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[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ Face mask (sōmen).

Place of origin: Japan

Date: 18th century

Medium: Iron, lacquer, hemp liner, gilded leather trim, horn buttons, silk cords, horsehair whiskers.

[trishstark]

Beauty treatments on a budget :

Hi! Here is a list of beauty treatments on a budget so you can feel your best without spending much.

Hair : oil on length and ends 2x a week for an hour at least. It protects your hair when you're shampooing, nourish it and makes it softer. I mix almond oil, grapeseed oil and jojoba oil. I also put a few drops of essential oils for it to smell nice, mix everything in a dropper bottle.

Nails : heavy hand cream & cuticle oil every night. You're gonna have very soft hand, helps with aging for your hand as well and your nails are going to be the best version of themselves. Don't forget to put oil under the free edge of your nails. For hand creams I recommend : Khiel's Ultimate Strength Hand Salve and The Body Shop Hemp cream. For nail oil : The Body Shop Almond nail & cuticle oil and homemade mix of castor oil + jojoba oil + essential oil.

Body : body cream after every shower plus a little massage (especially on your legs). It can be annoying but it helps your skin so much and the massage helps with blood circulation.

Face : EXFOLIATE. twice a week, followed by a very hydrating face mask. Works wonder. Of course do your skincare routine.

I also recommend to eat healthy and balanced (yes, eat that burger on your sunday brunch, remember to eat your veggies for dinner) and to move your body (at home workout, the gym, going on very long walks, running... possibilities are endless).

Hope it helped !

xx

Trishstark

[discount-shades]

Dead or Alive : Prologue

Prologue: Hang ‘Em High

A/N: So it’s gonna be a western. This part is partially based on the Cody Jink’s song Fast Hand. 

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader 

Warning: Western themed violence. Brief contemplation of suicide

Word Count: 1000 ish

Summary: Jake gets a new name.

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“Whoa Jet,” Jake felt the noose tighten as the black horse under him took another step forward. He could feel the coarse hemp rope abrading the skin of his neck and restricting his airways. He glanced up at the tree branch the noose was looped around. It was sturdy and would definitely hold his weight if, and when, Jet eventually walked out from under him and left him swinging.  

The thought of digging his spurs into Jet’s sides to just get it over with crossed his mind. With the life he led he was bound to die at the end of a noose anyway, why bother delaying the inevitable? He wiggled his hands again, trying to loosen the rope that had them tied behind his back but the rope just kept tightening and digging into the skin of his wrists.  

He took another strained breath and blinked the sweat out of his eyes. Judging by the sun it was mid afternoon. He had been there for hours, sitting under the only tree for miles. Honestly he was impressed that the men who left him here had been able to find a tree in the dark to hang him under. With all the people he had killed, he was bound to run afoul of someone’s vengeful kin. Knowing this, Jake still felt that it was all a little unfair. After all, he only killed people that needed killing, or asked for it, no innocents. 

The men had been relations of some kind to the kid that had challenged him to a duel in a little town outside Fort Worth. He had tried to talk the kid out of it, tried to convince him that it was a fool's errand. But the kid had been adamant, and more than a little drunk so, rather than get shot in the back as he walked away, Jake had squared up. It came with the territory. If you had a fast hand every cowpoke and wannabe gunslinger wanted a turn to dance, convinced that they would be the one to finally shoot him dead.

It had never been his plan to become a gunslinger. When he had headed west at fourteen, after he had put a bullet between his fathers eyes, he had only wanted to escape. Ironically it was his father who had taught him how to quickdraw. One of only two things his old man had ever taught him. The other being how to take a punch. 

– – – 

Jake was recognizable, his reputation preceding him, and when he had walked out of the saloon through the swinging doors the men had grabbed him, and knocked him unconscious in the process. When he came to, his hands were tied behind his back and they were forcing him onto Jet under this lone tree. The noose was already tight around his neck. 

The moon was full and he blinked groggily at the faces around him. Now that he was on the horse, strung up and ready to swing, the men began glancing anxiously at each other. None of them made a move to smack Jet’s rump or fire a gun in the air to cause the horse to flee and leave him hanging. Hell, his own peacemakers were still sitting snug in their holsters slung low around his hips. 

“You do it.” He heard the man with a bushy beard say as he shoved a man with a grey hat. 

“I’m not going to.” Grey Hat said. He motioned toward a man with a tattered vest. “Bill, you lead the horse away.”

He watched the man called Bill shake his head and Jake rolled his eyes, glad of the dark masking his expression. Here he was ready to swing and everyone was too yellow bellied to make him. Self preservation kept him from mocking them but it was a near thing. 

The men stood around his horse, and glanced nervously at each other. It was one thing to plan a murder, to talk about it over some rot-gut. But the cool night air was sobering. Jake learned that when he had finally gotten sick of the beatings and killed his father. For the first few years he had thrown up every time he killed someone. Now he just felt a little bit of his soul leave every time he pulled the trigger. He wasn’t sure how much of his soul was left at this point. 

“We’ll just leave him here.” Beardy said eventually and the others nodded, all of them unable to follow through. Jake knew if he ever saw them again he wouldn't have the same qualms. They had mounted their horses and rode off, leaving Jake sitting alone under the tree. Tethered by a sturdy branch. 

– – – 

The sun was sinking when he finally heard hoofbeats coming up behind him. “Well look who we have here?” Jake groaned. He knew that voice. “How’s it going, Slayer?”

“Bradshaw.” He grunted out hoarsely as the riders rode around in front of him. He knew most of them only through aliases. The names they called each other while pulling jobs that needed more guns, when they didn't want their real names spoken. But Bradshaw he’d known for years. “You gonna stand there or are you gonna cut me down?”

“Maverick’s got a job.” Bradshaw slowly drew a knife and rode closer to Jake. “The payroll for that big ranch is supposedly going to be in a bank in a town south of here.” He casually flipped the knife in his hand. “I’ll cut you down if you join us. Coyote is already in.” He added mentioning the man Jake usually ran jobs with. 

“Do I have a choice?” Jake asked and Bradshaw laughed. 

“No you don’t, Hangman.” He leaned over and reaching up, he began to saw through the rope. 

[faewitchsdeities]

𝕷𝖔𝖐𝖎

(𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒) ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ↑ ₒ ₋ ₒ

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊(𝖘): Lokee, Luki, Logi, Lukkanet, Locke sprindlar

𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋: Trickery, Mischief, Cunning, and Seduction

𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖆𝖞(𝖘): April fools, July 23rd, Autumn equinox, Loki's Blot, Samhain, Yule, Thursday

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘: Son of Farbauti and Laufey, mother of Sleipnir, father of Hel, Jormungandr, and Fenrir, as well as Narfi. PACT BROTHER WITH ODIN. (Not Thor -.-) , Husband to Sigyn and lover to Angrboda

𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘: Heimdall, (arguably the other Aesir)

𝕾𝖞𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒-

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑(𝖘): snakes, foxes, wolves, coyote, ravens/crows, horses, goats, flies, spider, ant, seal, salmon

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Double snake symbol (Urnes), knots, chaos star, hearts, figure 8s, Naglfar, Loki's mask, fishing nets, lightning, earthquakes, the numbers 0, 1, 3, &8, shackles

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗(𝖘): red, orange, purple, violet, indigo, black, green, gold

𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙: Fire and Air

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖙: Pluto, Saturn, Uranus, Dark moon/waning moon

𝖅𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈𝖘: Aries

𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘: Hermes, Lugh

𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘- Singing, dancing, helping minorities and children

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖘/𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘: aconite amber resin bentgrass birch burdock root cedar cinnamon clove clover dandelion dragon's blood ebony elder hemlock hemp/weed holly ivy juniper lavender mandrake root mistletoe moss myrrh patchouli rue tobacco

𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘: Anything sweet- candies chocolates coffee fruits pastries soda/juice drinks sugar etc.. - as well as red foods- cherries cranberries peppers pomegranate strawberries tomatoes etc..

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘/𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘/𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘: acrylic amber bronze clear quartz coins and other cheap random metals diamond fire opal fools gold galena garnet glass gold gold stones grenade lead magnesium obsidian onyx plastic red jasper rutilated quartz silver

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Incense, shiny things, plastic and stuffed toys, found/cheap things preferred, bunny, snake, fox, and raven imagery, art and poetry, knots, hearts, fishnets, lightning imagery,

𝕴𝖓𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐: Aids in spells with getting through tough, tight, and narrow situations, owning up to your shit, mischief, cunning plans, change, cleverness, creativity, youthfulness and beauty, seduction, androgyny, blessing and sharpening a blade or knife.

𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊: Tall with a slim/cut muscular body type. Long pretty red hair, green/violet/gold eyes, a masculine yet feminine face and a sharp jaw, said to be one of the most beautiful Jotunn.

𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊/𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: ~A cunning trickster who had the ability to change his shape and sex, the creator of lightning, hearth fire, the spirit of life. In the beginning he was a beloved friend and honorary member of the Aesir, but toward the end he became an enemy.. Was/is a companion of Odin and Thor, helping them with his clever plans but sometimes causing them embarrassment and difficulties, though also being any enemy of sorts. Though his father was a Jotunn (a giant), his mother was considered a goddess, thus Loki is included among the Aesir.

-Once cut off Thor's wife's hair and was forced to replace it. He tricked dwarves into a wager for his head if they could deliver wonderful gifts the the gods (including the hair). They made a hammer for Thor, A great spear and a drop-near gold bracelet for Odin, A boat and a huge golden boar for Freyr, and of course new hair made of gold for Sif -Thor's wife. Loki then told the dwarves that the wager said that they could only take his head and that they could not damage his neck. They were enraged but Odin told them that they should have paid more attention when making a wager with the god of trickery. Though Loki was still punished by having his mouth sowed shut so he couldn't deceive for a long time.

-One day someone stole Thor's hammer and left a ransom note, later demanding Freya's hand in return for the hammer that protected both Asgard and Midgard. Loki had an idea though, -much to Thor's dismay- he dressed the thunder god as a bride and took advantage of the giant thief's poor sight. (Also disguising himself as a woman) He tricked the giant, successfully making him think that Thor was Freya. As they ate Thor let out his apatite and the giant said something about his bride having a big stomach. To avoid being caught Loki said that the "goddess" was just eager to consummate their marriage. Thor was furious and embarrassed. The giant got excited and foolishly set the hammer on the table next to Thor. The thunder god took his hammer back and smashed the giant's head, all while still wearing his pretty dress. The gods always had fun talking about the time when Thor dressed up in drag.

-One day a builder came to Asgard offering to make them a wall that they needed. He said he could do it in record time, but that he wanted Freya's hand in return. The gods were enraged by his audacity and said no but Loki convinced them to set a wager- he could have the goddess as his wife if he was able to do the impossible task in an impossible amount of time. The idea was that he would try his hardest but not be able to finish in time, therefore giving the gods a free wall that they could just finish the end of. But the builder had a strong and mystical horse that could lift and carry all the large pieces for him. As the builder got closer and closer to finishing with time still left, the other gods we nervous and angry with Loki- who told them he had a plan. He turned himself into a beautiful mare and seduced the builder's horse, running off to the woods with him, and rendering the builder unable to finish the wall. Enraged, the builder revealed himself as a Giant and was killed, his head smashed in by Thor's hammer. Loki returned much later with an eight legged colt; his son Sleipnir which he gifted to Odin when he got older and stronger- in exchange for the horse's origin to be kept secret.

-It's said that he gave humans lightning to warn them of Thor's loud thunder before it happens, because he knew it was frightening. The swift walker of the skies is the lightning running ahead of Thor's great thundering cart.

-Tricked Baldr's blind brother Hodr into throwing the one thing that would kill the god; mistletoe- right at his chest. He indirectly killed Frigg's son; one of the most beloved god's in all the Aesir. As his punishment his one of his sons turned and killed the other and he was tied to a stone in a cave, by his dead son's entrails- a snake coiled on a stalactite above his face, dripping venom down onto him. Though Loki's wife Sigyn sat by his side and held a bowl over his face to protect him, she had to move every once in a while to empty the bowl, allowing the poison to drip onto his face as he convulsed, causing the first earthquakes in Midgard. It is said that he was to break from his chains and aid in Ragnarock. Baldr's story goes on to describe the burning of his body in a funeral pyre on his ship, Nanna accompanying him. BUT in another version, the goddess Frigg persuaded the other gods to restore Balder to life. She repaid their obliging wizardry with kisses. (THIS IS WHERE THIS IS MY THEORY) if the second ending is true and Baldr is alive, I think that Odin would eventually release Loki under the guise that he either not cause Ragnarok or aid the Aesir instead of what was prophesized. [I haven't really thought that a deity was speaking directly to me until I read this story, it's like I saw it and it came at me all at once like a vision. Just thought I'd include it.])

[writingsbychlo]

Random, but if you feel comfortable could you share your skincare and haircare routine?💗 ps, what’s your favorite candle scent?

you’re so cute, this is such a cute question 🥹 I don’t have one set candle scent I love, but I am a big fan of calming smells like lavendar, pear, vanilla, apple & cinnamon. I love any candles by north muse or honeymoon apothecary I truly have never had them go wrong with a candle smell.

for my skin care, I tend to get dry skin, so in the morning I just wash my face once with a moisturising cleanser. I use a caffeinated eye cream but truly I have no set one, I’ve never found any one better than the other so it’s whatever I can get my hands on when I need more. I then use balance me radiance facial oil, just a couple of drops patted into my skin. and a dash of niacinamide. I give it a minute or two for those to soak in, making my bed and doing a lip scrub or something while I wait, then I moisturise and lastly suncream. I use a little bit of scented body butter on my neck, and everyone always tells me I smell so good.

at night, I use a cream cleanser if I’ve worn makeup that day, then I double cleanse. sometimes I just use the same as my morning cleanser twice, sometimes I use it once, then inkey list salicylic acid cleanser. I use my eye cream again, then if I’ve used the salicylic cleanser, I also use some salicylic drops patted into the skin. I’ve also started using a retinoid twice a week recently! I do tuesday and saturday nights. then I moisturise to finish off. I also put body butter on my neck and chest again.

every sunday before/after my shower, I do a facemask. it could be any of these:

pineapple enzyme mask

hemp mask

tumeric mask

as for hair care, pretty simple! I pretty much just use any nourishing hair masks I’ve got in at the time, as long as it’s good and slicked up. I usually plait my hair once it’s all in and then leave it for a few hours, while I do a workout or make dinner or something. I use leave-in conditioner, heat-protect spray and I use a knock-off wella bond repair oil on my hair after I dry it.

ps: I like to do my night skincare before I dry my hair, then do a nice sheet mask to lock moisture back in after my face has gotten blasted with all the hot air from drying. I find it’s really nice.

other products I also love:

laneige lip mask — I swear this is so nourishing.

glossier hot cocoa lip balm — I bought this because I saw it trending and I literally wore it every day in winter I can’t wait to buy the 'strawberry' one they just released for summer.

palmer's cocoa butter — I use this stuff on any dry/sensitive skin. you can literally put it on your feet, elbows, scabs, flaky skin?? I even put it under my nose when I get a cold so my nose doesn’t get sore from blowing it so much 🤧

'sweet tooth' perfume — I am a sabrina carpenter girly through n' through.

nyx lip oils — they're perfect. no more needs to be said.

vanilla body spray — I’m a vanilla girly, can you tell? it’s just such a good base smell for so many perfumes and scents, and it’s so nice? I get a lot of compliments about my scent.

hawaiian tropic body spray — I like to wear this in the summer, it still works with the vanilla underlayer, and everyone goes crazy for it.

snow fairy spray — this is what I smell like the whole month of december.

inkey list tripeptide plumping lip balm — this is my obsession lately, I wear it allllll the time.

[greenlyren12]

Treasure

Chapter IV

Find Chapter III here

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

warnings: mentons of violence

word count: 2.4k

Summary: The Prince's gift.02

A/N: As of now, this will be the conclusion to the story. Though if i have motivation in the future maybe i'll post some more of this au. Feedback is appreciated as always! <3

 

How much time had it past, you did not have a clue. For once, the clock had seemed to slow down, each hand etching into the wood below, refusing to tick again. As if the Seven had heard your most sacred wish, obligations trailed somewhere far behind. The sun sank into the horizon, crimson drowning the atmosphere. The Prince’s chambers beamed in oranges, contrasting the viridescent cushion you sat on. Hands clasped comfortably in your lap, you gazed down. The flush never leaving your face.

Aemond wanted you painted.

Forever ingrained in canvas, your spirit eternal. Even after decades, when he would be remembered as the Regal Prince who flew the largest dragon in the world, diamonds embedded in his eye and you, no one. It would still be you who was immortalized on the hemp, in his wish. With each attentive brush stroke, the older man painted you in full. From head to toe, melancholy in your look, wearing the shades of House Hightower, a dragon between your breasts. The artist trembled with each move, in all probability due to being fiercely instructed by Aemond. He had not met your gaze once, though you scarcely looked at him.

A deep sense of sadness gloomed inside of you still. Forced to look at the Prince, unmoving. As if you had grown roots into the ground below, your eyes never leaving his. Realization had dawned upon you. Without the presence of his intoxicating touch, with a clear mind, you pondered at the misery of a situation you had in front of you. Both of you had given up reason for pleasure. With no conversation, no words needed you latched to each other’s beings. You never asked him, never asked anything. Terrified of what you’d hear, of the feelings which seemed eternalized in your core. But the Prince was so sweet and you never wondered, what was his life now?

How did he turn into the cunning man he was today, for you knew the pain needed for such transformation. Feeling responsible for your abstinence in his life, your fingers twitched in pain. For not being there to caress his right cheek, the one with your favorite freckle. Which was now gone, as most of him was. His face was a mask now, accented with leather.

You imagined him small, fair and ivory in the tragic Castle.

Aemond was already of age, waiting to be betrothed. His hand was a crucial political chess piece, which would not be given easily. Even you knew this not to be true, you still wondered. Did he feel for you as deeply as you did? You knew it wouldn’t matter, you were a mere lamb in the dragon’s grasp, and the lamb was foolish.

However life decided to twist itself, for him to be yours was unimaginable. You always knew that, yet it still stayed as a lump in your sore throat. It would fester there forever, you thought.

Your life was of no amount, your existence’s only purpose to be a tool. A clog in his machine.

It was your wish for this night to be stretched into infinity, for you did not know when you would have this luxury ever again. A tear formed in the bottom of your eye, silently falling to its death on your lap.

Aemond’s face perked up, so adept to the slightest change in your behavior. His fingers dug into the rests of the chair, what was the reason for your sadness? The Prince had studied you for hours, committing every curve, every crevice to memory.

The tragic sorrow that filled him, the guilt put daggers in his heart. He had trouble remembering your face after all those years. He remembered everything else, every touch and every braid. The kind words you did not spare him but gift, all of the history books you used to read to him. The ring of your laughter still sounded in his ears. You were the beacon which showed him the path, that he was human, deserving of respect. For that, you deserved everything that he so badly wanted to give you.

He lied in the dark a lot, at night remembering the day you separated at Driftmark. At first it was sorrow, then it was anger which was easier to process. How could you abandon him?

In his sleepless nights you flashed between dreams and memories, deformed by childhood innocence. The fear of not remembering you correctly, it gnawed at him. You were an all too perfect part of his youth, too good for his now darkened mind.

The thought of seeing you again seemed all too impossible with each passing day and faith had left him a long time ago.

Regardless you stood there now, in the flesh. Living and breathing, so reactive to every single one of his touches. As a harp you sang with every tug he pulled on your soul. He had you between his claws, repercussions be damned, you would not disappear again. For he could not bear it.

And he would put you on hemp for infinity, to forever have you in his hold. He would not forget again, he could not.

Now a tear glistened down your cheek, that was to be fixed immediately.

“Leave us.” Aemond put all his gathered sorrow into the command.

The painter almost jumped from his seat, whether it was from happiness or terror, or both, you did not know. He gathered his supplies as fast as he could, dropping a tube in the process. Aemond’s icy eye pierced through his being, if it was possible, fumes would come out of his nostrils. He left the canvas in the center of the room, unfinished.

The man hurriedly egressed the Prince’s apartments. 

You felt for him, for Aemond’s cruelty was unnecessary. The front he put up, you understood only to an extent.

It was the first time you avoided his look, which was now softened. Something tugged at his chest, mouth forming a tight line.

“Are you scared of me?” What was supposed to be an accusation seemed too blue. The insecurity clear behind his tone. Even with you, the instinct was to attack.

“No,” You met his eye.

“You just seem all too changed, Aemond.”

He remained seated, as did you. Distance was needed for a comprehensive conversation, a fact you both respected.

The hurt was clear on his face and silence followed.

“It is only natural, time has not been kind to both of us.” You comforted him.

“Rhaenyra is said to leave for Dragonstone soon.”

A knife in your throat, why had you not been informed? Why so soon, again? Your head grew heavier, how could you be made to leave, now, with him in front of you. A finger cracked in your lap. You were too tired of this. A soulless gaze, you stayed still.

“You will remain here.”

“And how exactly?” Anger poisoned your mind now, you had no right to be angry at him.

“I do not know, as of yet.” Defeat in his voice.

“You cannot leave me.” He said, as if to prove a point.

“Aemond, I could be killed for this.” A dangerous truth you whispered.

He elegantly stood from his chair, three long strides and he was in front of you, unbelievable hurt in his eyes. The Prince did not possess the strength to hide in front of you, not now.

You slowly got up from the cushions, inadvertently picking at your cuticles.

“You know I would never let that happen.” He got a hold of yours arms, squeezing you for reassurance.

You were not certain of what he was searching for in your gaze, but he was frantic.

“You won’t be able to protect me forever, Aemond.” You refused to meet his eye, it was unbearable to tell him the truth as it was.

“Look at me.” What would usually be a command was now a plea. His grasp on your arms got stronger. You made him feel a child again, helpless. Kicked into the corner without an escape. If it wasn’t you, he would’ve hated you.

“I won’t allow you to leave again.” Inability made him agitated. He was the all powerful Second Son, how could life refuse him in such a way.

“I am not a dragon to claim!” You yelled into his face, tears prickling into the corner of your eyes. A palm on his chest, you tried to push for the sake of space, to able to breathe.

“I have been tossed around all my life, I have no agency of my own being. You and your own kind have taken my existence from my own hands. You will not imprison me in your life as everyone else has. I will not be your whore until the end of my days. I cannot be your secret, I cannot allow myself that. All of the little effect I have left on my being, I will not allow you to drown it out. For all the love I bear for you, the Seven will never forgive me nor will I, but how could I leave you alone when we were so little?” You were unable to breathe now.

His usual wide eye was now half closed, looking at yours distressed face. Such misery, you had not seen on his features before.

Aemond embraced you, no distance was allowed, you pressed into his body as if you were going to become one, sobs choking you.

“Believe me, you have been in my prayers since we were mere children. It is my most sacred wish to be yours, but your love will kill me.” A faint whisper in his milk hair, you nuzzled further into his neck.

You were squeezed under his touch. A sound escaped him which you thought you would never hear.

A quiet sob escaped past Aemond Targaryen’s lips.

You heart sank and you tugged on his locks.

“Oh, my love.” You whispered against his ear, tears staining his neck.

He pulled away, gently caressing your check and pressing his forehead on your own. Nudging his nose against yours.

“Until my last breath, even if it means my life, you will not be harmed, even if you do not want it. I will never allow it. My heart is yours.”

Secret vows spoken beneath the all judging night sky, vows no one else would ever hear.

You looked him in the eye, saying all which you could not utter. A kiss you gifted him, with all your love you had for him, gratitude and awe. Cupping his right cheek, your thumb got dangerously close to the outline of his eyepatch. Instead of putting it away, he got a hold of your wrist, pushing it further into his burning flesh.

This was different to your previous kisses, it was sincere and raw. No teeth dragged across skin nor tongues fought. It was closest you would get to becoming one, almost. A reassuring palm steadied you on the back of your neck. The taste of salt was clear on your lips.

“You’re the flower I gifted to you all those years ago, I will preserve you until my last day. Between the pages if that is what you want, even if it means you’re not a part of my life.” He whispered into your lips, a sparkle of a tear fell down his cheek.

“Hold me, like you once did.” You thought such vulnerability was impossible for him.

A chocked chuckle escaped past your throat and you looked up at him, eyelashes glistening from the tears.

“You are no longer little Aemond.” The boy who used to look up to you, one head below was gone.

“But you will forever be my Aemond.”

Such a beautiful, rare, genuine smile beamed at you from above. You swore you could see stars in his eye.

Underestimating your own power, your hands quickly fell to his waist, gripping, you tried to pick him up. Miserably failing, you barely managed to lift his heels.

A carefree laugh filled the room, reminding you of your childhood days.

“What are you doing?” Clearly puzzled by your actions, he laughed, gripping your shoulders.

“You wanted to be held my Prince, did you not?” You humored him.  

In an instant, Aemond regained his footing and grabbed you below the knees and waist, carrying you to the armchair. He took his time, to smile and marvel at you. Even for one night, you would live like you wished to.

He placed you onto his lap and you pressed palms against his chest.

You intently looked at his covered eye.

Tugging at the golden clasp which held together his leather shirt you gazed at him with doe eyes.

“I want to see you.” You intently looked at the eyepatch.

“All of you.”

Aemond adverted your eyes, smile forming into a reluctant line.

You reached out to your favorite side of his face.

“I used to hold you here all that time ago,” you swiped below the rim of the leather, “do not deny me, please.”

Meeting your warm eyes, he slowly nodded.

You reached out with your other hand, biting your lower lip. Carefully pulling the fabric away, afraid of tugging on his beautiful hair. You pulled back to fully take him in.

He was mesmerizing.

Lips parted in wonder, eyes wide, you unabashedly stared.

He was oh so fair, facing away from you, his regal nose in all its beauty, the scar danced across his face, with deep shades of crimson. In the hollow of his eye socket laid the sky which slept above the blackwater at night. Deep cobalt, with white specks reflecting the candles in the room.

A sapphire for a treasure, you thought.  

He looked so young beneath you, closest to what you remembered of him. Fragments of shy smiles and gentle caresses.

“I missed you.” You finally broke the silence, which deafened him with each second passing.

His eyes snapped to you, his thumb gently brushed against your waist, unsure still.

You gently grabbed his face by the sides and sank down, giving him a wishful kiss above his bad eye.

“My Aemond.” You whispered.

Resting your head on the side of his face, taking his smell in, you sighed.

“I love you.” The Prince whispered, only for your ears to hear.

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[dead-professor]

Nightculb Scopeout

Hemp leaned against the wall of Deja Nu. With the threats, he wasn't there as often. But tonight he was, less to feed and more to figure out what the threat was. So far, the two-story nightclub was typical for itself. That being a noisy neon affair atop pure white everything else. The music wasn't loud, but it was intense, the base vibrating through everyone's bodies.

He was a man who looked about 40, but was in his 60s. A shock of grey hair fell down the side of his head. The left side of his face was covered by a partial mask. He looked inviting, though he didn't initiate anything. A bit of flirting with anyone who walked past and was interested in such banter.

Instead, his steady blue eyes simply took everything in.

@studious-hunk

[planetdream]

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[shibemuses]

further notes on canon divergent Nezuko

~ For the first 2 years of canon, when Tanjirou is training under Urokodaki, Nezuko sleeps. She prioritizes suppressing her urges for human flesh, beginning to put her energy into sleeping. However, when Urokodaki tries to hypnotize her into seeing humans as her family members, it backfires.

~ Instead, the memories of her family overwhelm her. She's forced to confront their murder, that horrible day, in her dreams. It almost consumes her, until a strange man with her brother's earrings comes to her and gives her the idea to burn through it all.

~ A day after Tanjirou leaves for Final Selection, Nezuko awakens. But she's really awake... Aware. She's horrified she slept for so long, that she had become such a creature. Urokodaki didn't expect her to awaken mentally, and is a little shaken that Nezuko was aware.

~ Stubborn as ever, Nezuko insists he teach her how to fight while Tanjirou is gone. Her determination allows her to learn proper defense, no longer resorting to kicking and scratching like an animal.

~ After passing her own Final Selection secretly before Oyakata-sama, refusing blood, she's given the approval to accompany Tanjirou on his demon slaying missions. Urokodaki gives her a warding kitsune mask just like Tanjirou's, but it's got carvings of her hemp flowers and vines to replace the sun mark Tanjirou's has.

~ Tanjirou is both exhilarated and upset that Nezuko has awakened, because now she's going to fight beside him... He can't just keep her cooped up in a box or in the protection of Tamayo or Urokodaki for her survival. Her stubbornness wins out, every time.

~ Nezuko's speech is impaired still. Some days, the anxiety and PTSD of the night her family died overtakes her, and she goes mute.

~ Her mask used to cover her entire face. However, when fighting Rui, half of it gets broken off. Urokodaki instead fixes the mask to be a half-mouth cover.

~ Her Advanced Demon form in the RLD and Swordsmith arcs more closely resembles a kitsune, with whipping nine tails and fur covering her extremities.

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