#and in dance… we all saw this coming

[thisthisthisandthis]

well.

[doxypsychlean]

I need irresistible pt2 omg

HERE IT FKN ISSSS!!!

Irresistible pt.2

Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Previous chapter: Irresistible pt.1

Warnings: NSFW content, Explicit language, Targcest lol

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen (you knew it was coming, come on now)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Couldn't help myself, but turn this into something more...emotional? Ig? Meh, you'll see what I'm talking abt. And ofc the attention goes to Aegon, can't have it any other way.

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Two pairs of hands tugged at her clothes with equal hunger and impatience. She turned to face the older brother, her hands reaching to unclasp the gold chain that was hanging around his neck. Aegon took the moment to steal a kiss, eliciting a shocked moan out of the woman.

"You're getting greedy, it's my wedding night."

"It's hers too. Now shut it."

Aemond's hands stopped moving, now resting on his wife's waist. He looked at his older brother who was kissing down her neck in return.

"How about you say that again, brother?"

"Shut. It."

Aemond reached past her shoulder, hand wrapping around Aegon's neck. In the process, he'd managed to push the lady to the side, not even realizing it.

"Shall I leave the room? You two look like you've got it all covered." She said jokingly, coming between the two men once more. "Aemond, love...Remember what we talked about?"

The Prince hummed, the sound coming out from low in his throat.

"Tell him to stop with this childish behavior of his then."

She sighed heavily, arms dropping back to her sides.

"What was that now? Childish?" Aegon hissed as he took a step forward.

The two were so busy spitting insults at eachother, they didn't even notice the woman had left them. She was now standing in front of one of the lounge chairs, fingers working fast at the strings of her dress. She rid herself of all the layers, then took a seat.

"It would seem you two haven't learned how to share, after all..." She sighed once more, hand running over her shoulder.

The two finally looked away from eachother, three eyes searching in front of them. Then they found her.

"Are you going to prove me wrong or shall I just retire to bed?"

Aegon made his way over to her first. Before he could move any further, her hand reached out. She placed it on his stomach, stopping him where he stood.

"I am truly disappointed by the way you to have been acting this whole evening. Truly."

Aegon swallowed the lump in his throat as he lowered himself to his knees, being led down by her hand.

"You ought to make it up to me, don't you think?"

Aemond looked at her, then at his older brother. He let out a snort. It was priceless. His older brother, the first born son of King Viserys, was now sitting down on the ground with his chin resting on his wife's thigh. Eyes pleading for her to let him touch her. Then those eyes turned to him, same question in them.

Aemond nodded. He watched as his brother's hands wandered over her body, worshipping ever inch of skin underneath.

"Do you plan on joining us, husband?"

"Yes, brother? Are you going to stand there the entire night?"

Aemond let out another one of his notorious hums as he made his way towards them. But just when he reached his wife and her lover, instead of joining them, he took a seat on the other chaise. The one right across from where the woman was sitting.

"For a bit. I want to see how you'll do, brother."

The woman laughed softly as she ran a hand through Aegon's silver hair. The hand stopped at the nape of his neck, then pulled back harshly. The prince let out a pained hiss.

"I would love to see it too."

She pointed to the bed with her free hand, signaling for Aegon to get on it. He looked away from her, face reddening. His eyes landed on his younger brother. The one-eyed prince had already been staring at him with that annoying little smirk of his.

Aegon got back on his feet slowly, his eyes never leaving the one of his brother.

"Love,on the bed. Now." The woman commanded.

He found himself standing next to the bed soon after the words left her mouth. The prince hadn't even realized he was moving towards it.

"Strip." His brother's voice came through. Aegon turned to look at him once more, eyes widening in shock. "You asked for this, didn't you?"

Aegon's throat had gone dry as a desert. His fingers were twitching, arms resting in front of him. A part of him wanted to follow the order. The other one felt ashamed.

"Aegon...Strip." Aemond said.

Unlike most men, he saw things that usually stayed hidden from the eye. Like the way his brother hesitated before his hands reached for the buttons of his green tunic.

"Husband..." She said, hand reaching towards him. "Your eyepatch, I need it."

Aemond reached up and tore it from his face without hesitation. If he was right, what his wife was about to do with said patch would be most entertaining, for both her and him. Maybe even for Aegon, if his assessment of his older brother was correct.

The lavishly embellished green tunic hit the ground. Aegon stood transfixed, his crystal blue eyes moving from the woman to his brother. Standing there, frozen in place, the prince looked an awful lot like a statue. Statue that eagerly awaited the next order, no matter from which of his two lovers it would come from.

"If I'm not mistaken, my husband ordered you to take off everything. Everything, Aegon." Her soft voice called out, snapping the prince out of the trance he was in. "Perhaps you are in need of some assistance, hm?"

The smug smile on Aemond's face grew. Seconds later it was completely gone. She stared straight at him, the hunger in her eyes saying more than any words ever could.

"But…" the two brothers whispered, puzzlement written on their pale faces.

The woman said no more, now too busy watching the leather band of the eyepatch wrap around her tender fingers.

Aemond swallowed hard and reluctantly approached his brother. Aegon looked everywhere but at him. Both of their hands were shaking now.

"If you're going to share a bed with me, the two of you, you're going to have to get to know each other on a more ...intimate level." She said, eyes never going up to look at them.

Her words were met with silence.

"I've told you my terms, either the two of you together or neither of you will lay a finger on me. So?"

Aemond shook his head. She was right, they both had agreed to it. But neither of them thought she really meant it.

Two strong arms wrapped around Aegon's waist. Their noses were almost touching. Almost. Aegon craned his neck up so he could look his younger brother in the eyes - the sapphire and the real one.

"What in Seven Hells do you think you're doing?" He hissed through gritted teeth, panic in his eyes. His chest rising and falling rapidly as Aemond held him close.

"Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, isn't that what the people say?" Aemond said with a condescending sneer. "Relax."

The two arms around him dissappeared. Aegon hated himself for missing the way they felt against his skin. He closed his eyes and let out all the air he had been holding captive in his lungs.

He felt himself being pushed back onto the bed. Before he could react, his legs bent at the knees and his head hit the soft mattress. His brother's hands were back on him, now working at the belt and then the buttons of his trousers.

Aegon hid his face in the crook of his arm, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. It was humiliating. But he asked for this. He wanted it. He knew it would happen. Still, the prince couldn't help himself but to try and hide from his lovers.

"Stop." Her voice came through once more. Without them noticing, she'd made her way over to the bed and was now sitting on one of the farthest corners. Watching every reaction, every move, from both her husband and his brother. "Do you want him to stop?"

Aemond ,who was now hovering over him, pulled his arm away. Aegon didn't resist. He'd let it get this far, there was nothing for him to lose. The older male shook his head violently as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"No,no. I..." He hesitated for a second before his eyes went up to meet hers. "I asked for this."

"Good." The woman and his brother said in unison.

Before he could say much more, his leather boots hit the ground, Aemond throwing them somewhere behind his back. Next were his trousers.

"Always the whore... You couldn't be bothered to put something on, hm?"

His brother let out an unusually soft laugh as he placed a gentle hand on the side of his face. There was no trace of malice in his words either. Aegon stared up at him in confusion.

He'd expected of Aemond to try and make a fool out of him, to try and prove to his wife that they didn't need him there. Instead, Aemond was staring down at him with...

Love. Adoration. Desire.

Tears started rolling down Aegon's reddened face. He couldn't say why, but he just felt like crying his eyes out right then and there.

"Don't, love. We're here..." A much more gentle hand cupped his other cheek. "We're here."

Both hands started wiping at his tears. The voices were whispering sweet nothings, trying to calm him down before Aegon could fall apart in their hands.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He swatted at their hands as he came back to his senses. "It's just..."

"We know." They said together.

The three of them were sitting on the bed, both Aemond and the woman staring at Aegon. He didn't have to say it. They knew perfectly well what he was feeling.

"So...now what?" Aegon's voice came through, stronger than even he himself expected.

Soft lips kissed down from his forehead, to his eyelids and finally to the corner of his mouth.

"Your brother said he wanted to see how you'll do, didn't he?" She said, eyes going from one brother to the other.

"Yes...?"

The woman pushed him back down and climbed onto his lap. One of her hands reached over to Aemond, quickly undoing the buttons of his black leather tunic. Her other hand grabbed Aegon's and dragged it across Aemond's front.

"Then let's show him."

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The sun had started to show on the horizon by the time the three lovers retired to bed.

Aegon was staring at Aemond as he played with the woman's hair. Something was gnawing at him, Aemond could feel it. The woman was laying on her front between the two men, eyes closed as she bathed in the tranquility of the moment. They shot open the moment she heard the words.

"This isn't right..." Aegon whispered, voice cracking.

"And yet, we're here." Aemond squeezed his brother's hand in reassurance.

"No, that's not what I mean." Aegon squeezed back as he let out a short, bitter laugh.

"Then what, love?" Her soft voice interrupted, drenched in concern.

"How long would it be before mother decides it's time for me to marry too? Before she throws some unknown nobody in my hands?"

Aemond sat up, eye trained on his brother.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you. Without either of you..." He shook his head, short locks of white hair flying around.

Before the younger of the two brothers could say anything else, the woman chimed in.

"You know...Aegon The Conquerer had two wives."

"So?" Aegon asked.

"So what's stopping me from having to husbands?"

His eyes widened. Aegon looked over to his brother, mouth agape. He sat up as well, much faster than his brother had done. Then his eyes trailed back to her, over her naked body and up to her own eyes.

"No one would allow it. It's...uncommon. We are brothers-"

"Visenya and Rhaenys were sisters." She interrupted.

"It's a sin in the eyes of the Faith. No septon would have it, most definitely not the High Septon. The Faith-"

"Fuck the Faith. Fuck the Seven. Fuck the High Septon." Aemond was the one to cut him short this time. "I don't give a shit about any of them. We'll do it in the ways of Old Valyria. The three of us."

The room fell silent again. Then Aegon threw himself back on the bed with a huff.

"When?" She asked.

"Today?" Aemond and Aegon said together.

The three looked at eachother, then the woman bursted into a fit of laughter.

"I agree. The sooner, the better. I can't wait for our life together to begin."

"The three of us. Untill time breaks us apart." Aemond whispered as he turned to look at his lovers.

"And then we'll still find a way to be back with eachother." Aegon returned.

"Forever." The woman said, eyes shutting.

"As one." They three finished together.

Then the world around them went silent.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[leahthedreamer]

Kaitlin and Jean-Luc… goodbye goodbye you were bigger than the whole sky

[seonghwasblr]

SVT coming to Europe for the first time ever in 9 years (not counting Gastonbury, cause that was sold out a year before they were announced, so carats didn't get a chance to go) and it's not even going to be ot13 should be a crime.. AND IT'S BECAUSE OF A SCHEDULE?!

[latibvles]

on this episode of 5am delirium writings that i may or may not finish:

“You still owe me that dance.” Bucky’s all smiles and bravado, hand extended to her like something out of a storybook. To that, Viv smiles, rolling her eyes.

“Well I’ve been waiting around this whole time, you’re the one that’s always gotta jump onstage. Thought you got cold feet.”

“Me? Never.”

[only-one-brain-cell]

Maeve singing along to Paper Rings by Taylor Swift and Spencer proposing the next day. 😭

[robotpussy]

why do people come to concerts to stand around you should've stayed at home and put on their greatest hits like ppl were fighting for these tickets and here you are cross-armed and tight mouthed

[albaricomics]

how did you got interest in dhmis? did you start at the tv show? or way back at the web series? what is the first episode you watched?

Ooooohhh this one's a very interesting one, also the question I feared the most HADBHSDJ

I knew about the show since 2014 but I just knew it existed, saw some memes but didn't really get em, and whenever I said I wanted to give the show a try, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE told me NOT to, bc "omg it's so scary it traumatized me I can't sleep since I watched it", and I mean back then I was in my creepypasta phase so I wasn't like going to get scared that much but the pressure was inmense I ended up not watching it ):

Years went by, kept watching ocassional memes, but last year on september when I opened Twitter I saw SO MUCH content of them, fanarts were all over my home page, so I asked my brother if he knew anything about it, turned out he had already seen both the web series and tv show and said THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS SHOW YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT

And the rest is history...

[navree]

"princess rhaenys targaryen would have made westeros a better place to live if she had been chosen as jaehaerys's heir" how? literally how? what material evidence can you point to in the character of rhaenys that shows a desire or even remote interest to use the throne to better the lives of the people or the state of the country in any way? what proof can you even attempt to give that rhaenys being installed as heir would have made life better for westeros at large? how, in specific, would rhaenys being queen have made life better for the people of westeros as a whole and made it a better place to live for everyone, not just courtiers in the red keep?

[yuukimiyas]

i’m home!! ૮꒰๑´ ᵕˋ๑꒱ა work went by v fast but thats bc there was only 2 of us there tonight instead of 3 ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა & 4 of the movies i put on hold came in at once so now i have…6 movies i need to watch!! eeep!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i hope everybunny has a nice evening & can do smth to relax after a long day!! kissin all of your cheeks!! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧

[jesterguy]

Face update lol

(Friend Pip @creekfiend made this crescent pendant and I made it into an earring. Love it v much 🥹)

[yunmew]

FANTASTIC MUSICIANS

😭😭😭

[tenok]

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[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

[bi-writes]

Simon short circuiting when his mail order bride does something kind for him :)) uses her new credit card to buy him his favorite tea and cat treats for bonding with his new baby <3

mail-order bride

simon lets out a deep breath as he slips his boots off. he pulls his tact vest over his head, dropping it beside his shoes before rolling out his neck. he's exhausted. he's been awake for 36 hours at least, and not even a few hours ago, he had been camped out on a rooftop with nothing but his sniper rifle for company.

you pad into the living room, dressed in cute cherry-printed pajamas. little shorts with a matching short-sleeve top, and you smile shyly when you see him standing by the door. your eyes wander a little; you've never seen him with his gear on, and he's surprised you're not more startled by the skull mask he's wearing.

his head darts to the side when he sees the cat hopping along the shelves on the wall. the cat launches itself off the closest shelf, landing on the back of his shoulders and nuzzling along the back of his head before dropping onto the floor to weave between his legs.

"welcome home," you say softly, coming closer, and simon just nods. you reach up when you get closer, slipping your hands under his hoodie to find the hem of his mask. you pull it up gently over his head, smiling a little wider when you reveal his face underneath. he has eye-black smudged around his eyes, but otherwise, your husband looks his normal self, aside from the dark circles under his eyes.

you understand immediately that simon isn't in a good mood. he's irritated, tired, sour-faced and agitated. you smooth your hands down his chest before kneeling on the carpet. simon blinks, confused, but then he watches as you start to unbuckle the holsters around his thighs. you get him undressed enough that he's just wearing his jeans and his hoodie, and he takes your hand gently to help you stand back up. you hook your pinkie around his, guiding him to take a seat on the couch before you disappear into the kitchen.

simon leans his head back against the couch, shutting his eyes gently. to come home to a warm place, one filled with another person, it's frighteningly comforting. he has always come home to the dark. to the heater off and all the rooms empty. to silence and his own terrifying thoughts.

"simon?"

he opens his eyes and sits up a little, blinking the sleep away as you come closer. he hums when he sees you holding a mug, walking slow as you try and keep it steady. you hand him the mug, watching as he takes a slow sip of it.

he shuts his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. it's perfect. he's never told you how he prefers his tea, but it's got just a splash of milk and nothing more. the thoughtfulness warms him more than the drink does, and he curls his toes a little as he tries not to think about it too hard.

"oh!" you smile. "i-i...i filled your car up, and i-i got you something when i went to get a water."

you scurry towards your purse by the door, rummaging through it before you pull out a little crinkled paper bag. you sit next to him on the couch and hand it to him after he sets his tea down on the coffee table.

he reaches into the bag and wraps his hand around a little plastic trinket, pulling it out. he blinks, hooking a gloved finger through the little keychain he's holding. he holds it up, face neutral, but after a few moments, a low chuckle leaves him.

it's a little skeleton, and the bones of it wiggle and dance when he shakes it.

"i...i thought of you when i saw it," you laugh a little, and he watches as the cat hops up onto your lap, moving over your legs to sniff at the little skeleton simon is holding up. after a few moments, the cat reaches up with a paw and smacks the skeleton, watching it shake and wiggle before smacking it again.

"yeah?" simon murmurs, meeting your eyes. "you miss me?"

"y-yes...yeah. w-we missed you."