You whimpered into Rhaenyra’s core. You wife kept petting your hair like you were her pet cat, moaning and cooing at you as your feasted on her. You spread her folds, laying kitten licks right onto her reddening bud.

“That’s it, my good girl.” She moaned arching her back of the bed.

“Such a naughty fucking whore,” Daemon rested from spanking your ass red as he spread them to find your cunt soaking wet. Rhaenyra held your head as she ground her pussy into your mouth, coating your chin and nose in her juices.

Daemon rammed his fingers into your cunt, with ease curling them down ward to hammer into your cunt.

“Wanted to be a whore just to come? Go on then, keep fucking coming.” Daemon’s finger’s were persistent. Though his movement were violent, all aimed to make you pay for breaking a rule. You couldn’t ignore his hand that rubbed at your throbbing rear.

Rhaenyra squealed, releasing all over your face, her chest heaving as her orgasm wash over her.

“Daemon,” She reasoned with her husband, hell bent in making their wife pay.

“She’s being good now. You’re going to be good now aren’t you?” She questioned, stroking your cheek.

You said nothing.

Another smack on your arse before Daemon flipped your over. Rhaenyra shuffled your body in between her legs, holding your body steady.

Daemon shuffled into bed, tugging at his cock. Clearly prepared to fuck you into oblivion.

He gave no warning as sharp thrust filled your cunt full of him. He set an unforgiving pace, making your eyes roll back, you cunt already sensitive from your past orgasms. Rhaenyra stroked at your face. Whispering sweet words as Daemon treated you like a common whore.

Such contrast had you hurtling towards yet another orgasm, shuffling away from Daemon as his efforts refused to fail. Both of them held you down as your cried from overstimulation.

“What? I thought you wanted to come? Is this not attention enough for your slutty cunt?” Daemon grunted.

“It’s okay sweet girl. Just one more, give him one more.” She cooed as she reached forward to toy with your swollen bed. You cried out, feeling her fingers roll and flick the nub between her finger.

“Please, please I am sorry.” You begged, highly overwhelmed the throb running through your cunt. “Your grace forgive me.” You cried.

She pressed harder onto your nub, making you scream as you gushed in your husbands cock, his thrust led you through your orgasms as he breathed out his spend within you.

Just as the all dwindled to a static calm, your small cries of apologies and mewls didn’t stop.

“Shh, you did so well,” Rhaenyra kissed your temple “Daemon tell her she was good.” She hissed at her husband.

“I’m sorry,” You whimpered at your husband, he caressed your cheek as he pulled out of your weeping pussy.

“Our pretty zaldrititos.”

[allykakamatsu]

Playing XC2 if you played Torna first is a very different experience

Aka, a rough list of all my reactions to things that I shouldn't of reacted to on a first run cause I played Torna first-

(Note, I played both games for the first time years ago, this is just a recreation of my reactions.)

(Chapter 1) Aww Azurda has new adopted human and this one calls him Gramps that's adorable!

meeting new Torna for the first time Aww it's a cute Gormotti girl-! Why is Malos here-?! JIN WHY ARE YOU WITH MALOS WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!

Okay so Malos has a blade now, checks out given that his core is probably wrecked after what Mythra did to him but I guess Aegis's can be Drivers now.

JIN WHY DID YOU STAB A CHILD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!?!

Oh, so Pyra is Mythra's new self. She seems sweet but I want my sassy girl back.

(Chapter 2) Yay Gormott! Glad to see it's not burned to the ground anymore.

If I had a nickel for every time Brighid attacked us thinking we were criminals I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's funny it happened twice.

Why isn't Pyra's fire affected by the water- oh is it cause of Mythra?

Oh, so Mórag is Brighid's new driver. Should've figured that out sooner but they're a cool looking pair. Wonder where Aegeon is though.

(Chapter 3) Hey Cole's scar kinda reminds me of Minoth, wonder what happened to him.

In between my tears over what just happened MYTHRA'S BACK FUCK YEAH!!!

(Chapter 4) Addam why the hell are you wearing a cloak you weren't wearing it in that scene.

MYTHRA I GET THAT YOU'RE UPSET AND PROBABLY STILL DEPRESSED OVER MILTON I AM TOO BUT I'M SORRY!!!

Wait.... COLE WAS MINOTH?!?! Jeez man what happened? I know you said you were a failed Flesh Eater but I didn't realise that meant this...

Also Minoth man, I love you but I think old age has made you senile why the hell are you sending us to Amalthus?

get's control of Mythra YES!! And omg her specials are her old arts that's adorable!!

Oh so this is the 'Evil Tifa' I've heard people joke about- wait.... MIKHAIL?!?! MY SON?! Okay this means you survived whatever the hell Amalthus did that's good, but it's been 500 years how are you still alive regardless? Also he's evil now which is bad but at least he's with his dad Jin.

WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME FIGHT MY SON GAME?!?!?!

Okay upside, Brighid's back at least and yup she's still awesome. And her specials are her old arts too that's still adorable.

Haze my babygirl you're back-! Wait, Fan la Norne? I'm with Mythra on this one when did that happen? And why is half of your core gone?

(More under cut)

(Chapter 5) Okay yeah I'm doubly with Mythra something happened to Haze and I am concerned.

Okay I can see why Addam picked this place for the Tornan refugees this place is beautiful.

Wait, Zeke's the Prince of where? I have not heard of Tantal before, is it new or am I forgetting something? (it was in-fact, relatively new)

in the same tone of 'Dinkleberg' Amalthus..... I can't prove it yet but you're the one behind Haze's missing core aren't you?

YES!! REX!! AMALTHUS WAS MALOS'S DRIVER DON'T TRUST HIM!!

Jin, I again ask what the hell happened to you?

Empty Moment- OH GOD THAT'S HIS LEVEL 4 I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT FELT LIKE AAGGHH!!

Jin what are you doing- HAZE NO!!! JIN I KNOW HAZE HATED AMALTHUS AND HE PROBABLY DID SOMETHING TO HER BUT WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!

after I'm finished crying Oh, hey Aegeon, was wondering when you'd show up. And that's the Emperor of Mor Ardain? Aww, he looks like an even more baby Hugo-! Wait... Hugo.... oh no.

(Chapter 6) Niall what are you doing no no no-! NOT AGAIN!!!

Okay, Nia, thank you for stopping history from repeating itself.

The Tantalese are descendent from Addam, that can't be right Addam went to Leftheria-! Zettar started this, didn't he?

No tier lists I don't care if Aegeon sucks I'm gonna use him anyway because I am biased.

'Cadet Branch of the Royal Family' Yup, Zeke is descendant from Zettar, RIP my man having to be in the same bloodline as him.

GAME WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME FIGHT MY SON AGAIN-!! WHY DOES MIKHAIL HAVE A CORE CRYSTAL?!?!

Pyra Mythra no no no you two aren't just made to destroy don't go with them no no NO!!!

(Chapter 7) Ah, so this is where Addam hid the third sword. 5 minutes of gameplay later I can see why he hid it down here, this place would drive anyone mad.

Is this what it feels like to be on the receiving end of Addam's talent art? Cause all these reinforcements have to be equivalent to being perma toppled and launched with how long this takes.

Addam drop the hood already.

Malos you fucking bastard when I get my hands on you....!! Jin you can stay but you're on think fucking ice pardon the pun.

YES!! REX GIVE THOSE GIRLS THERAPY THEY NEED IT!!!

(Chapter 8) You know, I'm pretty sure most people picked Pyra here calls Pneuma Mythra but I am not most people

YAY!! I can play as Jin again! And he is somehow even more overpowered than before!

Jin why are you lying to Brighid, she's more mature but she's otherwise the same.

Jin... ate.... oh... I should've.... figured but.... oh god.... I just thought loosing Lora messed him up but having to eat.... yeah between that and Amalthus no wonder he's like this.

Torna......

Aww, nice Jin's still in there, he let us go and told Brighid the truth.

(Rest of the game cause I love it but I forget the chapter markers) So.... um.... Jin I'm glad you were able to find love again after Lora but why did it have to be Malos? Like this is weirdly sweet but this is a weird progression.

AMALTHUS I KNEW YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH HAZE MALOS YOU ARE OFFICIALLY PRIORITY 2 THIS BASTARD DIES FIRST!!

Okay that's how Mikhail survived this long so I guess Amalthus was good for one thing.

No no no no no no no- MIKHAIL!!!!! Why.....?!?- Oh god they're showing the scene where he met Lora and Jin again GAME WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?!

Okay I wanted to help Jin and stop Amalthus anyway but now I'm doing it for my baby boy.

Don't worry Jin I've got your back. THIS IS FOR LORA HAZE MIKHAIL AND EVERYONE ELSE YOU BASTARD!!!!!!

...... J... Jin...... chapter 9 is living up to it's name because I was a rainstorm of tears after this

Malos for Jin's sake I don't want to kill you anymore can you please stop- damn it!!

Never thought I'd be sad to see Malos go but, here we are.

Pyra, Mythra, what are you- no no no no NO!! POPPI I KNOW YOU'RE KEEPING YOUR PROMISE AND WE HAVE TO LEAVE BUT LET ME GO I HAVE TO SAVE THEM!!!!

bawling crying until the two come back and the tears become happy tears Heh... thank god....

[shesjustanothergeek]

His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x FemReader|

Part Two

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, nor how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: OMG, OMG, OMG, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE! I hope I tagged everyone that wanted it. I thought few people would be interested in this story, so THANK YOU.

Chapter Warnings: Literal fucking grooming like IDK what else there is.

A pounding on your bedroom door woke you. You didn't want to listen as they shouted at you to get up, curling further into your scratchy wool blankets.

Thump, thump, thump, it sounded again. You groaned, slinking off the bed and down the straw mattress, hugging yourself against the cold.

"Yes," you answered the door in a sing-song voice, leaning on the frame. Lyra quickly ran inside your room, shutting the door and locking it from the inside. You looked at her, puzzled, as she ran around, closing the curtains and going into your small wardrobe. "What are you doing?" You asked, following her with your eyes as she scurried like a mouse.

"We must hurry. It will not be long until he is here." Her hair was wild as she found your satchel, shoving as many clothes as she could into it.

You were on her heels in an instant. "What? Who is coming, Lyra?" You attempted to put your hand on her shoulder, but she brushed it off, your panic slowly beginning to match hers.

"Make haste, sweet girl. Get your shoes," she pointed at the two lumps of worn brown leather, throwing them when you didn't move.

"Lyra, please speak plainly. You are frightening me," you said softly, fiddling with your thumbs.

At the sound of your timid voice, Lyra finally stopped, turning to you quickly as she saw the expression on your face.

In her panic, she ignored you, forgetting what Madam had told her. Her words had been grave, trusting Lyra with the news that had reached them from the Red Keep. Lyra couldn't tell you the truth; that was made clear to her by Madam. It could make things so much worse, but seeing you standing there, with glassy eyes and a girlish demeanor, so kind and innocent, made her heart melt.

"We-we have to..."

Lyra couldn't do it. She couldn't lie to you. She trusted Madam's judgment to keep this as vague as possible, but she didn't have to speak face-to-face with you. Lyra wished she had been there instead.

"Oh Gods, please forgive me Madam," Lyra begged, cursing herself for what she was about to do, looking up at the ceiling. "Your father is coming. He means to take you away from us."

Your mouth fell open, a dreadful yet excited feeling churning in your stomach. "My father?" You asked, unsure if your sleepy ears deceived you.

"Yes, he is coming here. Please hurry." Lyra shoved as many items as she could fit into the bag, handing you a dark cloak as she unlocked the door and stepped into the hall.

Too much time had passed with the whisper game everyone connected to the royal family played. Lyra knew what it would mean for him to come here, but whether it was to kill you or have you be with your blood relatives, she did not know. Either outcome was not something she wanted you to experience.

You were frightened by Lyra's body language as she led you through the candle-lit hallways and down the creaky, wooden stairs. The only way to either exit was through the main floor or down into the cellar, and even then, you would still have to navigate through the working women and their customers. Your father had not made his appearance yet, and Lyra was relieved as you reached the last step that everything seemed normal.

You had never met him, your father, or anyone related to you by blood. Your mother had left her family long before you were conceived. A land that was far to the North, Madam had once told you, but other than that, you had yet to learn where they could be.

It made you feel guilty how flustered Lyra was as she yanked you to the back exit, that you were thrilled with the possibility of meeting a relative. You couldn't understand why they would be so scared of him. He stayed away this long without so much as a letter, so who was to say that he would show?

You were sure he only wanted to see you as a parent would for a child they hadn't known existed. If he genuinely cared about your mother enough to commit such actions with her, why hadn't he come sooner? Indeed he would have seen your mother pregnant. There was no way she could hide something like that forever. That part always needed clarification for you. Ma refused to give you the full details no matter how much you bugged her, and all of the other girls would glace quickly to the side and excuse themselves when you asked.

"Lyra, why is my father coming for me now, after all these years? Madam said he did not want me. Did Ma lie to me?" Lyra froze, looking around the dim hallway that led to the back door.

She was taken aback by how plainly you asked these tough questions, by how you would stare up at her with wide eyes, curiosity being the only emotion in them. You did not beat around the bush. Even at a young age, you knew what you wanted and would not dance around it. It was a trait few adults possessed, and Lyra admired it.

"No, no. The Madam would not lie to you," she brushed the strands of hair tussled by sleep as she stared her blue eyes into yours. "She would never lie to you, dearest." You narrowed your eyes at her before you spoke.

"Then why is she so afraid of him?"

Lyra made a noise in the back of her throat, unable to answer. She knew she couldn't tell you of your father's status. As a girl with an investigative mind, she realized that you would want to be with him if you found out. What child wouldn't?

"Lyra, I want to stay and meet him." You crossed your arms and planted your feet, stating your final position.

"No, you cannot," she protested quickly, grabbing your bicep and attempting to lead you to the exit. You stood firm, unwavering with your decision as she tugged again.

"Stop this foolishness! You do not wish to meet your father," she said, frustrated.

"Yes, I do!" You pulled your arm out of her grip, backing up and few paces. "I have been good, Auntie! I haven't asked Ma about my father in a very long time. I have never asked her to see him, or have attempted to run away to meet him!"

Your voice was more complex. You were pouring out all the questions you had kept bottled since you could think.

"Why has Ma not let me see him? Why has she kept me hidden since I was born?" Lyra pursed her thin lips in sympathy, feeling for you as she saw tears well in your exotic eyes. She knew of the apparent reasons Madam treated you the way she did, but Lyra could not speak for Madam, and no explanation was able to form.

"Tell me, Lyra, tell me," you shouted.

She began to plead with you, attempting to grab your hands as you kept retreating further and further away from her until both of you were no longer near the back exit. "I cannot speak for Madam, but you know she loves you. You know that everything she has ever done has solely been in your best interest, to protect you!"

"To protect me from what? My father? To save me from being with my own blood?" Your hands gestured wildly, tears now flowing freely down your plump cheeks.

"We are your blood, not your father!" Lyra clutched her chest, her voice and face mirroring yours. "We raised you! Ma raised you, not him! We taught you to walk, led you to speak, made you who you are now! We cleaned your scraped knees and picked the rocks out of your hands when you fell! I helped you through your first bleed! Does that mean nothing? Does the parent you have never met mean more to you that that?"

You hiccuped, rubbing vigorously at your snot and tear-covered skin as Lyra approached you as if you were a frightened animal. Perhaps you were; you certainly felt like one.

"Let her go then," Madam's voice startled the both of you as she entered the brothel. "Let our daughter leave us to be with the man who will never care for her. Not like we have." Lyra looked between you, eyes flickering rapidly as she tried to understand Madam's reasoning.

"Madam," Lyra protested weakly, "I do not understand..."

Ma had an expression on her face you had never seen directed at you before, only at patrons who had disrespected her in some way before she kicked them out.

The conflict raged within you. Your chest tightened, a string suffocating your heart until it could not beat. Your mind knew it wanted Madam, the woman who had loved you unconditionally, it seemed, up until this moment, but the young, selfish, reckless part of you wished for the man they kept you from. That could be something you and your father had in common. A trait that could be passed on even without his presence.

"Ma..." you said, voice soft and quiet like the kid you were.

"If it is your father you want, it is your father you will see."

The pain in your chest was replaced with fear as Ma walked towards you, grabbing you by the scalp. You yelped and shouted in protest, trying to break free without hurting yourself even more as she dragged you to the front door, stopping and positioning your face to hers.

"Lyra. The bag." She mentioned with her head as Lyra handed it to her, staring at it for a moment before shoving it into your torso and opening the door. You stumbled backward into the busy street. The loud sounds of people chattering with drunken slurs were the only thing you could hear. A woman you had never seen stood in Madam's place, years of love and memories all wiped from her mind.

"Do not return here. Be with your father."

You hated the streets of Flea Bottom. It was always crowded, and now, in the heat of high summer, that was the last thing you wanted. It wasn't so bad from your place under a fabric awning, but the stink of bodies, all perspiring from the morning work, was enough to make even the freshest milk curdle. The air shined with humidity and heat. The puddles from yesterday's storm were warm as you washed the sweat and tears from your face.

The market deflated slightly, everyone closing their stalls for a midday meal as you sauntered from your hiding spot. The merchants were distracted and careless, and you quickly grabbed whatever you wanted from their stocks, indulging your childish desires. Your satchel bulged with trinkets and an apple by the time you were satisfied. As the throng of people moved, you let yourself be swept by the current. Your nimble fingers darted in and out, always fleeting touches—a coin purse off a man's hip, a bracelet from a woman's wrist. The villagers were too busy shuffling along to notice a five-foot-something pickpocket next to them in the crowd.

A gang of children, little thieves in training, you thought, slinking through the people with sticky, searching fingers. They're too young to be good at it, and the City Watchmen is quick to intervene. The kids would be sent to the stocks, or worse, have their tiny fingers sliced off, ensuring they would never steal again. No mercies were given for the scum of Flea Bottom.

A sharp pull on the hood of your cloak nearly makes you tumble backward. You turn, grabbing at the hand and squeezing tight, so they won't be able to run away. Instead of a skinny kid, you find yourself staring at a smirking face.

"You." Prince Aegon chuckles, shaking off your grip.

"Me," he responds, still with that dumb smirk. You grimace, crossing your arms as you catch the way he eyes your body.

"What are you doing here, my Prince," you mock the title, bowing as an added effect. "I would expect you to be knee-deep in whores at Madam's place by now." Aegon chortled, clapping your shoulder as he urged you forward along with the crowd.

"That was my plan, little one, but I would rather keep your company." He linked his arm with yours, placing his large hand over your smaller one. You scoffed but didn't protest as he led you in the opposite direction of the brothel. "If I may ask," he started, stroking the top of your fist, "what are you doing here, so far away from your home? It is not safe for a girl like you to be wandering the streets alone. You might encounter some unsavory individuals."

"I can handle myself, your grace. I have fared these sandstone streets and alleyways my whole life. I did not get the luxury of feather tick mattresses to dream on and goblets of wine to warm my throat." Aegon bellowed at your dig into his pampered life, nearly doubling over as he held his stomach. His breath smelled like he hadn't drunk water in days, which was probably true.

His laughter continued as you walked hand in hand. It was a loud, boisterous noise that seemed to stretch on for far too long. The villagers began to give both of you looks. You shifted uncomfortably, attempting to remove your hand from Aegon's arm, but he refused to let go, gripping your fingers until they turned white, still snickering.

"I am glad my impoverished upbringing entertains you, my Prince," you snapped, yanking your arm with enough force to be free finally.

He loved how you spoke his title like poison in your wet, pink mouth. It brought satisfaction that no Dornish wine or untouched virgin pussy could get him. Your words flowed through his ears and into his bones, sinking into the marrow and becoming the blood he needed to survive.

Aegon tucked a strand of hair that came to lose from the braided style you wore, staring as he traced his grimy fingertip through the patterns, disarming you with gentleness. You were beautiful, enchantingly dark eyes with purple staring back at him with parted lips. A soft, curious expression is painted on your face.

"You speak so eloquently for a girl of your station," he confessed, not thinking as your beauty mesmerized him. Your gentle face soon morphed back into a hardened one, insulted at his comment.

"I also seem to have all my teeth and keep my legs closed too. There are many things a girl of my station can possess," you said harshly.

Aegon felt his cock thump in his trousers, begging to spring free and find its place between your lips. He wondered what words you would say then-- what sounds you would make. He wanted to snuff out that fire within you but also stoke it. See how wild he could make the inferno until every single land of the Seven Kingdoms was ashes. Only then would he dampen it, place the cover over the yellow-orange flames with simple touches or sweet words, and then start the process once more.

"I meant no offense, my lady," he apologized, holding his hands up in surrender. You didn't give the dignity of a response, only humming as you turned your eyes forward.

***

Judging by the position of the sun setting in the west of Kings Landing, it was around seven in the evening, curfew only three hours into the future. Without realizing it, Aegon had led you back to Ma's place, stopping at the front entrance littered with giggling women and slurring men.

You had wandered the road and alleyways to the Streets of Silk, the different shopping districts, and back to Flea Bottom, talking mindlessly about anything and everything that slipped past your lips. 

Your image of Prince Aegon in your head was completely different than how he was. He was still a drunk, pampered palace boy who got whatever he wanted when he wanted, but there was something else there, too, behind the thick veil of impulsiveness he used as a disguise. To your surprise, he was thoughtful, polite, and observant. It was easy for the drunken prince to be written off as someone that wouldn't remember what you said moments prior, too self-absorbed in his cup to care. But they were wrong. It was unwise for people to believe that, which is why he knew so much about the people in court.

He knew that Lady Tyrell had taken on a female lover. That Cregan Stark hated the Hightowers with a burning passion rivaling Daemon Targaryen himself and that Lord Beesbury was allergic to bees. (The irony was not lost on you as you laughed until tears were in your eyes.) Aegon's affinity for making people feel like he wasn't significant enough to keep their secrets from him was astounding. You would think that the eldest-born son of King Viserys would be seen as more important than that. You wondered what his reputation was inside the Red Keep. His being a drunk was not a reason to have loose lips around him.

"This is our final destination, my lady. I wouldn't want your mother to cut my ear off, she seemed moments from it when I first met you a fortnight ago." He could only recall the streak of white in your hair as you hugged yourself to Madam at the time. You giggled, remembering the rage on Ma's face when she saw him talking to you, then remembering that same rage was directed at you not too long ago. 

Aegon smiled down at you, his breath no longer stinking of alcohol but of the sweet citrus blend of juice he had bought for the both of you. The pain was still fresh in your mind, the happy memories of today overshadowed by it. He took notice and gently turned you to face him, your eyes downcast in shame. 

You were beginning to cry and did not want him to see it-- see you so weak. You may have portrayed yourself as a strong, independent, blossoming young woman who could take care of her own needs, and to a point, you were, but you were still a girl. You needed Ma.

You sniffled, trying to move away from Aegon, but he held you firm, gripping your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

"What is wrong, little one?" He asked sweetly, only making the salty tears spill more. "My pretty girl, please speak to me. Is it because you do not want our fun to end," he jested, though still concerned.

"No," you mumbled softly, shaking your head as your saliva turned to globs in your mouth. It took everything inside him not to kiss you right there.

"Then tell me, so I can mend it." Aegon sounded so sure of himself that he almost convinced you. He was so kind to you that you believed he would do anything you asked. Perhaps you could ask him to run in there and demand Ma to take you back. You probably could.

"I made a mistake," you said before collapsing into his body, hands clutching at his brown tunic.

Aegon felt his heart skip a beat when your short arms wrapped around his torso; his reaction was delayed as he did the same for you. He wanted to do so many things to you. He wanted to carry you to his quarters in the Red Keep and bed you. He wanted to steal that precious maidenhood of yours, watch the same tears flowing under him, but he could not.

For the first time in years, Aegon Targaryen showed restraint.

His arms were crushing you, but you didn't care. You welcomed the physical pain, focusing on that rather than the emotional.

"Ma hates me," the words began to leak from your mouth before you realized it. "She-she told me never to come back because... because..." A sob ripped from your chest, and you pressed into Aegon further, so you could feel him squeeze you tighter.

"Why does she hate you?" He questioned into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your sweat.

"Because I am a terrible daughter! Because I am a horrible person! Because I want to know my father! I am the child of a whore and a deadbeat." The people lining the entrance began to turn their heads at the pair of you, seeing the white-haired prince holding a young girl crying. They knew what that meant and kept to themselves. "I have lost the only people in the world who care about me." You knew you sounded childish, but you were too upset to care.

"You are not a bad person or terrible daughter. I do not believe that at all. Your intelligence and beauty are far more superior than any woman or man at court." His comforting words made you feel slightly better, happy to hear the affirmations you desperately needed finally. "Our time together, though it has been brief, has been the happiest moments of my life, and I have attended a New Year celebration with the Dothraki," Aegon boasted as he pinched your arse. You squealed, swatting at him as you tried to get away, chuckling.

Aegen let go of you, his arms trembling from how hard he squeezed you as he looked into those beautiful eyes again. He was still in a lust-filled drunken haze when he met you. The memory of you from a fortnight ago was very muddy. The more minor details of your body were forgotten. Oh, how the purple in them reminded him of his own, and the white streak woven into your hair was similar to his.

Oh...

How had he not seen this sooner when it was staring at him right in the face? It finally made sense, the sudden arrival of his Uncle. Aegon had thought it weird for Daemon to arrive without Rhaenyra and the rest of them unannounced and even more strange that he wanted to speak with his mother and Larys Strong. But now, it all made sense why his mother had looked so interested in his drunk rambling one dinner. Daemon had sired a bastard, and that was you.

He smiled to himself. It explained why you had that fire, why Aegon felt so drawn to you. You had the blood of the dragon coursing through your veins.

"Do not laugh at me, Aegon. It is not funny." You push him away, embarrassed that you have let yourself become so exposed in front of him.

"I am not laughing at you, little one," he said kindly, "I just thought of something that might make this all better." You snorted in disbelief and rubbed the tears away.

"What could possibly make this better?" You questioned skeptically as he grinned. His sweet words at done a great deal to help, but the pain was so raw and fresh that you needed a distraction.

"Accompany me tonight, my fair maiden," Aegon bowed deeply at the waist, extending his palm out, "and you shall find out." 

Smut? NO! Only fluff! Don't worry, we'll get to the debauchery in the next part. ;)

You let out a shakey breath, almost laughing as you took his hand. He kissed your knuckles, brushing them with his thumb as he led you into the humid darkness.

Thank you for reading!

Master List of Series

Tagged peeps: @zeennnnnnn, @malfoytargaryen, @targaryencore, @justasmallbean, @alexandra-001, @buckysmainhxe, @omgsuperstarg, @sommornyte, @minttea07, @silverslive, @unclecrunkle

[ginger375]

Magneto lives

The sheer number of cameos for this episode... Avengers were expected, but Daredevil? Cloak and Dagger? Fucking Psylocke?!? Pleasant surprise.

For a season finale, I think they did pretty well.... sucks we're going to have to wait FOREVER for season 2.

Random thoughts:

Charles and Magnus coming out to each other im the flashback was *chef's kiss*

"Fate got my back." Lol

Bastion called Cyclops a deadbeat dad omg

Oh snap, Phoenix is back!

Bastion bitch slapping Cable with his own arm, another omg

Ugggghhhh, is the Jospeh this going to happen?

Rogue makes a card pun.

"His name was Gambit" oh my heart

Oh double snap, Magneto Protocols!

Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver! Polaris making it on the family boat too!

The water as a metaphor for pain was pretty great.

Jubilee, take off those wrecked shades, you're gonna get poked in the eye.

Always nice to have the love of your life by your bedside, right Logan? (Obviously I'm talking about Morph)

Bishop's back!!

Redd and Slym gonna raise baby Cable!!

Time travel shenanigans for season 2!!!

OH TRIPLE SNAP GAMBIT AS DEATH TEASER!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!

While the whole Gambit as Death thing in the comics was super fucking cringe at the time, after seeing what was done with 97 as a whole, I think they could do it justice. Be curious is anyone else from Genosha gets resurrected into the other Horsemen spots or if living mutants will be chosen.

I hate to say it, but Young Magneto is kinda hot.

They should just make out already.