#as well as their mothers and grandmothers

[flowerandblood]

Aemond & Rhaenys's children

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

I've decided to create moodobards and descriptions for each of Aemond and Rhaenys' children from The Fall from the Heavens series to make it easier to place the events of the final chapters in space-time. I am adding descriptions created later by the maesters, giving a more detailed look at each of the children of the ruler-regents. The only warning is sibling incest, lol.

Viserys

Firstborn son. Quiet, calm, empathetic. He inherited his hair color from his father and the color of his eyes from his mother. As he aged, he resembled his mother more and more.

King Viserys saw his parents as if they were demigods: the path they set him on was the one he wanted to follow. As a child, he was reserved and shy, gazing at his father's figure like the mightiest of heroes, flying on the world's greatest dragon. His mature demeanour and ability to take good advice made him a wise and prudent ruler, acting violently only when necessary, concerned for the welfare of his family and the Kingdom as a whole.

When his uncle, Prince Aegon, began plotting against him in the Eyrie after the death of his mother, Rhaenyra, declaring himself the true heir to the throne, he sent Aegon's father, Daemon, and his younger sister Visenya to him, hoping to resolve the conflict peacefully. Visenya, to their grandfather's amusement, was to say to her uncle:

‘I will return to King's Landing with the message that you will kneel, or with your head.’

His marriage to his uncle's youngest daughter, Princess Alyssa, although met with resistance in the form of his grandfather Daemon and his father wanting him to marry his own sister, Visenya, proved successful and happy; the young king became a father after just the first year of their marriage. Queen Alyssa, known for her kindness, laughter and sense of humour, filled the entire court with joy. They lived to have six children.

Queen Alyssa and their first-born son, Aemond

Aegon

Three years younger than Viserys. Mischievous, clever, arrogant. He inherited his father's white hair and the color of his eyes. Like his father, he did not forgive easily.

Many compared him to his grandmother's husband, Prince Daemon: like him, he was hot-tempered and easily enraged. However, where his uncle would burn and destroy, he would delve into his mind, clever enough to devise a plan by which he could crush his opponents. His elder brother's enemies were his enemies and they could count on neither forgiveness nor oblivion. He and his younger sister, Visenya, became honorary members of their brother-king's Kingsguard.

To strengthen the bond between the North and King's Landing, his brother ordered him to marry Lord Stark's daughter, which he did. The Prince, although at first aloof and unhappy with how quiet and prudish his wife was, grew to love her when he discovered, while staying in Winterfell, her deeply hidden nature.

It turned out that his wife not only understood what lust was, but also what the art of war was, and after only a few months the people of the North could watch Prince Aegon teach his lady-wife archery. They lived to have four children, and he spent his life travelling on his dragon between Winterfell and King's Landing.

Aegon and Visenya

Daeron

Six years younger than Viserys. Honorable, wise, prudent. He inherited most of his siblings from his mother and his grandfather, Harwin Strong. Many at court said he resembled his uncle, the ruler of Dragonstone, Prince Jacaerys.

Viserys' beloved brother, the Sun Prince. He inherited his mother's ease of conversation as well as her gift for diplomacy along with his father's fierceness and directness. He and Viserys shared a unique bond from childhood and remained close companions throughout their lives. Though devoid of Targayren hair colour, it was he who aroused the greatest desire in the opposite sex, and every lady of the court dreamed of becoming his wife.

To their despair, his gaze was directed at only one woman: his sister, Aemma, whom he loved deeply from the day she was born. Throughout their childhood they remained inseparable, and in moments of separation they exchanged long, affectionate letters with each other. When Aemma turned sixteen, Daeron visited his father to ask him for her hand, and he agreed.

Daeron turned 23 and Aemma 18 when they stood together in the Great Sept, becoming husband and wife. Their marriage was successful and happy, and they did not part with each other for a moment. They lived to have eight children, and after their parents flew off on their journey to Essos, Daeron became the Hand of the King, taking his father's place.

Daeron and Aemma

Visenya

Seven years younger than Viserys. Harsh, fierce, untamed. She inherited her father's hair color, curls of her mother and the eyes of her grandmother, Rhaenyra.

Called by some the Fiery Princess, Daemon's favorite grandchild. The whole kingdom rejoiced at the announcement that a daughter had at last been born to the ruler-regents, but it was not known at the time that she would become a true dragon. In secret from her father, she unfastened his dagger from his belt and, to his fury, practised wielding it in solitude.

Although neither he nor his wife considered her interests worthy of a lady, her character left them no room for compromise and, to their despair, eventually the whole of the Red Keep could watch their daughter confront her own brother, Aegon, in a sword fight.

She refused to wear gowns, dressing exactly like her father, choosing mostly black, fitted tunics and breeches. In a frenzy of rage, deciding that her hair was getting in her way while flying on her dragon, she cut it to shoulder height one day, startling the entire court. Walking with her sister through the gardens of the Red Keep, she looked from behind as if she were a man.

The people of the court lowered their eyes in fear at the sight of only two people: King Regent Aemond and his eldest daughter. It was said that her gaze, gait and smile were animal-like, menacing and warning. Her mood changed like the weather and one never knew what would please or anger her, while arguments between her and her father made it seem as if the whole keep was shaking.

If it could be assumed that Princess Visenya ever loved anyone, it was certainly her younger sister, Aemma. Though like fire and water, her older sister always kept her safe, relying only on her opinion. When her parents wanted to reason with her, they would send her younger sister to speak with her. When the betrothal between Prince Daeron and Princess Aemma was announced, Visenya was to say:

‘If I were a man, I would have abducted her long time ago and taken her as my wife in the tradition of Old Valryia.’

Her brother-king gave her a choice: she could, like her brother Aegon, be married off or become an official member of his Kingsguard. She opted for the latter, becoming her eldest brother's shadow from then on.

Aemma and Visenya

Aemma

Eleven years younger than Viserys. Devoted, bright, compassionate. She inherited the dark curls of her mother and the brown eyes of her grandmother, Alicent.

Called the Light of the Kingdom: according to those who knew and described her, she could only be matched in beauty by her mother. Beloved child of her parents, full of warmth, joy and generosity, she resembled a Queen Regent the most out of her siblings.

Her gentle, patient nature meant that she was the only one able to get through the fortress her father had created around his mind, discussing with him for hours by the fire. She was very close with all of the members of her family, adored and loved, however, the closest relationship she had was with Visenya, and the ladies of the court said that it was her elder sister who stole her first kiss.

Although she was originally to be betrothed to Lord Lannister's grandson, her mother very quickly recognised the exceptionally close bond between her and her brother, and it was not long before Daeron himself asked his father for her hand.

Their father gave his consent to their marriage, and just a few months later their nuptials took place in the Great Sept in front of the entire Realm. The ladies of the court were to say at the time:

‘Prince Daeron and Princess Aemma spoke little during the feast, looking at each other with eyes full of tears, smiles on their faces that told all gathered that this was the happiest day of their lives. As they danced with each other, they seemed to see no one around them, their hands entwined together, refusing to let go, holding them close to each other.’

Daeron and Aemma

Aemon

Fourteen years younger than Viserys. Withdrawn, intelligent, humble. He inherited his mother's dark hair and his father's eyes.

The only one among his siblings from whose egg a dragon did not hatch. The Septon confessed to his parents that from an early age he showed signs of genius: he learned to read and speak extremely quickly, discussed lierature and philosophy as if he were a grown man and was perpetually hungry for knowledge. He expressed his desire to become the maester, and despite his mother's despair, his father agreed to send him to the Old Town, so he could receive his education there.

Saera

17 years younger than Viserys. Sensitive, introverted, observant. She inherited her grandmother's white hair and her mother's eyes.

Ever since she was a small child, she had been telling her parents about dreams that she did not understand: it was only after a discussion with her aunt, Helaena, that it became clear that they were both seeing similar images, hearing similar sounds and smelling similar smells when they slept. This worried their parents, because they didn't want their youngest, most sensitive child to carry the burden of visions that could overwhelm her, so when they were unable to reason with her, Helaena spoke to her.

Author's note: I spent hours correcting the saturation, light and tone of all the images to match, I colored some of them too (hair). You can reblog this post, but do not repost my edits. Thank you. 😇

[lovelytsunoda]

just like heaven // yuki tsunoda

summary: love is in the air at y/n’s cousins wedding, and it’s got yuki in a loving mood.

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female reader

warnings: 18+ smutty and romantic content :) sex in a library, semi-public sex, two fuckers who are so madly in love I’ve become jealous of my own writing, the library is full of bibles and religious text so does that mean this might be sacrilege? yuki may or may not have some sort of marriage related kink

the air smelled like roses and freshly cut grass, heavy with a feeling of love, and the hazy smoke coming from the fire pit at the head of the tent. a dance floor had been cleared out in the middle of the uneven grassy surface, a portable wooden floor laid out as a makeshift dance floor. it had clearly once been white, but had stained over the years.

yuki tsunoda sat at the groom's table, watching with a lovestruck gaze as his eyes found his girlfriend, who was dancing with her cousin in the middle of the floor. huey lewis and the news played from the bluetooth speaker in the corner, the bride circulating the room and speaking to relatives.

y/n and her cousin had been close once upon a time. they were only a year apart in age, and had both been babysat by their grandmother while their mothers worked. they fell out of touch a little as they got older, only seeing each other at major holidays, but when will had called y/n to announce that he had gotten engaged, y/n was over teh moon for him.

yuki thought she looked beautiful in the soft glow of the fairy lights, her red dress swirling around her thighs as she danced uninhibited, not worrying about how she appeared to the other wedding guests. her hair shone in the light, her smile radiant.

and yuki wondered if one day, perhaps he and y/n would be sharing a similar stage. except she would be wearing white, and they would have matching silver rings on their fingers.

as the song changed, yuki stepped away from teh table and towards the dancefloor, hoping to steal a moment with his lover as will scanned the tent for his wife.

"congratulations, will. give my best to claire as well, just in case i don't see her again before the evening ends." y/n said, giving her cousin a hug before he sauntered off to find claire.

yuki beamed at her, extending a hand. "may i have this dance, my fair maiden?"

"yes, you may." she smiled, wrapping her arms around yuki and tucking her body into his as they began to sway to the music.

in her heels, she was taller than him, in the same way that jason statham's wife towered over the actor. but yuki didn't mind. if anything, it made him swoon even more.

as they danced, his mind began to wander. what song would they have their first dance to? would it be that inxs song she liked? or would it be one direction, a callback to the girl who dreamed of her wedding but never thought it would come? what would they serve? a pasta bar, or a buffet line?

"whatcha' thinking about?" she hummed, forehead against his.

"us. you. forever." yuki sighed. "i want this to be us someday. all of it. the white dress, the speeches, the expensive food. surrounded by the people we love the most."

her heart softened, and she bit back a cry, feeling tears stinging the back of her eyes. weddings always did have a way of making her emotional.

"oh, yuki." she said softly, leaning in for a kiss. "i love you forever. when the time is right, and we can take the proper time to plan and to book a honeymoon. because you're it for me. all i want for the rest of my life. but i'm not in a rush."

"neither am i.” yuki smiled, kissing her knuckles. “I love you forever.”

the song ended, y/n easing back on her heels and wincing as she realized just how sore her feet were in her pale pink stilettos. she had prepared for this and packed a pair of thick-soled sandals in her tote bag, stowed gently underneath the grooms table.

back at the table, yuki helped her ease he sore feet out of their shoes, slipping a jacket around her shoulders as she slipped into her sandals. she kissed him on the cheek, wrapping the jacket tighter around her body as she rested her head on his shoulder.

it was hard not to feel giddy when surrounded by so much love. two years ago, she would have left the celebration feeling melancholia, tainted by the fear that she might never find her person. today, she hoped that she could hold on to the love she had, the feeling of safety and security that yuki brought her.

“you cold, love?” yuki asked, lips pressed against her forehead. “we can pop back inside the church for a moment to warm up if you want.”

“yeah, I need a minute of quiet, I think.” she agreed, kissing the underside of yukis jaw before reaching for her silver clutch purse.

yuki gently pulled her chair away from the table, taking her hand as she got to her feet. tucking his arm around her waist, he pulled her close as they ducked out of the white canvas party tent. she could feel the dewy grass on her feet, one hand holding her skirt away from the damp. her lovers hand dropped down her back, comfortingly running over her bum, and then her hip as they neared the low brick church building.

yn hadn’t been a church-goer in her youth, only attending for family functions, but she appreciated the generous plot of land that the religious institution rested on. it was a stunning view over the hill, peering into the entire valley below.

they slipped inside the church, y/n sighing contentedly as she gradually warmed to the inside temperature. yuki took her free hand, pulling her in for a kiss. she hummed against his lips, sighing against his body.

“come on, I want to show you something.” she laughed, practically dragging yuki behind her as she took off down the hallway. “I used to hide in here to get out of listening to sermons. especially when my cousins got baptized a few years ago, I got restless listening to the pastor talk so I went for a walk and stumbled upon this place.”

she tried the doorknob, delighted to find it unlocked as she pushed the door inwards. the door opened into a small library. the couple were surrounded by tall bookshelves filled with leather bound volumes of religious texts, the far wall filled with ornate stained glass windows, casting the wooden floor in varying colours as she sun started to fade from the sky.

“there are better books up top. there also used to be a rolling ladder in here but pastor frankie had to take it out after a choirboy fell off it and broke his arm trying to find a copy of miss chatterley's lover.”

"no shit." yuki chuckled, helping her out of the jacket draped over her shoulders. "this is quite the place."

"that it is." she laughed softly in return, reaching for the lapels of her lover's shirt. "come here."

still laughing, she pressed her lips to his, relaxing in his arms and letting herself fall into the kiss. she never had to be anything she wasn't with yuki. she trusted him more than she had ever trusted anybody else. he knew her inside and out, in mind and soul and in body. his lips were grounding against hers, pillowy soft and applying just the right amount of pressure against her own.

it was incredible how responsive she was to yuki's touch. she hadn't come in to the library with the intentions of having sex up against shelves of leather bound books, or sprawled out on the vintage wooden desk, yet as she sighed under his touch, she could feel her nerve endings crackling with life. she moaned into the kiss as his hand trailed up the slit in her dress to clutch at her thigh, and she was a goner. his lips trailed across her neck, his tongue darting out to kitten-lick at her pulse point and she felt her knees go weak.

"babe, in a church?"

yuki pulled away to look at her, his eyes soft and full of adoration. "you always said you wanted to be romanced in a library. i'm sure this isn't what you had in mind, but it's good enough for me. if you want it, of course."

she smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "don't stop now."

and he didn't. yuki backed her against the desk, pulling her legs up and around his waist. her sandals fell to the floor as his fingers fumbled clumsily with the zipper on the back of her dress. giggling softly, she pushed his hands away, pulling the stubborn zip down by herself before she guided his hands back towards her exposed breasts.

her thighs tingled with anticipation, and she could feel the wet spot on her lacy panties growing as yuki massaged her tender breasts, rolling her peaked nipples between his fingers, the pendant of her sliver necklace resting just above them.

"you're so beautiful." he whispered, scared that speaking any louder would ruin this magical moment they had created.

"you're not too bad yourself, handsome." she hummed, caressing his face.

she tilted her head up, kissing him again. harder this time, her tongue scraping against his lips, begging desperately for entrance as she pressed up against him, searching for friction to ease the ache between her thighs. it was awkward, given the seating arrangements in the library, but she managed to grind against his dress pants, one hand dropping from his neck to his cock as his lips parted enough to allow their tongues to touch.

she sighed breathily under his touch, yuki's hand gently caressing her bare thighs as he reached for her lacy white panties. gripping the edges of the table, she leveraged her weight to raise her hips, allowing her lover to peel the fabric away from her body. he slipped the panties into the pocket of his slacks before raising her knees and pressing kisses to her thighs.

"tell me what you want, my love. my tongue, my fingers, my cock. all of it is yours, just say the word." he rasped, running his thumb over her clit.

"that thing you do with your fingers." she hummed, canting her hips forward, trying to capture his slender fingers inside her dripping center. "you know the one."

"the one that makes you laugh, or the one that makes you scream?"

"both."

she gasped as his fingers slipped into her with little resistance, the driver scissoring both fingers, pushing up against her velvet-soft walls. she bit back a curse, tilting her head back and exposing her neck for him to kiss and suck at.

his lips were warm and soft as he peppered her skin with delicate, soft kisses, in contrast to the lightning-sharp way that he moved his fingers inside of her.

"fuck, that feels good." she breathed, digging her nails into his shoulders through the fabric of his dress shirt, breathing heavy as pants turned into moans.

the light from the stained glass window reflected over her skin, bathing her in the warm colors and contrasting shades created by the glass artwork. the sight took yuki's breath away, a part of him wondering if there was a way to capture that image and sear it into his brain forever. she looked positvely angelic, lips slightly parted, back arched in pleasure.

“that’s my girl. that’s my sexy fucking girl. are you going to come on my fingers, sweet girl?”

she gripped his arms, nodding furiously as she whined out a ‘yes’, grinding against his fingers as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.

“yuki, oh my god, shit.” she whined, burying her head in his neck.

his lips were soft against her hairline as he talked her through it, mumbling sweet nothings and dotting her sweaty skin with kisses as he finger-fucked her towards the edge.

“atta girl. I’ve got you, just breathe. my best girl. my perfect girl, coming so good for me.”

she sighed as she came, a breathy, whiny sound, fingers tightening around his biceps.

“you’re safe, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” yuki whispered, running a hand up and down her back. “you did so good, angel.”

she kissed him slowly, relishing in the feeling of his lips against hers. she smiled into the kiss, her hands exploring the expanse of muscle through his shirt.

her french-manicured nails found the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly popping them open. she kissed the warm skin on his chest as she went down, fingers moving towards the button on his pants.

“does my pretty baby want my dick?” yuki crooned, caressing her cheek as he looked down at her adoringly. “anything you want from me, just say the word.”

“babe, I always want your dick.” she smiled, taking him in her palm, stroking up and down his length. bathed in the light from the window, she thought he looked like a greek god.

she lined him up with her entrance, hiking both legs over his hips and allowing him to push himself inside of her. inch by inch, he slipped in slowly, his forehead resting against hers before he leaned in to kiss her, trading moans into each others mouths as he bottomed out.

he could die here and be happy, wrapped up in the woman he loved, her warm walls cushioning him on all sides. this overwhelming feeling of closeness. he started to move, thrusting slowly and interspersing the movements with swivels and grinds of the hips, rubbing against her soft, plushy walls, drawing every little whine and breath and pant from her lungs.

“oh god, baby, that’s incredible.” she tilted her hips forward, head rolling back as she tried to take him deeper.

one of her hands dropped to the table to support her body weight, the other tangling in yukis hair. she pulled gently, watching with pleasure as his eyes rolled back, a soft growl leaving his throat. in response, he thrusted harder, deeper.

“that’s my sweet girl. looking so fucking pretty with my rock-hard dick buried inside you. all fucking mine to worship. you know what I think about when I get off? our future. domestic things. picking out silverware, buying our forever house. you in a white dress, a big fucking diamond on your finger. you’re it for me.”

he was thrusting quicker now, pulling out almost halfway before slamming back in again, his hands gripping her thighs so tightly she worried there might be bruises. his eyes weee trained on her chest, captivated by the way her breasts bounced from the force.

“yes, yes.” she moaned, back arched as she kissed his neck, leaving a series of small hickeys in her wake. “fuck, I want everything with you, too.”

“yeah, you want me to make you my pretty perfect wife?”

“god, yes.” she was certain she was dripping onto the table, the room filled with laboured breathing and the wet sounds of yukis cock splitting her in half. “fuck, baby, I love you so much.”

the coil in her stomach was wound tighter than a wire, and she could feel that she was on the edge. any second now, she’d snap.

“fill me up.” she whined. “fucking make me yours.”

“want you to come first.” he rasped, dropping his hand to her sensitive clit. “love you so much, sweet girl. just let me make you feel so so good, okay?”

she kissed him again, fingers in his hair, then on his shoulders, searching for purchase as she hid her face in his broad chest. she always got shy when her orgasms approached. yuki found it endearing, and soft.

“I’ve got you pretty girl. come for me. just let go, make a pretty little mess on my dick.”

she came with a loud moan, feeling her legs go slack in her lovers grip as she rested all of her weight on him, her head nestled comfortably between shoulder and neck, his soft fingertips trailing up and down her thighs, his gentle voice reminding her to breathe through it.

“fuck, baby, I love you so much. I love you. I love you.” he repeated it like a chant as he reached his own climax, stuttering his words as he spilled inside her. “god, you’re so good to me.”

after a small moment to catch their breaths, yuki gently pulled out. she whined at the loss of contact, reading her whine for a contented sigh when yuki pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, gentle hands helping her readjust her dress.

“babe, I think I’m dripping on the table.” she admitted, red-faced and shy. “what did you do with my underwear?”

yuki grinned roguishly, dramatically producing the offending pair of panties from his pockets. “kept them nice and safe for you.”

“sure you did.” she laughed easing herself off the table, deliberately not looking at the mess she’d left behind.

while she redressed, yuki searched the pockets of his suit jacket for his red pocket square, u folding it and using the thin, expensive fabric to clean all evidence of their tryst off the hardwood.

“yuki, come on! not the pocket square!” she laughed, using her fingers to comb through her hair. “you’re so gross.”

“what else was I supposed to use?” he laughed, putting the square in his pocket and slipping the jacket over his shoulders. he pulled her in for a soft kiss, hands gently caressing her curves. “come on, let’s get back to the party.”

the pair stepped out of the library, linked arm in arm, content and sated as they turned to walk out of the church, and found themselves bumping headfirst into will and claire. judging by the lipstick stain on wills collar, and the flushed red of claire’s face, the happy couple had just snuck away to do the same.

“we never speak of this again.” will groaned, averting his eyes. “ever!”

[witharacket]

alright, who's down to talk about art and tashi getting engaged?

art asking his grandmother for her ring so he can propose - his grandmother, the only relative he ever mentions. clearly they have a close bond, so this is pretty special.

art being incredibly nervous to ask tashi - beautiful, intimidating tashi, who probably had an inkling that art was going to propose and had to write a list of pros and cons about saying "yes" to art (the pros outweighed the cons).

one of the cons being patrick - because she still loves him and she knows art does too. even if they don't talk anymore, there's still some sense of betrayal.

art wishing he could talk to patrick about it, but knowing that 1.) they don't talk anymore and 2.) he's proposing to patrick's ex-girlfriend so like, weird.

a low-key yet romantic proposal - perhaps a candlelit dinner prepared by art, maybe a walk along the beach - with a stuttering art and a very nervous tashi because her answer (even though not definitive) could change the entire course of their relationship, of her life (think of the list tashi, think of the list!).

tashi admiring the ring, watching it catch in the light, noting the weight of such significance that sits on her finger. art loves his grandmother so much and he gave tashi her wedding ring - the amount of love in one piece of jewelry.

tashi completely engulfing herself in wedding plans - swatches and colors and flowers and venues - because this has to be right. this isn't just any wedding - art donaldson, champion tennis player, is marrying tashi duncan, his well-respected coach. the tennis world will be waiting for their spread in People magazine.

patrick flipping through channels and seeing that art and tashi got engaged. art and tashi got engaged, art and tashi got engaged, art and tashi... art and tashi...

wedding dress shopping, trying on different types of gowns - too frilly, too skimpy - until she finds just the right one and it makes her glow. her mother cries but tashi doesn't, she just fiddles with the engagement ring on her finger.

atlanta - watching art kick ass, cheering him on in the stands. yes, this is the man she is going to marry, this skilled and talented tennis player that loves her. she loves him. she loves him. she loves him.

atlanta - patrick appears. he notices the ring on her finger. "it was his grandmother's." "i miss you". she loves him. she loves him. she loves him.

atlanta - the incredible guilt she feels when she returns to art. she slides into bed next to him - is he sleeping? - but he's awake, because he saw her and patrick. for a brief moment he saw them. he saw patrick - the back of his head, so vivid in his memory. what were they talking about? "are you awake?" but art pretends to sleep.

days leading up to the wedding, both of them riddled with doubt. can they do this? should they do this? they love each other, but there's something missing. what's missing? there shouldn't be anything missing.

they kiss every night before going to bed. art makes tashi breakfast. tashi lays out his clothes. yes, they are in love.

the day of the wedding and everything has to be right. tashi's make-up is perfect, her dress fits like a glove. art nervous at the alter - what if she doesn't show? what if she becomes a runaway bride?

patrick should be standing next to him, should be his best man. should be whispering in his ear that he's going to be so blown when he sees tashi. matching boutonnieres. "i am so happy for you, art."

tashi walking down the aisle. art seeing her in her wedding dress for the first time. he cries. he can't help but cry and cry and cry spontaneously throughout the evening because tashi is just so beautiful and he is just so in love with her.

art excusing himself to use the restroom and locking himself in a stall, clutching at his chest, because patrick should be here. he misses patrick. patrick should be here.

tashi taking a moment to go to the powder room - "just need a moment to freshen up" - and looking at herself in the mirror. now she is mrs. donaldson - legally, under the eyes of god. she loves him. she loves him. she misses patrick. patrick should be here.

their wedding night, when everyone has left and they are alone. mr. and mrs. donaldson. having sex for the first time as husband and wife - it's the same as the sex before, but now somehow it's different. committed, bound, monogamous.

patrick should be here.

life continues on as it should, but there is a dazzling band of diamonds accompanying that vintage ring on tashi's hand. art adorns a simple silver band that he fidgets with when he's nervous. when he does so, he thinks of tashi, hears her voice in his head talking him down from the ledge.

patrick's ring would be gold.

[kakiastro]

Let’s Talk About Your Stellium

This is what it feel like to have a stellium. Crowded with mix match of different personalities shoved in a car on a road trip lol

Stellium-3 or more planetary bodies in a house(s).

You can have more than one stellium if you have different planets in more than one house.

For example: having your Sun, Mercury and Jupiter in the 3h. While also having your Moon, Venus and Mars in your 5h.

Some people only have 1 house stellium.

Your:

- North Node/South Node

-Ascendant/Descendant

- IC/MC

They’re not a stellium because these are not planets, they are mathematical points in the sky.

Asteroids can count as a stellium but keep in mind asteroid energy is minor compared to a planetary energy. Asteroid energy are more magnified if it conj a planet.

Having a stellium is not easy by a long shot. I would say, it can feel chaotic at times because it like all of your energy goes to this particular signand house(s). Whatever house your stellium lives in, that’s the area in life that has your main focus.

On the spiritual side of things, a stellium can represent the lessons you severely have lacked to learn in several past lives. So, in this one, you really want to learn all you can to make it up. It’s like taking a test but you didn’t study a certain section and failed. Now you’re re-studying for the test and studying obsessively over this particular section because don’t want to mess up this time. That’s a stellium😅.

Stellium planetary rulers

Aries- Mars

Taurus-Venus

Gemini- Mercury

Cancer- Moon

Leo- Sun

Virgo - Mercury

Libra- Venus

Scorpio-Pluto & Mars. Mars traditionally rules Scorpio

Sagittarius- Jupiter

Capricorn - Saturn

Aquarius- Uranus & Saturn. Saturn traditionally rules over Aquarius

Pisces- Neptune & Jupiter. Jupiter traditionally rules over Pisces

If you have your stellium in

-Pisces. Look at you Jupiter first

-Aquarius. Look at your Saturn first

-Scorpio. Look at your Mars first

Generational planets are super slow moving planets so there’s a large group of people with Scorpio stelliums that has a Pluto Scorpio lol. However, a Scorpio stellium with a Mars in Capricorn can tell you way more about a person.

Those who have a stellium in the generational planetary rulers(Uranus, Neptune, Pluto) are heavily connected to the public one way or another. Connected doesn’t always have to be famous either, just being involved and self aware of humanity as a whole is another way to feel connected.

Uranus- how we progress to be better

Neptune -the subconscious and spiritual side of things

Pluto- the transformation of turning pain into your power

Saturn stellium rules, there’s a lot of harsh life lessons more so in your early years but you will gain lots of wisdom and knowledge about life as you get older. I believe there’s some past life karmic debts you’re paying off as well.

Jupiter stellium rulers, you’re here to broaden your horizons and view points. You’re here to connect and learn from those that are different from you such as learning different cultures. Your philosophical views will change throughout your life but make sure to stay open minded as possible. Your viewpoint isn’t the only one.

Moon stellium rulers, you’re hear to learn about family, whether it’s the one you’re born into, the one you create or just the ones you end up meeting along the way. What is family to you? Connecting to your emotions and learning how to really be intuned with them. Women/fem energy in general will be a big part of your life, your mother, grandmother, sisters, cousins, besties, women coworkers . This includes men who have fem energy or the women in their life as well!

Mercury stellium ruler, it’s time to learn some stuff, go to your library and read some books. Help out in your community, talk to local and listen to their story, your siblings, teachers, your health, get your affairs in order. Being a service to others, lending a helping hand.

Venus stellium ruler, relationships and learning how to connect with people. Finding your self worth and embracing your inner beauty. Learning about your finances, investing in yourself and your home.

Mars stellium ruler. You’re here to learn about yourself, what motivates you, your physical body. “Learn thyself” through meeting other people. Your surroundings and how you fit in with it. Learning to manage your impulses, and not letting your emotions get the best of you.

Celebrity Example: Timotheé Chalamet

Yellow-stellium

Purple- stellium planet ruler

Timotheé Chalamet has a Capricorn stellium 5h. Creative expression in a successful business, climbing that ladder to be the best in his field are some of his life themes. His Capricorn Stellium ruler is Saturn which he has in Pisces 7h. He’s a creative through and through. Capricorn Stellium is not an easy energy to maneuver. Having structured discipline Saturn motto but by it being in Pisces, he needs to learn to go with the flow and truly follow his intuition. His intuition is his discipline. It will get stronger as he gets older.

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The Omaha Journal Star runs an obituary for Marshall Hall on their website. Short, unrevealing. The bigger death that day was of a grandmother, ninety-nine when she passed, beloved by twenty grandchildren, fixture at church, pillar of the community, and so on. In the print version of the paper Marshall Hall merited maybe two inches of grey space. Maybe just an inch.

"What are you doing?" Dean's tired and it doesn't come across mocking or nagging or pointed or—anything. He's folded onto the further bed, TV light playing across his face. "Got a job lined up?"

Some daylight scene on the show Sam hasn't been paying attention to and Dean's washed out paper-white. Too much like the hospital bed. Sam says, "Looking," which is vague enough that he could arguably not be lying, but Dean doesn't seem to care either way. He nods, eyes fixed on the television but who knows if he's taking it in, either.

Pale skin, pale lips. Sam's gut twists to look at him but they got the all-clear from the doctor—his heart, mechanically, is one hundred percent fine. If Sam asked Dean would say he was fine, too, and Sam would want to smack him except that Dean looks like he'd crack in half with any additional pressure. Although lately—Sam doesn't know. When they were kids he would've said he could predict every single dumb thing Dean would say and he'd make bets with himself sometimes on what'd come out next. His odds were better than even. After the years apart it's—different. Sometimes Dean gives him this look and Sam doesn't recognize him; sometimes Dean opens his mouth and what comes out is—not something Sam would've ever thought could be said, in their family. On this particular night he might ask, and Dean might say—anything.

The show goes to commercial. A Chevy dealer in the county over has offers you can't believe with zero cash down. Wells Fargo wants to extend you a line of credit with low APR. Dean rolls off the bed and goes into the bathroom and closes the door, quiet, and Sam looks at the cheap maple veneer and then goes back to the obituary.

Marshall Hall, 1979–2006. Beloved son, believer in justice and truth. Pursuing a JD; active in his community. No mention of a wife, or kids, or siblings. A 'celebration of life' to be held on the following Saturday. In lieu of flowers, his mother requests that donations be sent to the legal aid organization where Marshall volunteered his time. That's all that's fit to print, about Marshall Hall.

Sam's been to more funerals than most. He can imagine Marshall Hall's. Shocked relatives, gathering around the gray-faced mother. More-shocked friends and colleagues around his own age, most of them faced probably for the first time with that appalling and unavoidable truth—that it could come at any time. That any of them could be standing in their kitchens or riding their bike in the sun or just at work, doing their job, and death when it came was unspectacular and uncompromising and then—that was it. There had been a Marshall Hall and now there wasn't, and the people milling through whatever empty quiet house would be murmuring how it just seemed impossible, and how they'd just talked to him last week, and how could it be true? But it was, and it was impossible to go back to the world last week, when he'd been loud and bright and fierce and there, and each of them would have to face that in their own time, and worse, would have to look at the people standing in front of them and think—what if—?

When Dean comes out of the bathroom Sam's abandoned the laptop. "Thought you were going to fuse with that thing," Dean says.

"There'll be jobs to look for tomorrow," Sam says, and holds out a can of beer.

Dean squints at him. Comes over slow, and sits on the other bed, and when he takes the can he doesn't open it but just holds it between his two hands, looking at the top. White light on the side of his face pooling strange across his skin, his other eye so dark that it looks hollow, and Sam reaches for the remote and snaps the TV off so it's just—his brother, sitting there, in inadequate lamplight but at least not being dragged off to nightmares Sam can't currently stand.

"I was watching that," Dean says, and Sam says, "No, you weren't," and Dean looks up at him and opens his mouth and then closes it, and sighs.

"Dean," Sam says, and then hangs there, not sure how to say it—true. "I wish—man, I don't know. I wish it'd been different."

Dean's thumb runs around the aluminum rim of the can. When he looks up he looks into Sam's eyes, and then at his mouth, and then he sits back and his shoulders are a low curve and he shakes his head, eyes cutting off to some misery. Whether it's Layla or Marshall or Roy or some combination of all three—or something worse—Sam doesn't know, and the not-knowing's got this pit growing in his stomach. He puts his own beer down on the nightstand and reaches out and gets his hand on Dean's skin—grips the inside of his wrist, his thumb on the knob of bone. If he pressed hard enough he could feel Dean's heart beating but the warmth of skin is enough, for now.

"Hey," Sam says, raw.

Dean huffs. "Hey yourself," he says, and Sam doesn't know if it's wanted but he leans across the space between the beds and kisses Dean anyway—close-lipped, firm, his other hand under Dean's jaw so he can't duck away. Dean lets him. Return pressure, after a second, so Sam doesn't feel like he's kissing a lifeless thing. Sam breaks away with relief dumping down his spine and presses his temple to Dean's temple, and Dean turns in so his nose brushes Sam's cheek and lets him breathe the same air and then pushes him away, gentle. He meets Sam's eye and it's okay—well, it's not okay, but they are at least—and then he opens his beer, and heels back to sit up against the headboard of his own bed, and that's going to be it, probably, about this day, and this week, and Sam'll have to be content with that, or risk the terror of asking.

He sits back on his own bed and turns the TV back on. A cop show. It'll pass the time until they sleep. He wishes it had been different. Given how it was, he wouldn't have made a different choice. He opens his own beer, and sits in quiet with his brother.

[chiropterancreed]

i'm rewatching season 1 and louis being lestat's housewife... made to accept the cheating, the emotional and physical abuse... divorcing (killing) the first husband, only to find another one that puts him on valium (mind control) to make him soft and quiet and agreeable and acceptable... yes honey, whatever you say honey. i know, i'll be quieter, i won't touch your things, this is your room. of course i'll meet your business friends, of course i'll wear what you pick out. trading one form of abuse for another... it makes me think of my grandmother in her first marriage, how she feared for her and her children's lives. and then her second marriage, how she accepted her husband's drunken abuse, being hospitalized against her will, and then calling that love. my mother's first marriage - the physical and mental abuse, the fear for her safety. her second marriage. the abuse again, the fear for her family's welfare, the struggle, calling all of it love. this show is definitely something else. who would have thought that aspects of patriarchy and abusive marriages could be explored so well through the lens of queer vampires...

[recycledraccoon]

Please I am begging you write more about Oisin 🙏🙏🙏

Here are my current headcanon's for one Oisin Hakinvar, whom is my little blorbo man. Lizard Wizard on whom I cast "Feel Sad Emotions" at 9th Level. Alot of this is actually going to pertain to his family life and culture, as I am attempting to explore in my current WIP fic.

Dragonborn Clans, especially those who maintain close bonds to the dragon of their origin, maintain a lot of cultural and behavioral similarities to full dragons. This extends to things like hierarchy, courting, values, and childrearing, to name a few.

Oisin was born and spent the first few years of his life growing up in The Red Wastes with his maternal family, which the majority of maintained full-time or part-time residency in his Grandmother's extensive lair. While Oisin's grandmother DOES have a very large number of descendants, many of which she doesn't care about or really know, those of whom with the most direct link to her AND remain in the Red Wastes in the lair ARE known and prioritized. This also means they share the highest amount of cultural similarities and behaviors vs. the family that branched out and left the sphere of Dragon-Grandma's influence.

It is NOT a coincidence that the direct descendants who remain in the lair in The Red Wastes are, primarily, sorcerers and barbarians (usually storm herald barbarians but ancestral guardian barbarians as well.)

Blue Dragons are actually known to be good parents to their children, and I think it applies, but considerably lessened, in regards to grandchildren. Once a child becomes an adult, it's less about love of the offspring, and more what benefits said offspring will provide to the family. Direct children are given grace, time to grow, but grandchildren less so, and the further and further it goes down the grace period of their uselessness lessens.

"A dragon who wants for nothing, is no dragon at all." Want for power, money, all sorts of things can apply here, but to WANT is a deeply important and arguably ESSENTIAL part of being a Dragon. You can not have a hoard if you do not have something you WANT, despite whatever it may be. And hoards are CRITICAL in both displays of competence as a dragon within the hierarchy and especially in things like courtship.

A hatchlings first hoard items come from family, gifts of different kinds often to try and tempt the children into desiring a certain type of object in particular, and to steal an object from a hoard of a parental figure is often a good indicator in what that hatchling will drift towards. Stealing/Exchanging items from a hoard between parents and clutch mates is often a bonding experience and a sign of a good relationship.

When courting, gifting hoard items comes after the combat phase of courting. This is usually to demonstrate being able to provide, and more importantly, prowess towards PROTECTING those hoard items. A well guarded hoard translates to a well guarded nest of eggs.

Oisin in my Stars and Storms AU (Seniors Au/Senior Stars Au ect) is the only hatchling in his clutch to NOT inherit either the body and disposition to be anything like a barbarian or melee fighter, or the capability for being a sorcerer. With such a long history in his clan of these two things being prioritized, his family are very good at early testing or coaching hatchlings to find out if they can meet these expectations.

Oisin is also unique amongst his clutch as the thing he focuses on as a hoard, in a sense, is not something physical. He loves the stars and their stories and what he can try to learn about them. It's an immaterial hoard, perhaps the only physical part of it would be scraps of parchment or paper he scribbles findings on, of which have very little value. In this way he cannot participate in the usual exchange of hoard items with his siblings and mother, causing a continual alienating cycle between them. His love of the stars actually isolates him from the family he desperately wants to connect with.

Furthermore, Oisin knows very early on in his life that he is NOT a sorcerer, as well as being noticeably more frail than his stocky siblings.

It's referenced partly in chapter 1 of Meteor Showers that Oisin "studies other things" under the stars, "books with sand in-between the pages". Later in chapter 2, we know that he "spent months translating" a spell book in order to teach himself his first cantrip.

This spell book actually was stolen from a family member's hoard, the spellbook of a minor wizard whom at some point was killed and this resulting in the book entering the hoard.

Normally this would have been great for Oisin as that is a much more physical thing to want, it's participating in hoard exchange and SHOULD be something to connect him to his family, even if he grows as a wizard and not a sorcerer.

Except he's already isolated, he's studying by himself and nobody KNOWS he's doing this. He probably wanted to surprise his family, but in the end he never learns it in time and he's already been cast out of the main family to go live with his father.

SPEAKING OF!!

Oisin's father is a Water Genasi, which ties together the desert lightning from his maternal family into the storms and rain from his father's side to create the Oisin we all associate with thunderstorms and rain.

I don't have a name for his Father, but I DO think he HAD to take his father's last name after moving in with him, aka Hakinvar.

Oisin's father I don't have a concrete class for, but I'm leaning some mix of monk/ranger or rogue/ranger. I will not elaborate further until after a time in which I've explored it somewhat in the fic, but this is the basis for Oisin's father.

[valy-gc]

More theory about Crowley

Sooo @whynotread4fun and myself were talking about Crowley.

We're both against the theory of Crowley being Levan and for the Theory of Overblotted Crowley (see my posts on thoses two subjects)

But... that don't mean he can't have a relation with the Draconia family, not as a family himself but, listen.

In Crowley's card, when the others ask "by the way, how old are you?" Crowley just change subject. Like if his age wasn't normal, even for a fae. So for me he's really super old, older than Lilia or Maleficia (Malleus' grandmother... and no, it's not Maleficient).

Peoples say Crowley is Levan because of Maleficient having a crow... uh yeah why not... so if a character is based on Gepetto he should be married to a cat beastman representing Figaro? If we follow the same logic... I know there is a certains tension with her crow/human pet in the live action movie, I don't know about the second movie, haven't saw it yet... but remember Twisted Wonderland is based on the timeless original masterpieces, not the shitty remakes (I liked Maleficient... and Cinderella... but thoses are the only "remake" I accept, as a different adaptation of the story and not remakes).

BUT... what if the Draconia family's advisors were crows faes for years? Crowley would have been a royal advisor, maybe even for Maleficia, or the precedent one, like, when Lilia/Meleanore/Levan were still children, that's why Lilia don't recognize him. And why Lilia especially received letters from Night Raven College, because even if Lilia don't remember him, Crowley remember Lilia and knew he could be a potential great student. (Yes, I imagine he was already the headmaster at this moment)

Now, why would he stop being an advisor?

Well, that join the overblotted theroy. The reason he overblotted.

Remember thoses old farts from the senate! How they treat any other faes that are not dragons. They would hate the fact a filthy crow is the royal advisor. Maybe even Crowley proposed ideas that was not liked by the senate (like just the fact to let Valley of Thorn evolute with time)

So the senate would have been on his back during all this time but Crowley have a stronge mind... so they would have attacked his family instead, leading to an overblot.

Now, two possibles ideas on how he can be still in a overblot and alive, and not having a phantom. Either a member of his family used an old forbbiden magic and sacrificed their own life to seal/destroy the phantom, making the phantom disapear but Crowley stay stuck in overblot. (we were thinking his mother could have do it)

Or maybe his dear friend, the actual queen, maybe Maleficia herself, did the same thing but without losing her life, but maybe while becoming weaker, but as a dragon, even weaker than normal is stronger than other races.

In both case, maybe it kind of sealed part of his magic too, and that why he can't use big spells! Remember in his card, when he use the whip of love and the MC is like "Woah that was impressive!" and he look sad and answer "not really"...

So after that incident, he would have left the Valley of Thorn and then became the headmaster of NRC!

[141trash]

Holy if you do do a secretary König kid fic

How would she go abouts it?! Sneakily drug him to jerk him off? (I know it'd take a lot to drug that boy) Adult conversation? Tries to be sneaky and get him drunk? Oh the possibilities I'm dying 🫠🫠

Beeestie listen listen. Do you really think you've got to go about it sneakily with König? He's been watching you since the moment that you were assigned as his secretary, just sizing you up. He's a busy man, and also socially stunted, he doesn't have the time or want to date. okay fine he wants to date, but he can't get past the trauma from his childhood nor his insecurities to take that first step

I'm certain that as far as he's concerned a cute little secretary dropped into his lap is the perfect way to secure a wife. He's probably in the midst of some awkward courtship dance known only to him by the time you decide that you'd like him to bend you over his desk and pump a baby into you.

I could see actually asking him going one of two ways.

One, he's all for it. You've just made his life easier by being the one to bring it up. Of course he'll give you his children schatzi. How many would you like? 2? 3? 5? He'll give you a whole soccer team if you'd like, it's not like he isn't well paid. What's that? You weren't expecting him to help? Oh no he can't have that. They're his children too. You understand right? He's going to be a good father and a good husband. He's going to bring you home to his mother and grandmother.

This screams older König to me, he's a little more self assured through time and his years in the military. So when you gather the courage to tell him he's surprised and all for it. I hope you thought this through before you brought it up because there's no turning back now.

Two, he's completely floored. Like, I'm sorry what did you just say? His tinnitus must be really bad today because he could have sworn that you'd asked him if he'd agree to give you babies. He's confused, probably hard as a rock at the suggestion because he absolutely was not staring at you the other day when you bent over to file some stuff in his office. He also did not use that image to help get himself off in the shower later that night. I don't think he'd be able to answer you right away so you'd have to tell him to think about it, maybe give him a little wink before you leave.

Perseverance would be your best friend. You want his babies then you have to work for it. He's half certain that he dreamed the whole interaction and is too terrified of the reaction if he were to bring it up and it really was all just a dream.

You catch him drinking alone one Friday night, caught up in his thoughts. You've been tormenting him all week, at least that's how he feels. Every spare moment he has is clouded with thoughts of you. Your softness, your flirty smiles, your beauty. And gods wouldn't you just be such a good mother? He's so distracted by it that he doesn't notice your approach until you're right in front of him. Instead of office attire you've changed into something comfortable, holding your drink of choice in hand. Your smile stretches across your pretty face, as you take a seat next to him without asking.

He doesn't say anything, but downs his entire glass of whiskey in one heavy gulp. Tonight you're his. Whether it was a dream or not he's got it in his head now and there's no going back. He wants you and he's going to have you.

I might still write this but these are my thoughts lmao. I don't think you need very much at all to convince him ;) he's a little pathetic that way, but that's why we love him

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part II, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 5: Doc gets his beauty rest

Previous posts here

• We open with the scene of Marty going to confront Biff about the almanac. The book tells us, “It had been surprisingly easy for Marty to get into Biff’s penthouse—especially with Biff distracted the way he was.” And that’s all we get of that. I want to know HOW Marty got into the penthouse, especially since we know Biff himself is baffled as to how he managed to get past security. I suppose we’ll never know what sneaky shenanigans Marty engaged in. Maybe Doc dropped him off on the roof?

• Unlike in the movie, Book Biff hands the almanac right over to Marty to hold.

• Also! I have to point out the line mentioning his and Doc’s plan, because the movie doesn’t make it clear at all that there even was a plan.

I’ve seen people speculate and make up theories about the roof scene and Doc’s sudden appearance with the DeLorean. One semi-popular theory claims that the scene we see is actually Doc’s second or third attempt to pick up Marty from the roof, as he initially had no idea Marty would end up there. Basically, Biff ended up originally shooting Marty, or Marty had no choice but to jump, and the scene we get in the movie is Doc fixing things by getting there to save Marty just in time.

I mean, I can kind of see where the thought process is behind that headcanon. There’s no indication Marty’s roof escape was planned. In fact, I’ve always thought he didn’t mean to end up there but just had no choice once he was being chased. But on the other hand, the first thing he does when he gets up there is run to the edge and look over, then act visibly frustrated after. So, it’s clear he was looking for Doc and had expected him to be waiting there.

But on the other other hand: if this was planned, why wasn’t Doc there already?? Why would he cut it that close? A few more seconds, and Marty would have been dead.

Although, the headcanon’s reasoning doesn’t make total sense either. If Marty originally DIED, there’s no way Doc would have waited until the last second to swoop in and catch him as he stepped off the roof. He would have been there from the moment Marty arrived and looked down for him.

Hmm. No solution to this one! Back to 1955 we go!

• Biff’s grandmother comes across as noticeably less gruff and demanding in the book. As she’s calling to Biff as he leaves the house, her voice is described as “whining” rather than the shouting of the movie. Her exact words are, “But when are you coming back, precious?” which is interesting. Was Biff’s grandma supposed to be softer than the version we got? (She’s AWFUL in the comics btw)

• While waiting for Marty to report back on how his spying is going, Doc falls asleep in the DeLorean and has a hilarious dream.

Yeah, it’s Marty on the walkie-talkie, lol. And after getting an update, Doc immediately goes back to sleep. Good job, Doc. Your little buddy is running all around town, singlehandedly responsible for somehow getting the almanac back, and you’re taking naps. Marty only gets to sleep when he’s knocked unconscious! This doesn’t seem fair…

• The scene where Biff confronts Lorraine in town about going to the dance contains some really interesting moments from inside Marty’s head. Marty is enraged that Biff has his hands on Lorraine, and he wants so badly to jump out of the car and go help. We get these lines, which I really love:

“Both of Marty’s hands balled into fists without him even thinking about it. He couldn’t just sit here and watch this. Marty bit his knuckle. His mother was always telling him not to fight—not to let the others goad him into something by calling him “chicken.” She always wanted him to count to ten. Well, he would, this time, for his mother. But if Biff was still manhandling Lorraine by the time he was done, Marty would have to go out and stop it—no matter what else happened!”

I love Marty so much. Sweet, sweet boy. He’s willing to potentially throw their whole delicate plan out the window to rush to his mama’s assistance. Also, I love that Lorraine (and this would be Twin Pines Lorraine!) is frequently trying to coach Marty on how to deal with his anger. She makes him stop and count to ten! I so enjoy getting glimpses of characterization for Twin Pines Lorraine and her and Marty’s relationship.

Also, that’s just like…genuinely good advice for someone with anger/impulse control issues. Good on Twin Pines Lorraine for looking out for her boy and trying to help him work through his very big emotions! That’s a loving mom. (I will always defend TP Lorraine)

[briannabowen]

I'm really out here developing a full backstory for the Warren line from the time they claimed the manor for good to the time of Penny's birth...... as if I would ever fully flesh out and write it..... like I've got all these ideas and I just want to ramble on about them but WHY when in a week's time I'll move onto something else and forget about this

[hueberryshortcake]

Christmas is just a little hard, sometimes.

[abraincellandahalf]

now, PERSONALLY, I found Ruby's 40 y/o look believable but that's probably just because my mother is the epitome of the phrase "potrait of everlasting youth" and gets mistaken as being in her early 30s while nearing her 50s so-

[sweetestpopcorn]

Daemon entering the afterlife—

Daemon: Hello fam! :D father of the new king is here! ;)

*sees Saera*

Daemon: you?! What are you doing here? 🤨 How did you get in? By the way, did you finally find your fool of a father? And what about your whore mother? 😏

Jaehaerys: ...

Alysanne: ...

Baelon: Daemon, no!

😂👏🏻

[clown-eating-pig]

The fact that it’s very plausible that jon and martin heard the words “I love you” more from each other during their last months on earth than they did in the entire rest of their lives is kind of sick to me.

[sotogalmo]

6:06

Hmmm ... nightmare gas & red Smoke ,,,,

Hmmmmm