#herself xx

[gn-bee]

KNY Accurate Ume-

At least, a hearty attempt.

I'm not very good at replicating styles, so I'm glad I finally had the willpower and patience (and many many references) to do this, because I've been wanting to for a long time.

Along with some silly taishou rumors/secrets!

This was fun for me, I'd like to do more stuff like this.

[tweedfrog]

As a matter of fact let's talk about it. Why the fuck did Eloise punish Cressida Cowper more severely for pretending to be Lady Whistledown than she punished Penelope for ACTUALLY being Lady Whistledown. AND CONTINUING TO PUBLISH???? Like?????

[k4tie75]

A while ago I had to explain to one of my friends who charli was and eventually she got it and said "ohhhh is she the one with the song that's like boom pow right?" and with a straight face I said "yes that's her!"

[worstloki]

While I do feel Thor should have insecurities about Frigga preferring the adopted son over himself it’s a given presumption that his involvement with Odin overshadows that largely enough for it to not be mentioned much. But it shouldn’t be unless Thor doesn’t respect his mother at all.

[aggro-my-beloved]

Here’s a list of all the redacted audio-themed questions I thought of while high :

- Can werewolves have chocolate?

- Can vampires have garlic? Specifically the Olive Garden breadsticks?

- Does Milo watch jerry springer?

- is angel and David’s getaway car at their wedding a horse drawn carriage yes or no?

- what’s asher’s go-to dad joke?

- I think Darlin’ for sure smokes weed, maybe sweetheart joins them too. Asher might tag along he seems like the type. What would their high snack be? I’m thinking flamin’ hot Cheetos or something

[pirunika]

using a saints picture as an icon bc of religious reasons ❌

using a saints picture as an icon bc this particular art reminds me of my oc ✅

[blackat-t7t]

I was reading a transmasc!Rex fic the other night and I just had a thought-

What if blond hair is linked to a mutation where a clone gets two copies of the X chromosome instead of an X and a Y?

Like, if hair color is sex-linked and blond is the recessive gene, and Jango just happened to have the blonde gene on his X chromosome and the dominant dark hair gene on his Y?

Then it would track that Omega is female and blond. And it would mean all the blond troopers are trans. So Rex, Crys, Thorn, any others I can't think of...

[sunsetsnz]

in other news i’m still down embarrassingly bad for my friend

[edens-pen]

having a crush on a white man during black history month is so loser girl of me, like no this is embarrassing

[thatsohkai]

✘ ✘ | Merry Christmas...matriarchal bonds!! // @lovexsulli

getting christmas gifts for the people he cared was still something he couldn’t really wrap his brain around. almost his entire life christmas was never an option, just cold snowy days in chicago of him desperately finding somewhere that would let him work on the holiday so they could keep the lights on. his mom would try every four or so years, get him something he really wanted. those things he cherished for during the bad days, and on the good days he’d hoped to receive something the next year only to be disappointed, but never surprised. 

the holiday soon became a null to him, just a season that he’d come to enjoy. even in epik the boys hardly got each other gifts during the season yet there was always a tree in their dorm, illuminating their living space. but these days malachi found himself surrounded by a handful of people that he wanted to spoil on the holidays. from jinnie, to seonhwa, to ilsu, to dae kai had found himself wandering the malls for something to get them as the holidays approached. it was easy to tell seungho, han and ren that they wouldn’t be getting shit this year, save a smoke and maybe a kiss on the cheek, but the women in his life he wanted to spoil, in a small sense of the word, just to let them know he was thinking of them.

dae’s gift had been fairly easy and jinnie’s even easier, he’d yet to get something for seonhwa but ilsu...that was hard. what could he possibly get the woman that saved him in every sense of the word? for once he understood the way his friends felt as the drug him around the mall desperate to find something that could encapsulate the love and absolute respect that they could afford to pay their mother’s back for motherhood. leaning against frosty grey passenger door, malachi held the keys in his hand. the chilly desert air was slowly settling in on his bare arms as he dialed the first number he’d ever learned by heart when he came to korea.

“hey are you busy? actually it doesn’t matter your son needs your attention right now in front of the hotel hurrryyyyy.”

[shadowglens]

portia and jyn perhaps

Send me an OC + an alternate love interest for them and I’ll tell you what I think of the idea

portia has always seen jyn as more of a ... little sister figure than anything, and she's always liked her! jyn wasn't a fan when she was younger, mostly because portia was definitely a little mean and teasing, but once jyn learnt portia was like that with pretty much everyone, she got used to it.

[s4turday-sun]

*inhales*

DO YOUR FUCKING WORK GODSDAMNIT I AM NOT DOING IT FOR YOU

*exhales softly*

[lilgynt]

i am like wildly overestimating how well i could defend myself with like no self defense training with or without weapons on my person but id prefer that over thinking i cant like. build up enough strength to overpower someone or be scared to go to places alone

[pirunika]

avarage convo w my mother

[scarlet-star-witch]

His Sacrifice

Summary: Aemond makes the decision to save the one he loves over his brother.

Reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and is in a secret relationship with Aemond

WC: 1.5 K

Tumblr is a piece of shit that deleted the request but to whoever sent this, hope you enjoy xx

Part 2

~~

The screams of men below were almost inaudible over the roar of her dragon. She felt powerful, she felt vindictive, a smug satisfaction washing over her as she decimated the Green army below, the traitors who dared to usurp her mother.

Yet her heart was aching. 

Her eyes scanned the skyline, nervously awaiting Vhagar’s presence, awaiting his presence. 

Her throat tightened and she blinked rapidly to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. She’d cried enough tears over him, over the divide that wedged between them, threatening to break them apart completely. She had to be done. 

A trill made her perk up, looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her chest aching, but as she caught sight of the smaller, gold dragon headed her way, her devastation soon turned to anger. 

Aegon. 

Her face shifted, her agony now hatred. Her teeth grit with effort as she pulled at the reins, swooping dangerously close to the soldiers below her, a smirk painting her lips at their cries of terror. 

“Vermithor… attack.”

The dragon below her roared, a mighty sound that shook the bones of those who watched from below. 

She distantly heard Aegon’s call and held onto the handles of the saddle in a white-knuckled grip as she swerved out of the way of the stream of fire Sunfyre spat at her. She winced, flinching away from the barrage of flames that met her too closely. 

The dragons fought a vicious and bloody fight, Vermithor’s talons tearing Sunfyre across her belly, her cries echoing, shaking the ground below. 

Over her dragon’s head that now had the other poor dragon’s neck in his jaws, she met Aegon’s eyes, her gaze alight with hateful glee as she noticed the fear in his eyes. 

But suddenly, his expression shifted, a smile growing as he breathed out in relief. 

Turning, she saw the enormous figure of Vhagar looming forward, like a killer stalking its prey, ready to devour her with ease. 

Her heart dropped, the grip on the reins slipping from her hands, as if she already accepted her fate. 

Swallowing against the lump in her throat that grew, she closed her eyes, refusing to see the look on her lover’s face as he ended her. 

~~

They met in the dead of night, as they always had, meeting on a nondescript island halfway between Dragonstone and King’s Landing. 

He was already waiting for her as she descended from the skies, landing Vermithor beside the hulking figure of Vhagar. 

He was approaching her before she could unsaddle herself. 

His hands were on her before her feet met the ground. 

She was brought into his arms before she could say a word. She embraced him as she always did, desperately, as if it would be their last. With the state of their families, it might just be. 

“Are you alright?” She asked worriedly as she pulled out of his arms, her eyes frantically searching for his face, finding only despair.

“You cannot go tomorrow.” He told her swiftly.

“What-”

“They commanded me to take Vhagar to Rook’s Rest.”

Her face remained impassive as she took in his words, though the storm that raged within her was devastating, shattering every ounce of hopeful excitement she’d felt when she received his raven to meet her that night.

“Aemond, I-”

“You cannot go. Please.” He begged her. 

Her gaze met his and the frantic desperation she saw in his lone eye stirred sadness within her, the divide between their families that had slowly been tearing them apart delivering another fatal blow. 

“I have to. You know I have to.” She answered quietly, mournfully, as if she was already accepting her fate. She couldn’t fight Vhagar, she couldn’t win against him. 

He cursed and took a step away from her, placing his hand over his mouth as he tried hard to rein in his anger, his fear of what would happen to her, to them, as they met on the battlefield.

They always knew it would happen eventually, but it didn’t mean they were ready for it. They had been content to live in a fantasy together, as if they could pretend they weren’t living their reality, that they could’ve lived a happy life together. 

He stepped towards her again, taking her face in his hands. 

“Please, you cannot- I cannot-” He stammered and let out a shaking breath, his tortured gaze locked on hers. “Love, please, don’t go.”

“We always knew this would happen.”

His anger flared at the resolution he heard in her voice, at how quickly she was willing to accept this, that they were to meet on the battlefield, with only one of them returning victorious. He couldn’t accept it, he wouldn’t.

He shook his head wordlessly, his brows furrowed as if in pain. Her arms wrapped around him and he was quick to return the hug, holding her to him tightly. He let out a shaking breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he held her, silently praying it wouldn’t be for the last time.

“We should’ve left while we still had the chance.” She spoke with a small laugh that held nothing but sadness. Aemond nodded, his hands gripping her firmer, his thoughts a mirage of what their life would be if he had taken her up on her offer to escape to Essos all those years ago.

He desperately wished he had agreed. 

“Whatever happens tomorrow-”

“Don’t.” He begged, his heart already aching at the thought of what they would face. 

“Whatever happens,” She repeated more sternly as she looked at him intently. “It won’t change what we have. Nothing will change how I feel about you, even if I cannot feel anything at all.”

He practically shuddered at the thought, the mere notion of losing her too much to fathom and bowed his head until his forehead met hers, their shaking breaths shared. 

“I’ll love you even after the end.” 

He couldn’t hear any more. He kissed her firmly, pouring every bit of love he had for her and had felt for her for years into every caress of his lips, every tantalizing swipe of his tongue, every heated touch that he bestowed onto her beautiful body he had worshiped in secret. 

~~

I’ll love you even after the end

The words echoed in his mind all night. As he left her side to return to King’s Landing before the sun rose, they wouldn’t leave his head, torturing him over and over again, until he felt as though he couldn’t take another breath. 

Now, as he sat atop Vhagar, eyeing the battle in the skies above with bated breath, he knew he had only one choice to make. 

A choice that came all too easily, a choice he would make again each and every time. 

He commanded Vhagar to fly, her large frame taking to the skies slowly, his eye locked onto Vermithor, his heart in his throat as he saw her small frame duck out of the way just in time before Sunfyre’s jaws locked onto her. 

He felt nothing but relief as Vermithor trapped Aegon’s dragon in his jaws, he felt nothing as his brother’s dragon cried out in pain. 

But the blinding rage he felt as he watched Sunfyre swiped her claws against Vermithor’s face, dangerously close to her, made his blood boil.

His hands clenched, his jaw tight, his lone eye dark with resolve as he soon accepted the consequences he would face, the judgment the Gods would place on him. 

But he didn’t care. He would slay his brother if it meant she lived. He would slay millions to save her, without thought. 

“Dracarys!” He yelled, his eye remaining on Aegon who tried to shield himself from the flames that descended upon him. He grunted as Vhagar crashed against Vermithor, harshly nudging the dragon out of the way, Vermithor growling menacingly at Vhagar, before jerking to the side, her command of the reins forcing her dragon not to engage. 

He watched, his heart racing, as she flew away from the scene, away from Aegon as he fell alongside Sunfyre’s broken and burning body. 

He paid little mind to anything else and followed after her. They flew for a few minutes, away from the chaos of battle, away from any prying eyes that would reveal their secret.

He descended just a second after her, landing Vhagar next to Vermithor, his hands shaking as he undid his ties, jumping down his dragon’s frame unsteadily. 

“What the fuck was that?!” She yelled as she stomped towards him, tears in her eyes, unsure of what to make of the emotions overwhelming her. “Do you know what you have just done?”

He ignored her yells and grabbed her hands, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly. She squirmed in his grip for a moment, her adrenaline still thrumming through her veins,  before finally giving in as she felt him shaking against her. 

She let out a trembling breath, her arms coming up to wind around him. She let her eyes fall closed as his hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. 

“What did you do?” She asked wearily, her voice hoarse and weak with exhaustion.

“What I had to.”