#big wig dying

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SCREENSHOTS OF BIG WIG DYING (I DID THE FIRST ONE THE REST WERE FRON @milk2521ff)

THIS IS BIG WIG MISSING AN ATTACK (@milk2521ff TOON)

[titfairy]

Madeline Usher

[bhaalsdeepbat]

multiple people asking me if i dyed my hair just for my HQ act like no babes i styled this wig. and then them being all U DIDN'T BUY IT LIKE THAT ?!

[confused-stars]

i think i need to be talked out of buying a Childe cosplay

i don't even go to cons enough to make it worth it

[little-shiny-sharpies]

Sometime in the far off future, I’m imagining that Frozal ages faster than Kalec or Wrathion since she IS still part mortal, so that means she’ll be the first to die of old age. A fact she uses when she’s trying to convince them both to do something for her in a tactic I like to call “Mortal Meitte”

“Oh? You hate me? 🥺You hate your dying wife? 🥺 Your wife who is mortal and will perish much sooner than her husbands? Sad! Sad Frozal! Guilt! Guilt for her husbands! Guilt for the rest of their lives when she is long gone and they remember all the things they didn’t want to do with her! 🥺 Husbands will feel sad about their mortal wife who is dead!”

[venmondiese]

A Cure For A Bad Day

Summary: Aemond has one of his worst days ever, nothing seems to go right. At night, at least, he gets the company of his new wife as he bathes.

Based on Ewan Mitchell's and TGC 'Scene Reactions' when he says "When we did that scene, when he had the rain machine going in, the dye on the eyepatch... it just stained the wig"

✧Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, bath sex, breeding kink, overall very sweet, aemond discovering feelings. ✧Word Count: 5.2k ✧ Ao3 link: here ✧gifs: by myfandomprompts

Aemond is known for many things. He is fierceless, perfectionist, well trained with the sword, and bold. Those things he was proud of. 

And all those things, he was not today.

He trained by morning, and Criston Cole was waiting for him. The sword felt slightly different on his hand, weird, but he just took it that he slept badly and that's why his arm felt numb. 

Now, after losing his eye, he had to learn things differently. He had a considerably big blind spot, and so he learned how to keep it aware of his surroundings as training with the sword. Yet, those things do not have in mind the little rocks on the ground, which he stepped on and twisted his ankle as he tried to defend Ser Criston’s attack.

And with that, he twisted his ankle and slightly cut his hand. 

He was annoyed, but he tried not to pay attention to it. A silly mistake. The rock was on his blind side, how could he notice? It was a rookie mistake, and it burned his cheeks to remember it. 

By the evening, after eating, he decided to ride Vhagar. His girl liked long rides, not so fast but more calm, and prowling around the crownlands skies.

 He did not anticipate the rain. 

For some reason or another, Vhagar was as grumpy as him, and she did not seem to want to go over the clouds in the rain. No, she wanted full on take a bath on the rainfall.

And Aemond had to bear it. But what was worse was when he realised that his eyepatch had dyed his hair. He just picked the worst eyepatch today. 

His hair was slightly silver auburn, and just in some parts. He hated it, and it made his day ten times worse as he realised the eyepatch had been too tight, and it had been suffocating his scar without him realising. 

He had trouble with the sensibility on his left side of his face, and just today he put his eyepatch too tight. It made him furious.

And he decided to make it everyone’s problem. 

He was laying in the bathtub, next to the fire as he had a horrible headache. He came in, demanding a bath as the servants had to rush to get him hot water.

 He took his own clothes off, kicking his boots away, refusing any servants touch as he undoes his own leather jerkin, he unties his breeches, grunting and mumbling in frustration, hating each instance of this day. He thinks a bath will help him to relax even a bit. He just wanted to sleep, and end up with this horrible day. 

His scar itches, and it drives insane. It was as if the itchcame from the deep parts of his cheekbones and it drove him mad. He was at the edge of peeling his own skin to scratch his damn scar. 

Only in his undergarments, he ignores the chilling cold from the chamber, and he walks barefoot as the servants fill the bathtub with hot water. As hot as possible. He walks over the chimney, and throws the eyepatch in, hoping it burns in hell. 

His loose hair, tinted with the dye of the eyepatch. If he only knew who was the mastermind behind it, who decided to spend coins on it; he would kill them. And they better hope this stupid dye can get off with the bath, or head will start rolling. 

The water was hot, but he paid no mind. He liked boiling hot, and he sat against his as he let the attendant boy prepare scents and the oils to put on the water, and to wash him. Aemond didn’t allow him to wash him; yet. He wanted some moments of peace in the hot water, so he remained a good amount of time still.

“Bring me the ointment that Maester Orwyle prepared for my eye” Aemond’s voice is low, yet demanding as the boy gets out, not without bowing to the prince.

He waits, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would calm his nerves, his headache. He believes it works, so he is focused on it, as he accommodates his legs on the water, trying to be relaxed.

Time is a bit dizzy, and when he hears the door open, he can hear the servants speaking hushedly, as if wanting him not to hear. Good, because he didn’t want to listen to them either. 

He can hear the little taps that the shoes do as the maid leaves the oils for his hair on a near table, and takes his hair on her hands, gently. He doesn’t turn to face her; he just wants the damn dye to get off. 

Hands wash his hair, and if he wants to relax, this is making it impossible. The little tugs and the awful way that scrubs his hair to take the dye off, and the weird caresses on his neck from time to time. 

“You are not doing correctly" he grumbles to the servant with closed eyes as his migraine is persistent. "Learn how to wash a prince's hair" he adds, sharply.

“Apologies” The voice comes as a murmur, a bit strained if even, as the hands go to his neck, and all the way up.

“My prince” He adds sharply, he cannot believe his luck today. “When you address a royal member of the Targaryen House, you use their title. My prince” he says, patronisingly and even angry. 

“Yes, my prince” a little cough at the end, he either thinks the maid is trying to hold back a laugh or embarrassment. Not that he cares, as he has his eye closed and a hand on his temple, his head resting on his hand, that caresses his forehead trying to get that awful headache away

Aemond's face was scrunched up in pain, as his eyes were closed. "Are you new at this? I swear... I am starting to believe that they are just sending me incompetent maids to attend to me..." the young prince groaned.

His body stiffens, as arms go to wrap his neck from behind, and before he can sit up properly, he feels the maid kiss his cheek lovingly as she giggles. “Apologies, my prince…” 

The voice is clear as day, and if his hand was going to fetch the little dagger on the table by his side, it stops. 

He turns his head to his right, seeing your wide smile as you wait for his reaction. He groans, rolling his eyes, which causes you to laugh loudly.

His new wife, she always liked to tease him and cling to him, always hugging him, taking his hand in hers or kissing him all over. He didn’t mind; he always allowed her even at court. But he won’t admit that he likes it too.

“Wife” he greets you as he sighs, and he feels your hand rubbing circles in the back of his neck. 

“I know, I do not know how to wash hair. You’ve made it completely clear”

“I thought you were a servant” he says, looking at her. “You are a highborn lady, you don’t need to know how to.”

“True…” you say, moving some of the wet hair out of his face, and squeezing it so it isn’t dripping. “I heard that my prince had a horrible day, and he was in a bad mood. Servants do talk, you know…” you say looking at him with a smile “Wanna tell me about it?”

Aemond sighs and looks at you, as you take the sponge to wash his body. He sighs as you pour some of the water in his chest and start scrubbing softly.

“"A terrible day... I stepped on a rock, and twisted my ankle and cut my arm in the process... Then i wanted to relax with a ride on Vhagar, but it started to rain, the fucking dye of the eyepatch got all over my hair and eye.. I have the worst migraine now..." his voice is rough, and he seems annoyed at the memory of it. “And I haven’t seen you as much as I’d like”

It wasn’t the worst day he has ever lived. Maybe. When he lost his eye it could be the top one. He won Vhagar, at the cost of his eye. It was an amazing thing, traded for the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He was still living the consequences of it today, as his scar stinged on his skin.

“Not your best day, I see” you say softly, scrubbing his chest. He enjoys it, as he looks at you, leaning back in the bath as you scrub his chest. “I’m sorry to hear it”

“I don’t need pity” 

You chuckle “It is not pity” you say softly, looking at your husband. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

Aemond stays silent. He is not used to someone caring about him like this. Sure, his mother cared for him, and so did Helaena But not like this. 

“Be by my side”

The silence is a bit comforting, as you wash his body. He looks at you deeply, and he cannot help but think how stunning you are. You didn’t find any discomfort in washing him, in caring and tending to him. You never once seem disgusted by his lack of eye, by his empty eye socket, or his ugly scar. Never once you discarded him. 

It was more than often that you placed the ointment prepared by maester Orwyle on his eye, his scar, where his nerves were permanently damaged and they brought discomfort to him. You never once complain.

“You look different” he says, looking at you in the dim lights of the room.

“Different how?” you ask, as you finish brushing his hair, making sure the dye is almost completely getting off his wet hair. He has little curls, which makes you smile like an idiot.

“I do not know. Shining. Radiant. Lovely.” He murmurs, moving one of his wet hands to tickle a strand of hair on your ear. “Different”

“So I usually do not look radiant or lovely…”

“Not what I meant” he groans and you chuckle softly. “You were sick. Now you look much better in… spirits.”

“You look different too” You say looking at him with a smile. Your eyes fall to his chest, and you smile. He notices how you get flustered at the sight of his nakedness. 

“More wounded” he says ironically, leaning back with a sigh. 

“Stronger” you correct him smiling. “More… mhm. I’d say more… Hot”

“You think I am hotter when I'm wounded?”

“Not what I meant” you say chuckling under your breath, “I meant… I like seeing you like this... Leaning back is so... manly, and hot…" 

“Oh, do you?” he asks slightly amused, leaning back still as he looks at you, nodding and smiling. Aemond frowns a bit, and he hisses then you accidentally hit his new wound on his wrist. 

“Sorry, love” you say, kissing his hand, and smiling. “You know, when I was little they cured my wounds like this. With a kiss”

“Did they?” He asks, trying to remain interested even with his headache. 

“Yes. Like this” She says kissing near his wound, a very feather-like kiss. “See? Does it feel better?”

You look at him with an adorable expression, as if you truly think that this would make him feel better. Aemond blinks, as he looks at you. 

It ticks him the wrong way that you care about him. Why would you? Perhaps it is a womanly thing. He wasn’t so sure. Perhaps as his wife, it is your burden, having to make a maimed man feel better. 

The prettiest maiden in court, chained to a maimed man, deformed and always wounded, stuck in the pain of his eye to see beyond. Wasting your best years with him. 

And he cannot decipher why.

“Aemond?” You ask as he trails off. 

“Yeah” he clears his throat, awkwardly, and he moves his legs a bit. “I guess so” 

“Where else does it hurt?” You ask sweetly.

He sometimes hates how kind you can be, he doesn’t know what your upper intentions are, but after all, you are his wife even if he can’t decipher you.

“Well, my eye, obviously…” he says a bit embarrassed “And… my left foot, I guess. And my arm, because I slept on it… and…”

You nod, looking at him as he speaks. He is intimidated, he realises. You make sure to hear all of what he has to say, with your sweet eyes. 

You move to the end of the bathtub, and move to kiss his ankle softly, no complaints, no hesitation. Nothing… odd, about it. Only out of tenderness. You kiss his shoulder, and his left cheekbone, softly, to make sure it doesn’t burn on his skin. He just lets you, because it makes you happy, thinking that it helps.

And he doesn’t realise that it actually helps him, in a way. The smile on your face makes him smile too, and he sighs.

“Better?” 

“Mhm” he hums in agreement, looking at your face. “Better when you're with me, yes” 

He is utterly head over heels for you, even if he isn’t good with feelings. He loves you, even when he seems slightly annoyed by you. 

“And you?”

“And me?” You ask curiously.

“You were sick. Coughing like crazy, and all your body ached.” he says softly, “in confinement, away from me… Do you truly feel better?”

“I am better. Lady Westerling got all of us sick” you say with a slight smirk. “my body still aches a bit, but it’s…” you hesitate a bit, slightly nervous.

“Then join me” he interrupts, moving to try and get you in the bathtub with him. "The hot water will do good to you..."

"It will burn my skin, I hate how hot you take these baths..." you protests, moving his hands off your waist as he tries to pull you in.

"The Blood of the Dragon, wife" he says smugly, smirking. "It is cold, anyways. It is barely warm"

"You like it boiling hot" You say smiling to him, and he presses a kiss on your jaw.

"I do, indeed." He admits "Come on, get in with me"

“Aemond, my nightgown…” you protest, and he rolls his good eye.

“You have others, let it get wet” You seem to give in, as he helps you get in, holding your hand as you enter the bathtub. “It will do good to your aches.” He insists, taking your waist in his hands to place you on his lap.

“I think it is an excuse” you say, blushing a bit as you accomodate on his lap.

“A good one, you must admit” he says looking at you, and he passes his hands all the way up to your back.  “But an innocent one, I must admit” he says, and you tilt your head as if asking him to elaborate “I don’t think I am up for anything, I am too tired for it”

You hum, his still wet hair made him look almost cute. His little curls...

“The dye came off” you say, as he leans to kiss your neck a bit. “I can go to the tailor and ask them to make another eyepatch one for you. More fancy. With real leather. Maybe add some fancy dragon scales in it” 

“Hm. Fine” he says looking up at you, smiling at how delicious you were. He places a kiss on your hand, and he smiles. “What is bothering you?”

You stay still, blinking a bit. “Court. Ladies… at court. They don't seem to like me much. I mean, they like me but I always feel excluded. Like I am doing too much for them to like me”

Aemond looks at you, a bit surprised by it. He places his hands on your waist, and he certainly was thinking about how to comfort you. He wasn’t a court charmer either, so he hummed.

“I thought you had friends.” 

“I do… I guess. They just never seem to think of me when doing things. They do not hate me, no… I am the new one…, and so they just…. Don’t include me”

“I’ll include you” he states nodding. “I’ll bring you with me everywhere. Training, riding Vhagar, in the library, all of it.” He proposes softly. 

“Hm. It would be pleasant.”

You smile softly, your hands, now wet and in the water, move from his abdomen all the way up to his chest.

Your husband was well fit. A prince of the realm, training with the sword since he was little. He practised almost every day, and was very detail-oriented in his field. And that paid off, as he was lean; yet muscular. 

You two were still newlyweds. Maybe three months since you two married, and things were a bit awkward still. You tried to decipher his odd behaviour and he tried the same with yours, starting to know each other personally, yet there was a bond, a silent affection you both shared for the other.

His body felt warm. He had stayed at the bathtub for Gods know how many hours, and he was all wet and shiny. You hand caressed his muscles, going up from his abdomen to where his wispy chest hair were. 

“What is in your mind?”

You hum, and smile “How handsome my husband is” you murmur “How good he is to me…” you add “How much I truly like you…”

Aemond raises his eyebrows, and he looks at you as your hand caress his torso up and down, slowly, as if you were tempting him. 

“Oh?”

You nod softly, and even if he doesn’t know you too well; he knows this face.

You move to kiss his neck, your arms wrapped around his torso as you leave little kisses all over his skin. He chuckles a bit, at your little desperation for the demonstration of love, you were such a physical person for him. 

“Darling, what are you-”

“I just missed you” You say, and he can see in his head the pout you would form if you weren’t so eagerly kissing his neck. 

He chuckles as his hand holds your waist firmly on his lap, and he leans his head back, facing the ceiling as you two spoke. “Very eagerly, I see” 

“You are tired. But let me…” 

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him as you press gentle kisses there, and he smiles, starting to feel the boiling arousal in his abdomen, looking at the ceiling as if it could distract his mind. 

“Very well” 

His arms went to the edges of the bathtub, as he felt the fabric of the nightgown against his chest, and he certainly was starting to enjoy the constant nibbling and wetness of your kisses. 

Aemond lets out a quiet groan, enjoying the gentle bites at his neck, as he feels his neck a little warmer. “You little minx- Did you just give me a hickey?”

Your giggle tells him all, as you move your lips to the start of his clavicle. His good eye closes as he enjoys the way your mouth feels against his sensitive skin. 

“You are simply… delicious” you murmur, your kisses going lower to his chest, before stopping a moment.

“Do not tell me you want to leave a hickey there…” He says, moving his head down to look at you.

As he imagined before, your mouth turns into a pout as you frown; most adorably he must add. 

“Oh, please! Let me try” You ask him “It is a way to show you that I missed you” You add, trying to convince him as he chuckles, making a mocking sound. 

Aemond rolls his eyes as he feels your eager mouth sucking the skin of his chest, as if he was some kind of… not even he knew. It felt strange. Worshiped and feral. That’s how it felt, at least for him.

Once you separate, you look at your work, your thumb moving along the bruised skin with a satisfied smirk. 

“Looks so good on you” you swear, as if it was a matter to be known. 

“If it makes you happy” he says, accommodating on his seat, the water moving along with him. “My turn, then?” 

You shake your head with a giggle “You always make it a mess!”

That he did, and he smiles a bit, seeing the lack of lovemarks of your neck.

It is you who eagerly kiss him, and press your body to his, as if needing him. He isn’t one to complain, as he feels your eager lips pressing against his and your tongue invading his mouth. Rather bold, to his taste. But he likes it.

Your hands on his shoulder make their slow way down, passing temptingly slow from his chest, to his abdomen. He gasps in the kiss, as if he was some kind of maiden, when he feels your hands underwater on his crotch and touching his cock. 

He frowns a bit as he separates, trying to demand an answer. “Wha-” he tries to ask before you shut him up with a kiss, not even letting him speak.

Rather eager, aren’t we… He thinks, but he isn’t one to complain, as your touch is like magic to his dick. In the water is odd, he has to admit, but his member thinks otherwise as he gets aroused from your eagerness.

You smooch him with kisses, and he feels… intimidated, in a good way. You don’t even allow him to breathe without going for another kiss, desperate. Feral.

He has a feral wife, it seems. 

“Darling, what are you…” he asks amused as you break the kiss, just to move your wet skirts all the way up, but he can’t see much of your pussy in the water, which he dislikes a lot. 

“I missed you” you repeat “A lot.” 

“It isn’t as if you were confined in a tower for years. It was barely two days. And I visited you-”

“I need you, husband” you state impatiently, as your knees move to the sides of his hips. “so, if you are tired, I’ll do it” 

He blinks, surprised and taken aback. He is rather amused and aroused, at his bold wife.

“Alright” he says, looking at you as you can do the work alone. 

He isn’t tired for sex, not at all. He can certainly get the energy, maybe not perform as usual, but he’ll do it if you ask. You didn’t even need to ask for it. But seeing you in control is better than that.

You rode him once, for later to admit that it wasn’t your favourite position, because you grew tired quickly. He didn’t mind, but now he thinks he’ll have you riding him at least once a week.

The way your dick enters your body is slow, as you slowly lower yourself on it. He can see your face contoured with pleasure, how you shut your eyes, and your hands grip on his shoulders as you whimper on it, you open your mouth and he leans to kiss your neck a bit, as if wanting to give back the affection you give him.

More than bounce on it, you find it more practical to grind on it. Your hands, that move between his waist and his shoulders, as if you didn’t know where to hold him to help you grind against his cock.

“That’s so good…” you whimper as you grind on his cock. 

The water moves around, the harder you grind, the harder it moves on the bathtub. He is even sure that some of it has overflowed the bathtub, as he looks at your pretty face, as you moan needily. His hand moved to pull down your nightgown, just enough to expose both of your tits in the firm fabric. He pulls it down to expose your shoulders a bit, and it is a sight that only arouses him more.

“It’s so good, baby?” He asks looking up to you, and he leans his head to kiss your nipple, gently. 

He knows you missed him. You are not rough, or a mess on his cock. You are doing it so prettily, so sweetly, he knows that you truly have missed him and his touch. 

“Yeah, so-so good.” You babber a bit, nodding as he kisses your other breast softly. He does not hold you, he has his hand on the back, trying to keep him firm as you ride him. 

His right hand holds your waist, as he notices. Your arms are on his shoulders as you whimper and moan, grinding him, not even minding the water around.

He has to admit, in the bathtub isn’t as comfortable as outside of it. The water doesn’t help to be smoother, if anything, he has the impression it does the contrary. It may be just him, as you don’t say anything against it.

“So eager, baby…” he says amazed, and now he feels like the one worshipping you. He just adores you, he realises, as he sweetly talks you through it “You just needed me, this badly?” He asks, kissing your jaw.

The little nods you give him are enough to get him moving his hips slowly up to meet your little grinds and bounces.

He kisses your breast again, and the other, and the other. He adores you, how the little mewls from your mouth are so arousing for him as you clench your pussy around him. 

“Aemond…” you whine. “Feels.. amazing, so good...” you repeat, as if you couldn't think of anything else, as he looks up to you. 

 He is just surprised you have gotten this far without begging him to take control. They way he’d take your waist and flip you around, to make you hold the other edge of the bathroom, just to take you from behind, again, and again, and again. The water would overflow the bathtub completely, and his seed would be securely in your womb. 

But you don’t ask him, and he doesn’t do it. He likes the sweetness of it. He likes how you look at him needily for both of your lips to meet on a kiss, passionate as your bounces and grind are slightly weaker. 

“My special girl…” he murmurs, kissing you again and again, not minding if they are pecks or if he has the opportunity for his tongue to play with yours. “I love you”

You nod, whimpering and whining as you say it back. I love you, I love you, I love you. Again and again, as if it was some prayer.

“Aemond” you moan into his mouth, 

“I know. Can you feel how good you take me?” He asks softly, kissing your chin, as he holds your waist to help you bounce on his cock. The splash of the water amuses and arouses him, and he groans at the sight of your nightgown fully soaked, glued to your figure.

“Mhm. Yes, yes, Gods, yes” you said, probably numb and already cockdrunk, just enjoying the feeling of his cock so deep inside.

“You want me to fill you, hm? To make you round with my seed, baby?” He asks, looking at you, moving to kiss your neck. 

He is also rambling at this point, as you squeeze him in the perfect way, asking to be filled with cum. He ignores how the water splashes his chest and back, how it is practically soaking the carpet under the bath, and making a mess. He has to remember how wet it might be so you two don’t slide on the floor. 

“Aemond, I… oh, Gods, Aemond!”

You little moans are music to his ears, as he holds your waist to move you down to his cock, to his taste. Not as rough as usual, but certainly desperate enough to want to cum.

“Will you cum for me, darling?” He asks, as he feels your hips grinding more desperately on him, and he throws his head back on the edge as he feels his balls tighten as well. You did wonders on him. “Cum for me and I’ll fill you up as you so much like” he promises, almost feral for you to cum. 

Your release made him moan, loudly, as he held you tight on his cock as he cums as well. He looks lazily at you, panting and whimpering still, which only serves to fuel the last remains of arousal on his abdomen, filling your womb with his cum. He hopes it takes root  and to see you grow pregnant as moons pass by.

“Thank you” you say, breathless against his chest, kissing his cheek sweetly. 

He smiles a bit, by how pleasure drunk you obviously were. He moves you slightly, to pull out from you and accommodate you on his chest, which you take comfort in. “Nothing to be thankful for. I thank you. Having sex is rather… good for when one had a bad day” he says smiling. 

You smile, and look at him, caressing his chest as you remain in this position, calmly breathing as he tries to stop panting. 

“Have I made it better?” You ask, softly, looking up to him.

He chuckles softly, almost amused by how ridiculous the question was.

“Just by having a sight of you, you make my day better” he says. 

Even if he was new to this whole marriage thing, even if sometimes he didn’t know you that well as your ladies-in-waiting and sometimes just allowed you to be even if it bothered him. He didn’t understand you most of the time, but he certainly adored you, very dearly. 

“I can make it even better” you say almost proudly, and he raises his eyebrow, looking at you laying on his chest. The water wasn’t even hot anymore, but more cold than he could bear. 

“Oh, how so?” He asks amused. “Did you claim a dragon? Only that can top the amazing moment that we just-”

“I am with child” you say simply, looking at him with a smile. 

He stops on his tracks, and looks at you as he takes in what you said. He blinks, looking at you, and you smile awkwardly at him. Was he happy? The prospect always puts him in a good mood. But maybe it wasn’t as you thought? One thing was words, and other actions.

You watch his eye as he seems to have hundreds of thought per second, his face slight confused as he frowns a bit, before his lips turn into smile full of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” 

“No... Maester Orwyle informed me this morning” you say softly. “He says that probably our wedding night was fruitful. I don't know. I don't look that pregnant, after these months. We have to figure it out in these days, so we can see when the birth is due... It's funny, because at first we thought it was from the sickness, that I got the worst part… but I just happened to be sick and pregnant”

That's why Maester Orwyle looked at him with a slight smirk as he helped desinfect his arm after training. You probably asked him to keep the secret so you could tell him.

That's why there was something off about you. He couldn't get exactly what, but something was off. It made sense, how nervous you were and how you tried to tell him before, but he was a fool to not notice it.

“Oh, my love…” he says, as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him. “Oh… I don’t… I... What can I even say to that?”

He is surprised, and he can’t believe it. You were pregnant. You actually were. His little offspring, growing in your womb right at this moment. Your stomach was not firm by any mean, he couldn't decipher it even if he liked so.

“That is… That is the best thing anyone has ever told me” he admits, chuckling a bit in surprise. “You are going to be a mother. And you are going to make me a father” 

"We are, indeed" You say smiling to him. "In some months, it will be me, you and a weeping babe"

He can feel his nose burn as he smiles, the image on his head as he forces himself not to cry of happiness, a weird chuckle comes out of his mouth.

"You are right" he says looking at you. "So, you are definitely moving to my chambers now, aren't you? No more personal chambers, no more confinement when sick. You are not leaving my side, not you or our little dragon" He states nodding, not for discussion. He can't have you just wandering around without him near to protect both of you.

He smiles, as you giggle. His day certainly got better, all thanks to you. His hands caress your back soothingly, as he is just... happy. He forgets about his horrible day, how his ankle still hurts or how his scar stings on his cheek and forehead as he smiles. What is that compared to the joy of knowing that he will be a father? A father to your children as well?

“Now, how come Lady Westerling got my pregnant wife sick?” he teases you as you roll your eyes. “She is in so much trouble, who does she think she is? Both my wife and my sweet baby? Oh, she is not going to see sunlight ever again-”

“Aemond!” you giggle, but he smooches your cheek with kisses that only makes your giggles grow louder.

[squeakadeeks]

"that damn white boy keeps coming into my dungeon and eating all my various beafts" - Thistle

YIPPEE Thistle is done! Dungeon meshi has had my brain in a gorilla grip for months and I really wanted to make something from it. I was already drawn towards Thistle for his jester aesthetic, but I ended up becoming quite fond of his character too, which I am oft to do haha. He was a fun one to add accents to and play around with his various vibes, although blunt cutting his bangs physically pained me.

The main jacket is made of 3 yards of purple microsudede and red matte satin, both from big Z fabrics. The pattern was McCall's M6800 (one of my all time favorites!)

There are organza sleeve petticoats in the arms to add extra volume. Additional weathering was added to the seams using black pigment powders for dimension. The underskirt is a full double circle skirt. The wig is an arda wigs luthern silky in mica. the arms are a polyester ribbed fabric from joanns that was dyed purple. (fun fact! I did actually attempt to dye the microsuede with a blue/purple gradient but holy moses this polyester microsuede absolutely refuses to uptake dye. I tried valiantly, but ultimately made peace with just purple)

[hyperfizationss]

Hi there! So first of all, I love your content, especially for mutant mayhem! I just read through your wills and wonts and it gave me a request idea. Could you please do the mm turtles reacting to their girlfriend dying their hair to match them? Thank you sm<3

Request by @maybedontdothat

𝗠𝗺 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀

𝙻𝚎𝚘💙

-Leo already thought you were his soulmate, but this is made him like head over heels in love

-when you say down in first period with blue hair he literally had no clue what was going on. He actually pinched himself because he thought he was in a dream.

-Bum bum bum bum bum bum and she cried over nothing so there was nothing I could do to stop her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off bum bum bum bum bum bum 

-you didn’t say anything to him first period. He didn’t even know you were planning on dying your hair.

-It was a complete surprise to him, and he freaking loved it.

-Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss, kiss kiss

-Need I say more

-“is that for me” he asked nervously “ no totally not” she said sarcastically

-He’s not a big fan of change by any means but he’s freaking loved your hair. It’s the one time he thought change was good that and when they were kinda excepted into the human world.

𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗵❤️

-bro got so rizzed.he knew it was for him he Almost fainted to,his little Brain just went:🫣

-he resulted back to caveturtle,no words out grunts of happiness

-bro,wouldn’t let go off you,the whole time he was just kinda on your side

“Babe,you don’t have the next class with me”

“I do now”

-he wouldn’t let go,he got his schedule changed too

-it’s like a constant reassurance to him that you like him and you don’t think he’s some kind of freak

ԃσηηวє 💜

-let me start off by saying like the other tow he was not stunned,he was legit so amazed.he thought you looked cool,and bold!

-he immediately gave you a list of anime characters you could display that had purple hair,he was so excited

-he literally couldn’t take his yes of you,it was just to cool 😎 he honestly thought you were like such a badass and that you looked so cool

-literally learned how to do hair because of this,he wanted to see every single hairstyle on you.

“Damn,wish I had hair,you look so kewl😢”

“Do you want a wig or smt?”

-and that’s how Donnie got a wig

ɱıƙɛყ🧡

-ha ginger

-anyways…..

-he actually made more ginger jokes than I did,but nonetheless he loved it.again like raph he saw you in the hallway and he immediately screamed in happiness and ran up to hug you.

-happy boy,happy boy

-but bro why would you wanna be a ginger?

-BY CHOICE TO!?

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴💗💗💗💗💗

I’ve been real tired due to school(8th grade is kicking my ass😣) and I’m sorry for not posting much

I’ve just been tired but except some new content anytime now

[lilisouless]

Zoya: the theater group that was supposed to come for the anniversary of the end of the Ravka war cancelled, i promised a play!

Nikolai: don't worry, i got this

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Zoya: remind me never blindly trust an "i got this"

Nikolai: why? they are making a good job on the effects, and they will do anything for money

Alina: shhh! my big moment is comming!

Jesper with a long white wig: But my beloved Mole-

Wylan whispering: Mal-

Jesper: There has to be another way!

Wylan shirtless and with a six pack painted on his belly with a marker: There is no other way, Alina. Its your fate and dying for you its mine, as said by the cool and not at all awful tattoo of mine

Mal: I wasn't shirtless when i died

Alina: in my mind you were

Jesper: i can't do it!

Wylan: you must!

Jesper: okay! (fakes stabbing Wylan who fakes a collapse) oh Mal, Rakva will honor your braveness, and i will always remember how much i love your abs...and personality and all that shit

Alina snifs: its like they were just there

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Zoya: so..why did she choose that role?

Nikolai: she said it she wanted a loud range of emotions

Nina with a big fake black kefta: Join me, Alina Starkov! join me to the shadow side , HAHAHAHA!

Zoya: at least practicing her evil laugther actually paid up

Jesper: Never! you just will just steal my power!

Nina stomping her foot; but why won't you give it to me?! why-won't you give it to me!

Mal: and...now "the darkling" is crying like a baby...at least they got that right

Nina: You need me! you need the shadow!

Jesper: no...this is..BONE! (fakes stabs Nina)

Nina: noooo! i am dyiiing....nooo, why didn't i bring a blade proof kefta, nooo

Nina fake coughing: Alina...please...do something for me...

Jesper fake crying while an onion slips from his fake kefta: yes?

Nina: "cough" tell...Zoya...to give that little grisha, Nina Zenik (the cutest one) all the waffles she wants (fakes a collapse)

Jesper: now its my time to die too, Tamar. Tolya, bring me my boytoy

Mal: excuse me? "man toy" please

Kuwei enter the scenario while dragging Wylan around

Tolya: is he supposed to be me or you?

Tamar: he has an undercut, so probably me-

Kuwei: Sankta Alina, we can cure you! I can cure you with my axe!

Kuwei turning around,showing a sidetail on the other side of his face: this makes me want to do some poetry

Tamar: oh, he is both of us, like the detail that the arm playing me is more muscular

Tolya: its literally not-

Jesper: no...i´ll die, my job here is done

Kuwei as Tolya : but my saint! you can't leave us!

Kuwei turning around as Tamar: Ravka is still a mess

Jesper: And thats your problem now, so long suckers! (fakes to die over Wylan´s body as Kuwei cries)

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Inej with a fake blue kefta: i hope all of you know how lucky you are to be on my pressence

Zoya: this whole play is awful, all our portrayals are so one note and exagerated, we are not like that on real life. My eyes are too good for this sight

Inej : A triple funeral, a country with no money (flips her hair) my eyes are too good for this sight

Zoya: everyone shut up

Matthias with a cardboard crown: Oh yes, and i am the king now, i was hidden to treat my injuries completely unrelated to demonic possesion and (looks up at cue cards) improbable...i am a pearl...something , something...charming

Nikolai: who let him play me?

Kaz with a cheap red wig and a patch before the big curtain falls : and i...was ruination

Zoya: always the need to have the last word

Genya clapping: as "she" should

[ckret2]

On chapter 30 of The Writer Uses Misleading Graphics To Trick You Into Looking At This Fic About Human Bill Being The Shack's Prisoner: Summerween part 2! Bill wheedles Mabel into helping him make a costume. Mabel wheedles Bill into spilling some of his preciously-guarded secret backstory. Ford is kind of in awe.

Also there's like 4.5 drawings in this chapter. They're all very silly drawings.

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Bill wouldn't tell Mabel what his costume was—"I want to see who can guess it"—but all it needed was a brown bedsheet, a long red wig, cardboard (to be drawn upon), and flip-flop sandals.

The bedsheet was the easiest to acquire. Dipper's barely-worn brown sandals were just slightly too big for Bill but Mabel helped tie them on with yarn. the shack's cardboard supplies were still depleted from making Bill's triangle mask, but they could make do with paper and popsicle sticks. Mabel didn't have a red wig but she did have a blonde wig and red markers. Since Bill was, by his own reporting, terrible at drawing, Mabel offered to do the fancy artwork if Bill did the tedious task of recoloring the wig. He claimed he'd feel like a mortician putting makeup on a car wreck victim, but nevertheless accepted the deal, and they settled in around the living room table to get to work.

"So just a bunch of houses, right?" Mabel asked, starting on the first drawing.

"Ancient Greek-looking houses," Bill said. "So, marble and columns. Don't think too hard about the details—this is a 21st century American costume holiday, not a historical reenactment. You can slap columns on anything and call it 'Greek' and every human in town will buy it."

"Do ancient Greek houses have chimneys?"

"No," Bill said. "But adding one would be funny."

Mabel considered that, weighed up the value of historical accuracy against entertainment value, and decided giving one house a chimney would be funny. She gave the whole house a thick black outline in marker, and pulled out crayons in black, white, and whale blue to quickly add some light shading to the marble. 

Mabel didn't think she'd ever seen Bill focus so hard or so quietly on anything the way he did on coloring that old wig red. He was giving it more attention than he did his own hair: while his golden locks were a tangled, uncombed, soggy mass shoved dismissively over his shoulders, he was dying the cheap wig (and his fingertips) strand by plastic strand with the bright-eyed morbid fascination of a third grader studying a pack of ants as they disassembled a bird's corpse.

This was the longest she'd been around Bill without conversation—usually, you couldn't even walk into a room without him immediately chattering at you like the motion-activated animatronics at the Summerween store. It was hard to think around him. Bill didn't give you room to think.

What did Mabel think about Bill?

He was right, she was still mad about the mall. No—mad wasn't the right word—mad was his word—she was scared. She'd never really stopped being scared of him, if she was honest with herself. But everything he'd done that day, from tricking her into trapping herself to reminding her of almost dying, had just reinforced why she should fear him.

But. She thought he felt bad about it. And she didn't think she'd ever seen him feel bad about anything before.

Maybe that meant her experiment was working. Maybe he was changing. Yeah, he was still scary—but he was Bill Cipher, he had a lot of scariness to work through. He was moving in the right direction, and she wanted to encourage that.

He hadn't apologized for the mall; but, since he'd tried to make up for it at the time, and that was a sort of apologetic action, Mabel decided she could tentatively forgive him for that day—provided he continued to improve. Put him on forgiveness probation. And that meant they were on friendly speaking terms again.

Which was good, because the quiet was starting to get uncomfortable. She surveyed her art for something they could talk about.

After a couple of as-historically-accurate-as-she-could-imagine houses, Mabel had started varying up the designs by redesigning houses she could remember off the top of her head with columns and white marble. She'd made a stately marble Mystery Shack, and a columned-covered doppelgänger of the house with the terraced yard across the street at home, and then she'd decided to make a Greek-ish version of her own home. "Hey Bill. Have you ever seen my house?"

"In person? No. But it came up from time to time in you kids' dreams, so whether I've seen it depends on how accurate you think your dreams are," he said. "It has less plants and more windows in your brother's dreams than in yours."

Mildly disturbing answer, but not disturbing in the direction she'd expected. "What! You mean you haven't haunted our neighborhood or anything? I don't believe it."

"Do you think I spend all my time stalking random humans? Don't flatter yourself."

"Well, seeing it in dreams isn't good enough!" Mabel pulled over a blank paper. It was hours until trick-or-treaters showed up, they had a little time to waste. "I'll draw it!"

"Wow, really?" Bill looked up from his wig. "You're not worried about letting the big bad triangle see your house?"

"Come on! You already know where I live, right?"

Bill immediately rattled off, "1337 Fairview Drive, Piedmont, California, on the northeast side of the street where it's less hilly."

"Exactly—you creep. So who cares if you know what it looks like, too?"

A square, sky blue house with two stories and a triangular roof; a big living room window on the left, a covered door on the right, three windows on the second floor, and a chimney. Mabel had drawn her home plenty of times—but doing it for a friend (?) was different from doing it for a teacher or a librarian, and she put extra effort into the rose bushes under the living room window. She added her and Dipper's smiling faces in the upstairs windows and Waddles's face downstairs in the living room.

"Waddles sleeps in the kitchen, but he basically owns half the yard to wallow in. This is my room, and here's Dipper's—I get three windows, but Dipper has the biggest window and a bigger room, so it's fair, no matter what he says—"

"Oh, you two have separate rooms now?" Bill was leaning halfway around the table and craning his neck to see the image right side up.

"Uh, yeah? Since we were ten?"

Loftily, Bill said, "I don't know how you'd expect me to know that. You both still dream about sharing a room."

Mabel paused and tried to remember how often she dreamed about Dipper in his new room. Sometimes she woke and was still disoriented to find her bed in the middle of the room instead of against one wall with Dipper's on the other side. "Huh."

She added a few more details—the front steps, the gate, the shingles. (Bill watched nervously as she pulled out the gray crayon to color the driveway—but she didn't notice how it had been tampered with.) She talked about her home, and in turn Bill told her weird things, like that Dipper often dreamed of monsters coming out of the fridge. When she finished, she autographed her name with a star on the "i" in Pines, offered it over grandly, and said, "Here, you can keep this!"

Bill accepted it without the customary effusive gratitude with which one ought to accept a generously-gifted original artwork from a 13-year-old prodigy. "What am I gonna do with it?"

"That's your problem!"

"Fair enough!" He checked his leggings for pockets and, when he didn't find any, set the page on the table by his elbow. 

Offering accepted. As Bill resumed coloring his wig, Mabel picked up another piece of paper and got to work on the next columned house. "What does your house look like?"

Bill stopped dead, looked straight at her, and said, "My what?"

What was weird about the question? "Your house! Or whatever you lived in before you came here. You came from somewhere before you tried to invade Earth, right? You didn't just pop out of somebody's dream."

Bill laughed. "Yeah I did!"

"Bill."

"4500 years ago the construction workers of Egypt had a shared nightmare about the immense tombs they'd spent the last century building—"

"Biiiill."

"—and when they awoke they found the combined psychic energy of their terror had spawned a sleep paralysis demon more powerful than Ra! So then I ate their souls—"

"Seriously, Bill."

"I'm being so serious right now."

Mabel rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine! I get it. You're embarrassed." She shook her head and returned to coloring.

She felt the combined spiritual energy of hundreds of imaginary Egyptian construction workers beating down on her face from Bill's eye. Like a laser. "'Embarrassed'?"

"Because you don't have a house," Mabel said. "I think it's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed! I don't think you're a loser or anything. It's just kind of sad—"

Bill snatched up a blank piece of paper. "You want a house? Fine! I'll show you a house." He grabbed up an orange crayon, muttering, "It'll put your stupid overpriced shed in California to shame— Where's the ruler—?" Mabel tried not to grin.

For several minutes, he was perfectly silent. Mabel glanced over to see him coloring with three crayons at once, only for him to shove a hand in her face and snap, "No peeking."

Mabel got through two more drawings before Bill slapped down his paper over Mabel's. "There! How about that?!"

She looked at the drawing, which Bill had helpfully labeled "Party Central!" in red crayon. A great stone pyramid so dark brown it was nearly black, with bricks outlined in brilliant gold and molten orange and fiery red, and a sharp multicolored X hovering above it—

Mabel gave Bill a flat look. "This isn't your house, this is your Torture Temple."

"The what? Hey, is that really what people are calling it?! It's not the Torture Temple, it's the Fearamid!"

Despite herself, Mabel burst out laughing. "You named it the 'Fearamid'?!"

"It's a pyramid and humans fear it! It's genius. Portmanteaus make great names."

"What's a portmanteau."

"It's a word made from the unholy Frankensteinian fusion of two other words. Like getting 'electrocute' from 'electricity' and 'execute'!"

"Or 'romcom'?"

"Yeah, or that."

Mabel considered the drawing. "If you want to scare less people, you could call this your Bill-ding."

"HA! Oh, I'm saving that."

"Anyway, this isn't where you live," Mabel said. "You were there for like a week tops!"

"Yeah, before your great-uncle killed me. I'd still be living there if it weren't for you jerks." He stuck out his tongue.

"Come on, Bill. I showed you my house. Draw where you grew up or something!"

"What's wrong with the Fearamid?"

Mabel crossed her arms. "Why don't you want me to see your real house?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but then stopped, a thoughtful look on his face. "Eh, you know what? Why not. If you're gonna be so ridiculous about such a silly thing." He pulled over another piece of paper. "But if I don't have enough time to finish coloring this wig, you have to help me."

"Fiiine." She returned to her own drawings as Bill got back to work.

After a long silence—longer than he'd taken to draw and color the Fearamid—he said, "Okay, done. Here." And he pushed over the paper with one dismissive finger.

She eagerly accepted the drawing—and frowned. There was nothing on the page except for a straight flat black line, interrupted by three line segments of bright blue and a cluster of red and green dashes. "What is this?"

"Where I grew up," Bill said, innocently, already back to coloring the wig. Mabel could see his mischievous smirk. "As seen from the front. Just like your drawing of your house. So we're even now."

Mabel's brows furrowed as she stared at the page in confusion. "What...?"

"You do know I'm from the second dimension, right? A universe that's flat like a piece of paper. I figured Sixer would've told you all about it by now." Bill picked up the drawing and held it between his and Mabel's faces, so that, viewed from the edge, all Mabel could see of the paper was a thin flat line. "What do you think the second dimension looks like to somebody in the second dimension?"

Mabel took the paper back, looked at the underwhelming flat line representing the front of Bill's house, and said, "I hate you." 

"We had the prettiest roses in the park," Bill said, pointing at the red dashes. "Crayon really doesn't do them justice."

"Shut uppp."

Bill laughed at her; but then, to her surprise, he said, "Okay, all right, I guess a big fancy 3D creature like you can't understand the nuances of two-dimensional sight. So, here." He flipped over the page. "Top down view."

The back of the page had what looked like a floorplan. A narrow room on the left, a large L-shaped room, a tiny room nestled into the L's top right corner, and a medium room on the right. Little shapes filled the rooms—furniture of some kind?—but she didn't see anything immediately recognizable like a top-down bed or table and chairs. Green and red spirals dangled off the bottom of the floorplan.

"I'm no Edward Bishop Bishop, but it gets the idea across," Bill said.

She studied all the strange little figures in fascination, looking for anything familiar. She pointed at a few shallow bowls filled with blue sticking out of the wall between the L-shaped room and the tiny room. "Are these sinks?"

"Hey, you're pretty sharp. Sinks and the tub." 

"So the little room's the bathroom."

"Right again." Bill pointed out the rooms on the floor plan. "Master bed's on the right, kitchen and living room in the middle—and you found the bathroom—and second bed's on the left. That was my room! The one with a million books," he pointed at a wall with countless tiny multicolored lines coming off of it. "I was a big reader as a kid. I've always been an intellectual."

"Who was in the other bedroom?"

"I never really went in there, who cares." Bill made a dismissive gesture. "I think there were some desks and stuff in there too, but I didn't bother to draw them since I never used them." He picked up a yellow and a black crayon and added on to the drawing, dexterously turning the crayons in his hand to switch between colors without setting either one down. "I spent most of my time in my room." He'd drawn a little yellow triangle with an eye. He picked up a red crayon to point an arrow at the triangle and label it "Me!" "I didn't even have to leave the room to see the TV. The perks of psychic powers!"

Mabel wondered which of the weird shapes was the TV; but before she could come to a decision, she was distracted by the scale of Bill drawn in his room. Maybe he'd just drawn himself big, but he seemed cramped in that narrow space. And he'd hardly have room to turn around in the bathroom without his corner smacking something. "It looks pretty small. Is that normal on your home world?"

"Ah, I rarely spent time at home—it was just a place to sleep between speaking engagements," Bill said. "I was always on tour. Living the life of the rich and famous! Hotels, jet planes, and tour buses!"

Mabel shot him an irritated look. "You said this is where you grew up."

"This is where I grew up! I got an early start making my fortune. I was already famous by the time I was, uh..." he pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Developmentally, I think I would've been about equivalent to your age. Maybe a bit younger."

How much of all this was true? It didn't feel like a lie—and she couldn't see how he'd benefit from lying about any of it, except maybe claiming to be famous. So it probably had to be true. He'd actually made her a drawing of his house. Even after he'd complained about being so bad at art. She beamed at him. "Thanks, Bill. Your weird alien house is neat! I like the squiggly spiral flowers! Are they actually roses?"

"They were the flower that everyone mentions in poetry and that you have to bring home when your wife is mad, so, same basic function as roses," Bill said. "Fun fact, they grow in spirals so that they're pretty on the outside, but—"

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"—but have more surface area to absorb sunlight on the inside," Mabel said, pointing at the flowers. "Alien biology! And the orange things are couches and the colorful box in front of them is his TV, and Bill says he could watch TV through the wall but he never really liked TV, he preferred live performances—maybe we should take him to a musical! And the little sideways cushions on the walls are their beds because gravity goes to the left because their house faces east—I have no idea why!—so, I guess that's their 'floor'? But if that's the 'floor,' Bill didn't explain why all his books were on the 'ceiling' without them falling off, and..." Mabel trailed off, giving Ford a concerned look. "Grunkle Ford? Are you okay?"

He was gaping at the drawing. "Wh—? Yes. Sorry. I'm just..." He shook his head in amazement. "I never even got that slippery eel to admit he has a calendar system, and you got the blueprints to his childhood home?"

Dipper said, "Yeah, this is amazing. How did you get this out of him?"

"Oh, I didn't do anything special," Mabel said casually. "Just drew our house and then suggested he was too scared to let me see his."

Dipper grimaced. "You showed him our house?"

"Don't worry about it! He already knows where we live."

"Of course," Ford said, taking a quick note in his journal. "Exploiting his ego. He's very proud; undermine that pride and he'll feel compelled to defend his honor." Ford had started goading Bill into giving away more than he meant to the same way. He wished he'd started doing it far earlier; but he'd spent so many years foolishly assuming Bill's pride was objective and justified that he sometimes forgot what an egomaniac Bill really was.

As Mabel had spoken, Ford had filled several pages with bullet-pointed half thoughts: dodges questions about the master bed—his parents' room?; no bed or bedroom for a sibling, he seems like an only child; "speaking engagements" is probably a euphemism, what was he doing to become a child celebrity; were his books his only childhood possessions or just the only thing he valued enough to draw; did he gain his "psychic powers" while amassing the power he needed to "liberate"/destroy his dimension? "Can I borrow this drawing to make a photocopy?"

"Sure! Don't forget the line on the back," Mabel said. "And you can copy the Fearamid, too! Did you know he named it the 'Fearamid'?"

"Oh yeah, I heard him call it that," Dipper said. "I think I recorded it in Journal 3?"

"I should've read that before we threw out all of Grunkle Ford's Bill stuff," Mabel sighed. She slid over the Fearamid drawing to Ford. "Bwop! He drew it tilting all weird to the left? He wasn't kidding when he said he's bad at drawing."

Ford studied the drawing and frowned. He lay his pen on the drawing to use like a makeshift ruler. "It's not 'skewed'—he drew the front face as a perfect equilateral triangle, and then extended a side on the right to turn it into a pyramid. It's poor perspective—there's no point of view from which one side would look like a perfect equilateral triangle and you could see another side, but..." He trailed off again as he made a note to himself about what this might mean about Bill's ability to perceive the third dimension and his artistic sensibilities.

"So he draws like Picasso!" Mabel concluded. "Oh! Bill mentioned a name when he gave me his house, he said he wasn't like Edward Bishop Bishop—and I remembered it because it sounds funny. Bishop-Bishop. Maybe he's another artist Bill likes? Or somebody who makes blueprints?"

"I'm sure I've heard that name. I think he was a mathematician?" Ford frowned. "I can't recall, though." He wrote down another note: Edward Bishop Bishop – mathematician/artist? Something to look up later.

Dipper glanced back and forth between Ford and Mabel as they talked, feeling his stomach sink at how excited they were and how easily they got along. First the mysterious disappearing crystal shop in Portland, now Mabel made this huge discovery about the guy Ford had spent years trying to learn about... Dipper swallowed hard and tried to tell himself he shouldn't feel jealous after he'd gotten Ford to himself for basically the past year. "I can't believe you found out all this."

Mabel immediately looked at him. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

Dipper winced. He'd realized a moment too late how he must have sounded. Quickly, he said, "I mean, it's great that you did! Finding out more information about him is great. But, like... investigating the paranormal is my thing. It's what I spent all last summer doing, and it's my dream job, and... and now, the biggest paranormal mystery in human history is in our house, and you're the one getting all the info out of him?"

"Well, yeah," Mabel said. "I'm our official Bill spy, remember? I'm the one who made friends with him."

"I know, I know." He shrugged jerkily. "I'm just... kind of disappointed that I'm not prying eons-old secrets out of an alien demon. You know?"

Ford had paused in his writing to listen to Dipper thoughtfully. "I understand. When you're exceptional at something, it can be... difficult to share the limelight," he said. "Not because you don't think anyone else deserves it. You just don't know if you'll ever get it back."

Dipper's face heated up—he didn't want Ford to think he was bad at sharing, of all things—but he mumbled, "Yeah, I guess." Ford patted his shoulder understandingly. 

"Aww," Mabel said. "Didn't you say that if we're running an experiment on being nice to Bill, you want to be in the control group?" She punched his arm. "Welcome to the control, bro!"

"Ow!" Dipper rubbed his arm and laughed weakly. "Yeah, okay, you're right. This is what I get."

Mabel said, "You should try talking to Bill! Maybe he'll tell you stuff too. He's really easy to talk to as long as you don't mind him sometimes saying creepy nightmare things."

"And as long as you're prepared for his mental tricks," Ford said.

"Yeah! Grunkle Ford's got a whole class for that," Mabel said. "He'll teach you about the BITE model! It's how cults sink their teeth into you!"

Dipper chuckled. "Sure. Maybe I will. We're gonna be at home handing out candy for a few hours, maybe I'll find an opportunity to interrogate him."

"You're not going trick-or-treating?" Ford asked.

"No," Mabel said, with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

Dipper elbowed her for her theatrics; they'd already agreed on what they'd do tonight. "We've got plans with friends. But we do get to wear matching costumes again."

"Creepy ghost children!"

"Ah," Ford said. "That explains your..." He gestured at them. They were wearing a suit and a dress, old-fashioned and gray, with tattered hems and dusty black dress shoes.

"Barty helped us put the outfits together," Dipper said.

"We still need to do our makeup," Mabel said. "What about you, Grunkle Ford? What are you doing for Summerween?"

"Ah." He glanced toward the ceiling ruefully, as though he could see The Enemy in the shack through the many layers of dirt above. Summerween had been one of the things he'd missed most about Gravity Falls; even during his years as a reclusive scientist in the woods, he'd usually taken off Summerween and Halloween to hand out candy to the children bold enough to visit his house.

But Bill's eagerness to participate had sucked the fun out of the day. The thought of celebrating Summerween in the same house as Bill felt too much like celebrating with him. "Nothing, I suppose. I was planning to stay down here." He gestured at his desk. "Continue my research."

"What are you working on right now?" Dipper asked.

Ford quickly said, "Nothing. Just—the same research," and was immediately hit with a pang of guilt. Remember what happened last summer when you tried to keep secrets about Bill out of embarrassment? Reluctantly, he said, "I've... split some research duties with Fiddleford. While I'm waiting to hear back from him, I'm looking into—some magical knowledge Bill revealed. To determine how much of it's true."

Dipper looked puzzled. "Revealed when?"

Mabel slammed her hands on Ford's desk. "Grunkle Ford, you can take a break from gathering intel on the enemy for one day! It's Summerween! Promise me you'll do something to celebrate before the day's over."

Ford let out a huff, but smiled. He wanted to do something. Surely he could come up with something that would let him avoid Bill? "All right, I promise. I won't invoke the Trickster's wrath tonight. Could you leave your costume makeup in the bathroom when you're finished? I'll find something to do with it."

"Perfect!" Mabel hugged him; then grabbed Dipper's hand. "C'mon, let's finish getting dressed. The trick-or-treaters will be here any minute!"

"Okay, okay." Dipper waved at Ford as Mabel dragged him to the elevator.

When they were gone, Ford turned back to the papers Mabel had given him. Bill's childhood home... Assuming he wasn't lying, at least. But an entire blueprint seemed like a complicated spur-of-the-moment fabrication even for him. If Bill was lying, it was a lie close to the truth.

It was strange to imagine Bill as a child with a bedroom full of books. Strange to imagine Bill as a child at all. What did a young triangle look like? He couldn't imagine anything different from how Bill always looked.

The floorplan did look small. Smaller even than the apartment over the pawn shop had been. Ford tried to remember what the homes he'd seen in Exwhylia had looked like...

He raised his head as something the kids had said registered. "Barty? Who's Barty?"

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While Mabel was downstairs, Bill inspected her box of crayons.

The wrapper around the gray crayon was coming loose.

He took the glue stick they'd been using to reinforce the paper houses with popsicle sticks and carefully stuck the wrapper back on.

The house was too quiet without anyone around to talk to. He hated the quiet.

From the corner of the living room behind the table, when Bill leaned on the wall, shut his eyes, and listened closely, he could faintly hear the hidden elevator. He headed upstairs to stow the drawing of Mabel's house somewhere safe, and then went to the downstairs bathroom to finish dressing for Summerween.

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(Y'all I worked hard on those fake crayon drawings. Anyway I know we're all collectively going insane today over the book news but if you took time out of your day to read this, I'd love to hear what y'all think!)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 19 Two Year Time Skip

Reader and Ace are the 1st and 2nd to make it first (Making Zoro’s boast of coming 1st go down the gutter since he’s actually 3rd *That doesn’t mean he won’t still make fun of Sanji since he came way later than him*)

Reader woke up to the sound of all her family members voices and is amazed at seeing her family back together again and that they look different (While they’re shocked that Y/N hasn’t changed a day) though Y/N was more shocked to learn it’s actually been 2 Years! (Y/N also really wants to explore to help find the others who are also on the island, if it’s okay with her family, which they tell her yes)

I 110% believe Sanji compares Reader to a Princess from one of the books he read as a child, as she’s sleeping soundly, waiting for her ‘Prince Charming’ to wake her up with a kiss (Only when he gets to that part he becomes furious about the idea of some ‘Homewreaker’ trying to ‘steal’ his cute little sister’s ‘innocence lips’ *He gets Ace and Zoro in on it, with Robin wondering if they’re sure ‘They’re not the ‘Evil Dragons who kidnapped the Princess?’*)

Ace/Robin have the idea to actually bring her with them to see a CERTAIN Concert that she might love

Reader tells Brook how she felt about his concert (Like that scene with Eri telling Deku about his concert) is Brook and Robin/Ace are ugly crying from how cute Y/N is

You think there’s an ‘Imposter Y/N?’ But they’re a preteen? (They’re wearing a large headband to cover their forehead and has a fake horn) Said preteen is very mean, rude and has horrible manners and loud? (They dyed their hair h/c or are wearing a wig) But the comedic part is when Y/N meets her Imposter and the Fake Straw Hats as the Fakes and Pirates that joined their crew are all screaming in fear that the infamous and REAL ‘Devil Child Y/N’ is right in front of them! (She’s not mad, just confused with what’s going on and doesn’t understand why some people are dressed like her family members and is surprised someone is dressed like her as well as why they’re screaming/backing away from her)

Reader meets up with Luffy and both are so excited seeing each other again!

Reader is so happy seeing her family back together (And excited for Ace is joining them) and can’t wait to go to Fishman Island! (Though Y/N was worried when Sanji kept getting nosebleeds and even confused about why Big Brother Sanji kept getting them)

-You felt so comfortable, like you were where you belonged as you stirred, your eyes slowly opening. Your vision cleared and your eyes widened, seeing that you were in your room on Sunny, in your bed.

-You tried to sit up, feeling a little weak and dizzy before you heard soft snores and you turned, your eyes widening again as you saw Ace there, sleeping quietly next to you.

-Memories of what you last remembered filled your mind, seeing both Ace and Whitebeard dead, then you felt a big rush of power, then Ace hugged you close after you brought him back, then you were here.

-Ace looked… different- he looked older, his hair was a bit longer and he had a couple of new scars, including the big one on his back, ruining his tattoo.

-You managed to sit up after a few moments and you reached out, touching the large scar, feeling bad that his tattoo was ruined but when Ace snorted awake, jerking slightly before quickly sitting up, seeing you there, awake, he quickly beamed, “You’re awake!!”

-He hugged you so tightly, but it also felt so warm, so happy- you could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you hugged him back, smiling, “Big brother!” he exhaled, relaxing as he felt you hugging him back- you were awake, you were okay.

-Ace helped you wash your face and brush your teeth before he explained to you that it had been two years since you last saw everyone else.

-You quickly ran over to the doorframe in the galley, where you and Ace had been eating and you put your back to the doorframe, lifting your hand to the top of your head before you looked, seeing that your height did not change.

-Ace laughed warmly, explaining that you had been in a coma, your aura surrounding you, putting you in suspended animation, and to put it simply, you haven’t grown at all.

-Ace couldn’t help but laugh more as you pouted, as you wanted to be taller too, as Ace was taller and bigger- it wasn’t fair!

-You then looked up, “Is Luffy and the others back yet?” Ace grinned warmly at you, “They will be arriving soon.” You smiled up at him, looking excited to see everyone.

-One by one they all arrived back on the ship, save for Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, and Brook. Franky arrived first and you were in awe, seeing how big he had gotten before he saw you, immediately kneeling, “Y/N!” you ran out, followed by Ace as you leapt into his arms, “Franky!!”

-He hugged you close, and you were in awe that he was like a robot, telling you to press his nose. You were hesitant, doing that he said, and you fell back to your rear as his hair changed, turning into a big afro and you beamed so brightly, “I’m happy you’re back Franky!” he was quickly in tears, a hand covering his mouth on how pure you were.

-You then heard another voice, “Y/N!” you turned, seeing Chopper running towards you and you beamed, running to him, “Chopper!” The two of you met in a hug, squealing in delight as you both went to the ground.

-A shadow cast down on you as you looked up, seeing Usopp, looking older as well, “I hope I get a hug like that too!” you leapt up, “Usopp!” he hugged you close, spinning you around before Nami spoke up, “When’s my turn?”

-You turned to Nami, before pausing, seeing her just in a bikini top, it made you curious if she went swimming before you ran to her, “Nami!!” she hugged you close and you felt her sag into the embrace, like she was relieved.

-When she pulled back, she cupped your cheek softly, whispering down at you, “I’m so happy you’re okay.” They had all heard about the war, and she had managed to get ahold of Ace, finding out about you afterwards, about the coma, and she had spent most of her time worrying.

-You then heard someone giggling, “Hello everyone~” you turned, your eyes wide, seeing Robin there, she was so much taller and looked so mature now.

-You were frozen, unable to move before you hiccupped softly, tears easily welling in your eyes as the others all smiled, watching this as you finally broke down, “Mama!!”

-Robin kneeled and embraced you tightly, hugging you close, “I’m home Y/N.” you were sniffling, trying to stop your tears- you were just so happy to have them all back.

-After waiting for a while, Usopp gave Ace a lead on where Brook would be, at a concert and Ace offered to go and get him, after he told them that he was joining the crew, something that caused a lot of cheers.

-You asked to go with him, and Ace quickly became the newest victim to your puppy eyes, something you didn’t know that you were doing and Robin, who thought it was amusing to see him fall so easily, offered to go with him as well.

-The concert was so loud, there were bright lights and colored lights and effects everywhere, there were so many people cheering- it was almost overwhelming, holding your hands over your ears as Robin held you in her arms.

-Brook was performing and you were in awe, he looked like a rockstar now! He looked so cool!

-As he was finishing his last song, he saw Ace, then Robin, then in her arms, he saw you, your arms up, cheering loudly for him with a huge smile on your face.

-Ace almost collapsed to the ground, clutching at his chest while Robin was smiling warmly, a tear pricking the corner of her eyes, seeing you looking so happy.

-Brook was able to get away from his captors as the crowd cheered loudly and Ace and Robin ran out to meet up with him once they were a safe distance away.

-Ace was holding his guitar after you leapt into Brook’s arms, hugging him close and he carried you while you were talking so fast on how cool his concert was, “And everyone got so loud, and the colors and lights were so pretty and sparkly and you looked so cool!”

-Brook felt tears welling in his eye sockets before he held you close, lowering his head to yours, his teeth pressing against his forehead, like he was giving you a kiss, “I’m happy to see you again too, Y/N.”

-A terrified scream then filled the air and you all turned, seeing a group of people that were dressed like your family, but it wasn’t them, there was even an older kid dressed like you, with a horn glued to their forehead.

-You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why they were so scared and why they looked so injured before they ran off, “It’s Demon Child Y/N!!”

-Question marks surrounded your head, turning back to Ace, Brook, and Robin who were quickly grinning, thinking it was hysterical that these imposters were so terrified of you.

-When you arrived back on the ship, Robin helped you change into a present that Ace had forgotten about, something from Whitebeard, and you came out, wearing what looked to be a sailor dress over your black leggings, with a red bow on the front, but on the back was the symbol of Whitebeard, signaling that you were under his protection.

-You spun around, a huge smile on your face, “I love it!”

-A crash was heard, and you turned, seeing Sanji there, tears pouring down his face, a light from heaven shining down on him, “A- an angel!!” you ran over, immediately leaping into his arms, knocking him out of his shock, “Big brother!” He hugged you close, smiling that he finally had you back in his arms.

-You then heard a chuckle, and you looked up, seeing Zoro there and Sanji lamented, falling to his hands and knees that you left him as you ran to Zoro who kneeled, hugging you close as you leapt into his arms.

-Zoro grinned, ruffling your hair before he spoke, reaching into his pocket, “I have something for you- Mihawk wanted me to give it to you.” You were confused, head tilting to the side, “Mihawk?” he nodded and Nami told you who that was before you remembered.

-You were a little apprehensive, as he did hurt Zoro, but you were surprised when Zoro handed you the cross necklace, with a hidden blade inside of it, “He wants you to be safe.”

-He put it over your neck, and you smiled, holding it in your hands, “I love it! Can I send him a letter thanking him for it?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, “Sure- I’ll go get some paper.”

-You looked around, wondering where Luffy was, as he was the only one yet to arrive before you heard, “Y/N!!” you turned, seeing Luffy carrying a huge bag full of food and your eyes went wide, seeing him there, smiling so brightly at you.

-He leapt on the ship and let the bag go, letting it hit the deck before he immediately had you in his arms and you hugged him, “Luffy!! I missed you so much!!” he laughed warmly, feeling complete again, now that he was back to you, “And I missed you Y/N!”

-Ace took a couple of photos, of your dress and of your new baby sword, as you were calling it a baby sword because it fit your size, “And when I get bigger I’ll get a big girl sword!” oh gawd you were going to kill all of them.

-Sanji was hugging you close, “You’re just like a precious little princess Y/N!” you smiled up at him, as you remembered the stories you had been told, “Really? Does that mean that all my big brothers are my Prince Charmings, or do I have to kiss someone else?”

-Robin couldn’t help but hold a hand to her lips, hiding her smile while Nami shook her head, exasperated as Luffy, Ace, Sanji, and Zoro all were quickly surrounded by flames of fury as Ace spoke, “Nobody is going to steal her precious lips!”

-The others were quickly cheering, agreeing to protect you and keep all other men that didn’t trust away from you.

-You couldn’t help but smile brightly, you were so happy to have your family finally back.

-Zoro was holding you as you gave the delivery bird the two letters, one to Mihawk and the other to Whitebeard, thanking the bird who cooed before flying off.

-When Luffy announced that you were all heading to Fishman Island now, after Franky inflated the bubble coating, you cheered, looking forward to a new adventure, but you were also confused as to why Sanji was bleeding from his nose again.

~Hundreds of miles away a few days later~

-Whitebeard smiled, seeing the letter you had sent to him, seeing the photos of you in the dress and seeing the letter you wrote to him, or tried to write to him, ‘Thank you Grandpa! I love my new dress! I want to see you soon!’

-He was almost immediately planning to set sail, wanting to make you happy.

-He then looked at your new bounty poster, a new picture of you in the dress he had given you, with Luffy’s hat on your head, and Mihawk’s cross around your neck- giving everyone the message you were heavily protected now.

-Whitebeard also couldn’t keep the smile from his lips, seeing that your bounty went up again, now that you had resurfaced, seeing 6,000,000,000 beris staring back at him- you made grandpa so proud!!

~Hundreds of miles away in the other direction~

-A rumbling was heard on Mihawk’s island, a smile coming to his lips as Perona was confused, “Are you expecting someone?” he didn’t say anything.

-The door burst open, revealing a comically crying Shanks who was holding your bounty poster, “You bastard!! I want to give her something too!!”

-Mihawk couldn’t help but roar with laughter, seeing Shanks so upset because you were wearing his cross necklace.

-Mihawk, just to be a little extra cruel, pointed at something framed on the wall, “That’s from Y/N.”

-Shanks immediately ran over, seeing a crayon drawing of you and Mihawk, each holding your baby swords and holding hands, ‘Thank you for my baby sword Mr. Mihawk! Now we match!’

-Shanks collapsed to the ground, gloom surrounding him, seeing the connection you had with him before he shot back up, “Wait! You don’t match- you gave her your one sword like that!”

-Mihawk stood, turning towards Shanks, showing off another cross necklace, “When she was so happy that we matched, I had to get another one.”

-Shanks deflated, turning pure white in defeat as he sobbed comically on Mihawk’s chase lounge chair, wanting to get you a present too!!

[gxreyxrvxesi]

GUYS GELPEPEPEEPEP [] W toon tho

[turquoizxe]

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Hobie Brown x Black!Fem!Reader

content ― drabble; sweet, and straight to the point, black hair appreciation with a lot of fuckin’ , pain kink if you squint

wc ― 0.9k (got a little carried away)

There were no words that came close to how enamored your boyfriend was with your hair.

Hobie Brown, Spiderpunk himself ― not a day went by that he would get his hands on you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked you as you wanted, hands tangled into whatever style you had on.There was almost nothing that he wouldn’t do for his girl, and boy, was he down for anything as long as you were involved.

He loved your versatility, the way you could rock any style you wanted so effortlessly, it made his cock hard in ways that even as bold as he is, was too scared to admit.

Hobie always let you mess with his hair, and that’s because it always remained the same, often letting you wash it, and sometimes you’d place hair accessories whenever he wasn’t paying too much attention. Your hands on him put him at ease.  

No, no wigs, absolutely not. He loves the wigs ― a little too much. One night on the couch, he tugged your hair too hard, that shit went flying and you found it behind your television after you pushed him off you. Ya’ll didn’t fuck for at least 2 weeks after that.

When you did the big chop, and went bald, you’ve never seen a nigga so feral over you, and not just sexually. Oiling your scalp, his fingers running over your soft coils. And when you dyed your hair, you just had to pray for your cervix.

You weren’t on board with him touching your hair at first, especially when it took hours for it to look the way it does. However, he was willing to start off slow and sweet. Whenever you got a style done, you always told him to wait at least a week before he touched your hair. He would always ask beforehand.

The first time he touched your hair, you had in knotless braids, nearly down to your supple ass that Hobie also loved very much. You were giving him head, the braids were on the floor, refusing to put them in a ponytail due to being tender headed, despite how heavy they were. The braids were getting in the way of your beautiful face, and Hobie wasn’t having it.

“You too pretty to be hidin’ from me, baby.”

Slowly, his hand moved your braids, one by one, out of your face so the pain wouldn’t be overbearing. He would still sneak in his fingers into your scalp, softly massaging it with the oil that was present, and keeping your braids out with way so they wouldn’t be stained along with your face when he came. He lifted them up, and he saw your eyes roll back from the sudden relief. You loved when he touched your hair, you just never cared to admit that. But he knew.

The second instance, it was soft locs, and as much as they cost in your area, not even your boyfriend would find a way to play in your hair. You wore your bonnet around him. While he couldn’t see your hair unless you were out together, he loved tugging on your slipless bonnet when he fucked you from behind. You moaned for him to stop, but he felt your walls clench everytime he pulled at your locs. You loved that shit, and he knew it. Or, when you ended up fucking in your car, pushing them out of the way so he could tell you how pretty you looked for him. His hand, wrapped around your neck, pulling you back to kiss your neck, making your body feel even hotter.

“Your cunt was made f’me, yeah? I know you like that shit.”

That was the first time he was actually able to see them, and you could tell he loved it, still fucking into you after he spilled his seed, his fingers toying with your clit, etching another orgasm from you.

The third interaction, your hair was in its natural state, because it was wash day, and you were sure that Hobie would have to wait a while until the water was hot again with how long you took. He would start taking it upon himself to join you, washing each others hair, him eating you out, and fucking you against the bathroom counter while your hair was conditioning in a hair mask. You often liked having your hair done for your boyfriend, but mostly for you. You didn’t wear your hair like this often, so you would wear a bonnet around him whenever your hair isn’t done, which is a rare occasion. For him, it’s a shame, he loves playing with your hair in its natural state, his loving hands offering to massage and oil your scalp, as your hands were also occupied, playing with his guitar. Because of him, wash days slowly became your favorite thing to do together.  

He had grown to be more affectionate with your hair, he loved it so much because it was apart of you, not physically, but spiritually. The way your hair accentuated your beauty, no matter what style it was in.

And no matter how expensive it was, he started paying for your hair, so he could play in it as much as he wanted. He paid for it anyway.

He still made sure to wait a week before rocking your shit tho.

Just a small break before I continue my series lmao, back to scheduled programming! If you haven’t checked out my series, it’s in the link below. Enjoy :)

-turquoizxe.

‘Just For You’ (Hobie x Spider!Fem!Reader) Masterlist

[harrysfolklore]

LOVE AT HARRYWEEN

yikes this is bad but i wanted to post a little something

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"Is it beetlejuice?"

"Nope, It's not."

You were currently trying to get your boyfriend to fold and tell you his costume for his very own fancy dress party, Harryween. However, your plan wasn't working because no matter how hard you insisted, he kept refusing to tell you.

"Come on baby, give a little hint at least," you pleaded again, giving him your best puppy eyes. "It's going to make you horny, that's the hint," he sent a wink your way and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you knew he wasn't lying, whatever he put on was going to make you go all horny and flustered.

"That's barely a hint, you know whatever you do makes everyone horny," and before he could give you another cocky remark, you continued "Besides, I showed you my costume weeks ago, It's only fair that I get to see yours too." you got closer yo him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist, and the look he gave you made you think that we was enjoying watching you get impatient.

“You let me see your costume because you’re a doll and you love me,” he grabbed your chin to peck your lips quickly before continuing “Stop being an impatient little thing, honey, just a couple more hours before the show starts.” you rolled your eyes again at your boyfriend’s words, he could blame you for being impatient, but that’s the way you were built.

“Whatever, if you’re not going to tell me I’m going to bribe Lambert into doing it,” you got out of his hold and grabbed turned on your heels, when you felt his hand come in touch with your bum in a playful way, “Good luck with that, sweetheart.” you turned your head and saw the huge smirk on his face.

He was a complete tease.

//

You decided to get ready at yours and Harry’s LA home instead of Kia Forum’s backstage, you wanted to take time with your makeup and hair so your costume was on point.

For this year, you decided to go as a cheerleader, but your top had “HS” engraved in the front with sequins and beads. It was safe to say that Harry went nuts when you showed it to him.

With your VIP lanyard around your neck and your pom poms in hand you made your way around Kia Forum. You took the opportunity to greet some fans, compliment their costumes, ride the ferris wheel and enjoy the pre show buzz.

When it was time, you made your way to your designated place at the back of the pit, deciding to not stop by backstage and just get the first glimpse of Harry’s costume when he came out on stage, like the rest of the fans.

Lovie: Aren’t you going to stop by to give me a good luck shag xx”

YN: Nope, rockstar. Hurry up we’re all waiting for you

Lovie: You’re a tease. Stay close where I can see you x

You let out a small laugh as you texted your boyfriend, if he had teased you about his costume all week long, it was only fair that you skipped his beloved pre show make out sessions.

To say that your impatience grew by the second was a correct statement, you were dying to see his costume once and for all and cut the mystery, and it was when the melodies from “You’re the one that I want” and you got a glimpse of Sarah’s big Sandy wig that it clicked.

He was going to be Danny Zuko, your lifetime crush from your favorite movie, Grease.

And then he made his appearance on stage, with his proper Danny Zuko hair, leather jacket, eyeliner and black jeans.

You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to give him the post show shag of his life.

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(Everything about the younger children I headcannon!)

Once again feel free to disagree but be respectful my loves!

Jace

Definitely on the schools soccer team, I see Jace as a very popular figure at school but he is very gentleman like, he will carry girls books and bags to class, help teachers move chairs and tables around class and chose the kids that usually don’t get chosen into teams for PE, he has a hair care routine for his curls for sure, is a comic fan I can see it and def is a crackhead for video games, does twitch streams probably, and loves energy drinks especially before his workouts (yeah I kinda headcannon him as a gym rat!) he owns a dog named vermax btw who is a German shepherd (proudest dog dad) academically he is great in English and history, heavy on the history since his family has a huge part in it I mean they were royalty and rode dragons (yes dragons existed and went extinct like dinosaurs and shit let me believe😫) but math is a bit of a hard subject he passes with a c maybe a B if lucky.

Luke

He has not a single bad or intimidating bone in his body, an angel if you will. He is the sweetest human being who is very shy and quiet until you get him to come out of his shell then he is a comedian full on, definitely has beautiful curls, does great in all his classes just to make Rhae proud (momma’s boy) wears a single sliver band ring that Rhaenyra gifted him and he has never taken it off, has a dog named Arrax who’s a beagle, he definitely wears flannels and hoodies and owns a million pairs of converse, he smokes/vapes but not constantly because he is paranoid that his lungs would give out before the age of 30. Definitely does twitch streams and has a PC set up, is in a gaming/coding club at school for sure, probs an anime fan (I don’t know why he just gives off cute dweeb vibes!)

Baela

A queen through and through! I see her being a human/equal/animal rights activist and a feminist for sure, idk she just seems like a supportive human who people would instantly love! She def would wear pretty vibrant colors, her hair would be lovely as well (wasn’t a big fan of the wigs in the show she and phoebe basically all of house Velaryon could have had better!) I see Baela with short silver coils even a gorgeous Afro and she might even enjoy dying her hair (maybe not) but she definitely would keep her hair healthy and beautiful! I have a feeling that she would be in some sort of sport but I cannot pinpoint which one! Owns a beautiful horse (a Friesian horse) named Moondancr, she would enjoy hobbies like horse back riding, going on hikes, surfing probably, rock climbing, she also loves doing crazy daredevil stuff (gives poor Laena a heart attack but Daemon is proud) she will stand her ground and speak her mind!

Rhaena

She is so graceful, Rhaena is so kind and sweet therefore everyone was always so comfortable in her presence, she is a academic genius looking into becoming a dance/ballet instructor due to being in the dancing field her whole life, it was something she enjoyed and felt at peace doing. Has a beautiful white Birman cat named Morning, her collar and supplies are all pink and bright, Rhaena herself wears light pinks and whites even mix it up with other pastel colors, cute knitted sweaters as well. Beautiful silver hair that she would have in gorgeous braids or let her natural coils (like Laena’s) be but either way she would look gorgeous! She is close with Baela and Luke more than anybody else!

Joffrey

Totally see him being the Lily Pritchett of his family, he would constantly gag everybody (especially Aegon!) An iPad kid through and through with his YouTube and games on full volume but he would keep his hands and iPad clean for sure, does Fortnite dances idk I just vision it, gets away with everything because in Rhae’s eyes he can do no wrong, he has a dog named tyraxes (he believes in the dog distribution system as much as the cat one and randomly walked inside the house with a small flea infested pup that Rhaenyra paid a fat vet bill for) is the most honest one in the family he don’t give a fuck about anyone’s feelings you asked for the truth he’ll give it to you upfront. He has a personal vendetta against Aegon which started when he forgot him in a car when he was a baby (Aegon is paranoid and believes that is the sole reason Joffrey is against him and he may be right) He’s smart in all categories I mean good grades and is great at social situations

Aegon and Viserys

Both are attached to the hip since they are close in age, in the show I kinda don’t see much of them so to me I cannot read what they could be like. Cute kids though.

Visenya

Now since she doesn’t quite exist I headcannon that Rhaenyra gets to have her, everything about her is headcannon since yk she wasn’t alive in the show. I see her being a clone of Rhaenyra, a spoiled princess gets everything she wants (as she should) is in the best ballet school with the best instructors, her wardrobe is definitely professional made princess gowns, like she names a princess and Rhaenyra is on the phone getting it made, she has thick silver hair which she has her mommy braid just like hers, she owns millions of stuffed animals it is outrageous. Def owns a white Pomeranian pup named silverwing or Meraxes.

Okay this was fun to do! I love this whole Modern Au and I do hope you all enjoyed this read and comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated but not required just as long as you enjoy the read💗

[hopelichtner]

Alright nerds, I'm like 200 pages into the first book and I'm already DYING (lol) to cosplay Gideon Nav.

For reference, I'm six foot two, two hundred and forty pounds, 46 D, a hobbyist weightlifter, and dress like The Terminator (T-800 model) on a regular basis, inlcuding large motorcycle boots.

Issue is, I've got big long blonde hair and am loth to cut it!

An undercut is probably inevitable for my transbian ass anyway, but I'm extremely open to styling options to make it work!

Side braid? Itchy wig? Shitload of Aqua-Net? Help!