#here I lie

[acontrariis]

⸺ chapter 1. The Eyrie.

ʀ. Aemond Targaryen x Vienna Targaryen (OC) ᴡᴄ. 2.1k ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Character Death. Forced Marriage. Child Bride.

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The castle walls, tall and strong, were as cold as the iron shekels of a slave cutting into her skin, suffocating every breath she managed to take. She had learned about death at a very young age, the result of wondering where her parents were and a pair of aunts that had zero delicacy when talking about these subjects with children. She was mature for her age, they said. Forced to grow before the rest of them, the little Princess learned at a young age how unwanted she was in that place. She didn’t understand why they kept her there, they could simply kill her. Maera said that when she died she would meet her parents again. That way she would have a family beyond Maera and Marmee.

“Vienna!”

Her thoughts were interrupted by her caretaker’s cry. Marmee had been running around the palace for a good hour trying to find her, her swollen feet tired from the exercise.

“What are you doing here? I told you it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

“But I don’t wanna have dinner with them. They are old and mean and smell funny. Why can’t we go back with Maera?”

The sad expression from the child she loved as her own broke Marmee’s heart. She would give anything to take her away, back to her life, away from the prison their family desperately wanted to trap her in, but she knew better and had already been warned by Maera many times before.

“We’ll see Maera soon enough, child, I already told you. Come on, now. Behave.”

She hated that word. They kept repeating it ever since they got to this place. Behave. The 10-year-old quickly learned that just meant to do whatever the adults wanted her to and, usually, she would, but today she didn’t feel like it. Deciding she would much rather sit on the window overlooking the abyss, she continued her drawing as if the woman was a mere fly on the wall.

“Vienna Targaryen, I swear…”

“She’s crying again.”

The statement stopped Marmee’s exclamations and made her freeze. It took her a minute to process it. Not because it was new or because she didn’t know what the little girl meant, but because she wished she didn’t. It had been years since her dreams started, the dragon cries filling her nightmares as a cursed lullaby, but lately she could hear them even awake. She could feel her, even when awake. Letting out a tired sigh, Marmee extended her arms to her.

“Come on, you know I can’t climb up there.” After a few minutes of silence. “I’ll give you a treat if you come down from there.”

At the mention of a treat, Vienna quickly lifted her head, so fast a muscle was almost pulled and seeing Marmee’s smile, she knew she’d lost. Reluctantly, a pout in sight, the child grabbed her drawing and crayons and jumped into the woman’s arms, who caught her with a huff.

“Here we go, now.” Marmee cradled the child like a baby and started walking towards her room. “You know, you’re just as stubborn as your mother.”

As usual, the little girl would blush at the comparison with her mother, a shy smile sneaking into her face.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes. That temper, dear heavens. And your father…” She shook her head as if the mere thought frightened her, triggering a giggle from Vienna. “You have his eyes and his brattiness. Everything has to be exactly how you want it, when you want it.”

The playful scolding from the maid prompted the childish giggles. This proved to be the best way to calm the girl, the stories from her parents filled the memories she should have had and eased the ache in her heart. Thanks to this, she was able to get the girl to her chambers and standing on the wooden bench as she changed her dress and fixed her hair.

“Wanna know a secret?”

At this, Vienna’s eyes lightened in expectation, the curiosity almost making her jump from the little stool.

“It is said…” Marmee spoke softly as she finished tying her dress, so only Vienna could hear “…that the dragon that cries for you has scales of the darkest wine in the Seven Kingdom…” The wide-eyed expression of the Princess made her share an affectionate smile “…and when the sun hits them, they shine as amethysts would… just like a certain little girl’s eyes.”

A scrunched up nose and a wide open smile was the response she got.

“I know it makes you sad, but I need you to be strong, okay?” Vienna’s eyes lowered, the smile now gone. “As Maera said, it’s not time yet for you two to reunite, but this wonderful gift you have been given is something you must treasure, as painful as it can be at times.”

Letting out a sigh, Vienna reluctantly nodded at her and came down from the stool. Before she left, Marmee’s voice stopped her.

“And remember…”

“No one must know I can hear the dragons, I know.”

With one last instruction to go straight to the dining room, Marmee let her go, wishing she could go with her.

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Dinner time at The Eyrie was a particular experience she had never witnessed before coming here; in the months they had been there she still hadn’t grown accustomed to the unspoken rules that everyone but her seemed to know. One she learned quickly was that she mustn’t speak of her mother. Her father was a fair topic, as long as Lady Arryn was in the room. The woman seemed to gloat with every mention of his name, and took a particular interest in reminding her how sad it was that she never got to experience his love. However, at the minor mention of her mother, the room would go silent, followed by some unrelated comment, hurriedly spoken after the silence went on too long.

The long table filled with all kinds of food and surrounded by men and women reminded her of the Queen’s Court Maera used to tell her about. The sight of it intimidated her at first, and she would be lying if she said it had gotten better. The vicious viper eyes followed her every move, dissected every word and gesture, and made her feel so incredibly small, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to reach the table.

“Nice of you to join us, Vienna.”

The sharp voice stopped her as all the eyes in the room directed at her. Her mouth automatically opened to an apology.

Breathe, don’t stutter.

The calm whisper served as a warning, a helpful reminder that had saved her many times from making a fool of herself. The first time she heard it, it almost made her fall off her chair. The soft murmurs that imposed over the rest of the noise, drowning even her own thoughts. They’d started a few months ago, a few weeks after their arrival. She didn’t know why they started or where they came from, what even were they was something she didn’t understand. They were just there, in the back of her mind, sometimes louder than others. This was something she hadn’t even told her aunts, it was not easy to explain how the voices felt as if they had always been there and they were just now coming to be known by her.

As she took her seat, the customs proceeded as usual, empty conversations filled with mean spirited gossip and hatred. Vienna had learned to tune it off, paying enough attention to know when a response was expected from her, not that it happened very often. She was to be seen and not heard, the voices had told her, and they were never wrong. Bits of the conversation were picked up by her as she slowly ate her food, something about a marriage, she wondered whose, and why were they discussing people’s hair?

“The black-haired Targaryens seem to be a trend the last few years.”

As the room filled with laughter, the product of a joke everyone seemed to know but her, Vienna's face furrowed. At least that she understood referenced her too, but her mother’s hair was black, she had seen the paintings, of course she would have black hair. That’s not what they mean. She huff, a bit frustrated. They rarely explained things properly, making it harder to understand certain things. Sometimes, the voices were so many and so loud that she would feel dizzy, unable to pick apart one from the other. Focused as she was on the confusion swirling her mind, she almost missed the most important statement of the entire evening.

“Nevertheless, it will be a fruitful join of the families, as it was approved by the King himself. This marriage will surely bring prosperity to both houses, and Vienna will make a beautiful bride.”

This is not good.

She couldn’t agree more.

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As a show of good relations and to straighten the bond between the families, a marriage was proposed, they explained to Maera as soon as she arrived, two days later. The youngest brother of Lady Arryn would marry the youngest daughter of the Targaryen. Important to mention the old lady Arryn had last given birth decades before the bride-to-be would even be born, so, young would not be the first word to come to mind when looking at him.

A marriage is a political tool in the games the Monarchy plays. You’ll understand better when you’re older.

Maera had told her once, in their preparations before coming back “home”. Unfortunately, not even all the chess strategies in the world could prepare her for being a child bride. She understood what was expected of her, she had to obey and follow her family’s wishes, but seeing the pain in Marmee’s eyes and the rage pouring from Maera, the girl couldn’t help but rebel against it. Maybe they could run, leave and be free from them. What about your dragon? Are you going to leave her too?

Of course she didn’t want that, none of them did, that was the only reason they had even come back in the first place.

Noticing the silent girl immersed in her thoughts, Marmee shushed Maera’s rambling about the idiotic family and how the constant inbreeding had affected their last surviving braincells. A warning look was met with a puff of air as she gulped a drink down.

“We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

The words, although appreciated, did little to calm her. Not a single wink of sleep was caught that night. Tired and anxious, they instructed the girl to follow along as usual, they would fix this, they said. The relations between the couple-to-be were encouraged, afternoon strolls and accompanied meals were set while the preparations were made.

“We shall ride to King’s Landing and pay our respects to the King and Queen, of course.” And then directed his eyes to the silent girl. “You’ve never been, right? It’s a wonderful place. The late Prince’s funeral was held there… of course you wouldn’t know…”

It was well known the baby had been missing from the parents' funeral. Maera had been too afraid they tried to take her, so she took her away and kept her hidden for as long as she could, until the nightmares were too much for her to bear. She pondered the options for years, as she watched the child grow, develop a mind of her own and begin to ask questions, what she had to do became clearer by the day. She never expected this to happen, though.

Three days later the group parted, three carriages filled with people and presents expected to arrive in 9 days time.

However, the party never made it to the Capital. A terrible accident had occurred, some said, Lord Arryn’s body was found two meters into the deep of the woods, too disfigured to make any identification if it wasn’t for his trusted squire being the sole witness of the misfortune. A black haired beast, the terrified man had said, with teeth as sharp as a dragon’s claw ripped the carriage in half and shredded my lord’s figure like the skin of a juicy boar. His screams were lost in the dark of night, no one in sight to help as they had, conveniently, wandered too far from the rest of the company.

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The news soon reached Lady Arryn, who enraged and in fear, banished the girl and her companions from her land. She couldn’t prove it, the woman said, but they’d killed him. When asked about it, not a single explanation was given. “They’re witches'' she repeated “Her mother was one too, she cursed them all before she died.” and then, in a small voice, she would add “That girl will be the ruin of the Targaryen.”

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[anansi27]

OMG my bank just called me to make me verbally confirm that my onlyfans subscriptions were not unauthorized charges….

[catiuskaa]

me setting up what I have on my notes to tumblr, 3:33am.

~Kats, who’s deffo NOT going to wake up easily after this.

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[rreids]

[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[notemaker]

In which Lucifer starts getting comfortable, forgets social boundaries, and Alastor kind of does so too. Nifty takes 1 interaction and makes it a whole plot.

[temeyes]

[pangur-and-grim]

it’s hard for me to feed myself right now (just in terms of physical ability), so my mom drove me and the animals to her place. she carried the cats in first, because I had to butt-scoot up the front stairs, and once inside, Pangur got scared and ran. she’s tucked herself away somewhere, and nobody can find her. I probably could, and I could lure her out and make her feel safe again, except that I’m largely immobile. I keep falling on the crutches and fucking my leg up further, and the likeliest hiding spots are up or down a fleet of stairs. it’s been 4 hours, and it’s killing me not to look for her. I’m so tempted to crawl down the basement stairs, broken leg be damned.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Pavitr Plushies

[hungharrington]

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hey guys long time no see ! this was purely inspired bcos i think its HOT when guys hold their gfs legs open when they fuck. naturally im thinking of steve <3 enjoy! MDNI this entire blog is 18+ fem!reader

Fire burns beneath your skin.

Pure flames of desire that seem to start in your gut, licking and settling alight every nerve in your body. The fire within you hums and you burn up deliciously in it, trying so hard to stay still and feel everything.

Your breath hits the pillow, its soft feel pressed up against your cheek. Steve's chest drags against your bare back. You can feel the muscles of his chest shift, the drag of his chest hair as his bicep bulges over and over from a repeated motion.

The motion being his hand, buried between your thighs.

"Want you to..." Steve's voice breathes in your ear, that rasp in it that clues you in to how turned on he is. How keyed up he is. His forearm nudges at your thigh, pressing it outwards. "Want you to keep 'em spread for me, baby."

You swallow a gasp as his thumb passes over your clit teasingly. You nod against the pillow and your thighs part further without even thinking about it.

"That's it," Steve coos. This close, you can feel the curl of his smile against your neck. He's practically purring when he says, "That's my girl."

You're spreading yourself for him, your drooling cunt on display for him to play with, and the thought only fuels the dribbling, burning hot feeling in your gut. A whimpery noise pulls from your throat.

Steve kisses the skin of your neck generously, slow languid kisses that make your nipples peak against the sheets. A scrape of teeth. Heat burns between the shared skin.

Long, thick fingers draw circles at your entrance and you can't help how your back arches to push down onto them, a stuttering gasp escaping you. He's been teasing you for too damn long tonight.

"S-Steve."

His name has never sounded so filthy.

"Mm? What is it, baby?"

He's still circling your entrance tantalizingly, his thumb dancing over your clit so perfectly, so teasingly. Asshole. Teasing, stupidly hot, too-good-with-his-fingers asshole.

"Please," Is all you can manage, voice weak.

It's all you need for Steve give in, sinking his finger into your cunt and pulling simultaneous groans from both of you. You can feel the rumble of it against your spine. Your head tips back instinctively, your cunt fluttering in bliss.

Steve doesn't give you a moment to relax into it, another finger joining as he pumps them in. Lewd noises leak out as his fingers setting a punishing pace. They curl expertly, hitting the spot that makes your hole clench around him with every thrust of his fingers.

You clutch the sheets, your leg quivering and threatening to fall. A moan you can't contain pools in your chest and you bury your face in the pillow to muffle it.

Your hand shoots down to hold Steve's forearm — half to make sure he won't stop, half to keep yourself from falling apart too soon.

"God, look at you," Steve murmurs, his voice hot with praise.

All your whimpery noises, pressed into the pillow, going straight to his cock. It thickens in his boxers, straining against the fabric and Steve shivers in anticipation.

You can feel his trail of kisses up your neck but you know he’s watching the way your hips rock down onto his fingers. A fiery desire licks up your spine at the hardness you feel behind you. You feel yourself grow slicker at the feel of it, your mouth almost watering.

Steve's hips rolls up against yours roughly, no doubt eager to gain the same pleasure you were getting. His quiet grunts mix with your whiny breathes, pleasure burning and bubbling hotter and hotter.

Then a filthy moan scrapes out his throat when you clench down around his fingers — which disappear between your legs in a moment.

You barely get a moment to pout, a soft whine sounding, before you hear the fabric of his boxers being pushed down. It's frantic sounding, like he can't wait another second, like he needs to be buried inside you. You need it just as bad. You whine again.

"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Steve soothes, all too aware of your every noise. His needy baby. "I know, I got you."

His hand finds the bend in your knee and he holds it for you, keeping you spread for him. His nose nuzzles along your neck, kissing and suckling as he finally, finally, sinks his cock into you in one slow stroke.

You keen. A pitiful cry escapes your lips, the coil in your tummy twisting tighter at the gravelly moan that Steve makes. His hot breath of your neck, his closeness, the stretch of him inside you — you quiver and whimper, your cunt gushing on his cock.

"Oh f-fuck, honey," There's that whiny hitch in Steve's words now, the way there always is when nears pussy drunk.

You can feel the urge to close your shaky legs with how you cunt throbs in pleasure but Steve's hand is still tucked under your knee, keeping them apart, as he starts to rock into you.

The lewd noises from before return, the wet sound of your slick as Steve ruts into you. His hips move fast, his pace building.

A ragged moan drools from your lips and you push your head back instinctively, searching for more Steve. He's there already, his kisses resuming up your neck feverishly, his thrusts not faltering.

"Ste— Stevie," You gasp needily, letting one of your hands slip over your waist to hold him however you can. Your fingers find his bicep and you clutch it, breathy noises punched out with every roll of his hips. Steve groans loudly.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good around me," He pants, thick cock driving into you steadily enough to make you melt. He drops his hold on your leg for a moment, his hand darting up to your face. He pushes back the hair in your face, his lips kissing the exposed skin as he does.

"My pretty fuckin' girl," He hums, voice wavering in his own pleasure.

Your thighs start to ease close without thinking and Steve snakes his hand down, slapping lightly at your clit with his large hand. It makes you squeal, your legs jumping apart and your hole clenching down on his cock deliciously. Steve moans again, a thread of a whine in it.

"Told you," He huffs breathlessly, lips dragging up the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips at your ear. You whimper. "To keep 'em spread for me. You can- you can do that f'me, can't you?"

It's a trick question because there's no way you can answer anything right now. Steve's thrusts slow for a moment, as if he's giving you a moment's reprieve, only for you to realise it's for a more sinister reason all together.

He shifts forward and lets his hand find its place under your knee again, holding your legs apart, and this time when he fucks back in, your whole body twitches.

You make a pitiful noise, something between a moan and a gasp. And then you make it again and again, as Steve drives his cock into your cunt, hitting the spot every single time.

"Oh, there she is." Steve coos. "Is that it, yeah? That spot feel good, honey?"

It would nearly be embarrassing, the little uh, uh, uh's you keep making, if it didn't feel so fucking good. You thought you were on fire before but now you're molten. Your skin blazes. Pleasure twists the coil in your gut tighter. You clench down on Steve's cock and gush at the whimpery noise he makes.

"I- ngh, shit—" He's panting now, beginning to become undone at the silky feel of you wrapped around him. "I asked -ah- you a question, baby."

You wail softly into the pillow, head curling in. Your head swims in delirious pleasure, the question he asked a minute ago long gone. You whine at his cruelty, your mind utterly distracted by the filthy squelchy noises he's fucking out of you.

"B-Baby can't think right now?" Steve teases, his thrusts turning shallow but faster. He hikes your leg up higher, pulled back towards his hairy thigh. "Getting fucked too good, huh?"

"Uh huh," Your voice comes out all whiny, the words drooling out your mouth. Your cheek brushes the pillow as you reply, eyes screwing up as the tightness in your stomach looms closer, hotter, nearly bursting. You grip his bicep tighter.

"Pleasepleaseplease, don't- don't stop, baby, I'm— I'm," The words rush out of you in a frantic babble. "Please, fuck- I'm, uh,"

A moan warbles out of Steve at your pleading, feeling his balls draw up as his own orgasm creeps up on him. He dutifully listens to his baby, still fucking himself into you with a lustful fervor.

"Gonna cum?" He grunts. You whine.

"I wanna see you cum," Steve rasps, his tummy flexing as he tries to hold back his mounting pleasure. "C'mon, baby, cum all over my cock, yeah? Show me how good it is."

His hand slips from your beneath your knee once more, sliding down to pat at your clit and it's all it takes. You unravel. The heat in your bloodstream gives way to pure euphoria, confetti pumping through your body as you gasp and moan. Your cunt clenches and flutters, throbbing in just the right way.

Steve's hips stutter, the sudden snugness of you pushing him over the edge. It's everything to hear the little inhale he does; the whimper he makes as his cock twitches inside you, dribbling hot ropes of cum.

He keeps moving, milking out every dreg of pleasure for the both of you. Your hand on his arm shifts, moving up, searching for his face and when you tangle your hands in his hair, it's to turn and kiss him. It's sloppy, your lips barely aligned. Still, it hums with love.

The kiss breaks. Slowly, the pleasure and his movements taper off, til Steve's easing himself out of you. A warm buzz sits over the room, satisfaction rolling off the both of you in waves. You feel faint, a sluggish happy feeling settling into your skin.

"Mm, you okay?" Steve's voice sounds from behind you.

You're still snuggled close together, Steve dropping his head into the crook of your neck to nuzzle into it. You huff a happy laugh, reaching a hand up to bury it into his hair like you know he loves.

"More than okay." You sigh happily. Steve's responding hum vibrates against your shoulder. "You just fucked my brains out, baby."

Steve makes a little noise, a half-hearted snort. He kisses the curve of your shoulder again. "Just doin' my job."

[brainrunbygoblin]

time is a flat FUCKING circle

[juha-art]

Tula's heart

Touching her heart in the character art

Edit: Tularemia is a disease that can infect animals and people. Rabbits, hares, and rodents are especially susceptible and often die in large numbers during outbreaks.

Something settles heavy on your heart

Edit: Tula only lost health from using Lay on Hands to cure a disease, not every time she healed

Her magic feels wrong for the first time

There's a little too much in common

Listen to your heart / something foundational to her is a lie

[averageludwig]

another round of demo art that appeals to me and ONLY me! (｀∇´)ψ

[gen-toon]

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE