#i forget these thots exist

[biiscione]

hello.

[eeunwoo]

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[darlinimamess]

confession: i’ve listened to it’s time to go so little that i don’t even know the chorus

[loquaciousferret]

Little Games

Summary: Agent Peña reaches breaking point after your not-so-subtle teasing around the office, deciding to teach you a lesson you won't be quick to forget.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, name-calling, rough unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, Javi being mean. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Javi pulled me out of my Joel thots today, enjoy this short piece of filth

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“Cut the shit!” Javi’s palm slams into the wall behind your head.

You could see how the man would be terrifyingly intimidating, if this hadn’t been your goal all along.

“What’s wrong, agent?” You gaze back at him innocently with wide eyes, his cock twitching just at the sight.

“Don’t give me that.” He snaps, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall after you had tried to reach out and push his chest back lightly to create space between you.

You blinked. You wouldn’t give in yet.

“Just admit it.” He hisses through gritted teeth, “You may be stupid but not too stupid to know what you’re doing.”

You can barely keep a straight face, it’s practically painful trying to hold back the defiant smirk that wants to creep its way onto your lips.

“I’m sorry Agent, don’t you think I’m doing a good job?” You said, holding on to the pretence a little longer.

“Cut the act.” His tone is menacing. “You know you do a great job, staying late whenever I do, doing my paperwork faster than any of the other agents just so you can come back and see me sooner. Hovering around me in those ridiculously short skirts, driving me crazy. Maybe HR should talk to you like a grown up about professional dress codes.”

“You don’t like how I dress?” You said, playing dumb for him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped your jaw and tilted your face up to him.

“Is this a game to you?”

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He can’t bear to look at you any longer and spins you round so you face the wall.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” His hand was roughly separating your thighs, spreading your legs forcefully. “Maybe you’ll learn not to start something if you don’t plan on finishing it.”

You moaned as one of his large hands started to put pressure on your already wet pussy, through your thin underwear. He pushed it aside and thrusted two fingers inside you roughly. You gasped and he hissed at you to “Cierra el Pico.”

Of course he had seen you coming from a mile away that morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that barely grazed your mid thigh, and a white blouse under your blazer that clearly showed the outline of your lace bra. Most of the department were away at an incident, and management had been scheduled in with the President. Being a secretary, you knew everyone’s schedules, and you knew today was the perfect day to take your little game with Agent Peña up a notch. He would already be in a bad mood, frustrated that he had been benched while most of the other agents were out potentially getting into some action today. You used this existing frustration to your advantage and that’s how you ended up here right under his grasp where you had wanted to be all along.

You heard him unbuckling his belt with his free hand and you shuddered with excitement. He removed his fingers from inside you and gripped your panties, pulling them down your legs roughly. You stepped out of them when they hit your ankles and he picked them up, stuffing them into his pocket. You smirked, suspecting that he wouldn’t return them following this encounter.

He pressed on your upper back, folding you more so that your ass stuck out and your chest was pressed to the wall. Your breathing faltered as he slid his erection through your wet folds and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you with no mercy and you whined, unprepared after using his fingers on you for such a short time.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” He sneered.

He immediately set a punishingly harsh pace, pressing you hard into the wall as you held both your hips, guiding you back onto his cock to increase the force of each rough thrust of his cock.

You chewed on your lip to silence your moans of pleasure, there was only one locked door between yourself and Javier and a corridor that could contain government officials at any moment.

“Is this what you thought would happen when you started your little game, huh?” He goaded, continuing to slam into you harshly.

You couldn’t come up with anything clever to say in response, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“You can dress up and pretend to be whoever you want but look at you now, huh. Just a whore under all those fancy clothes as soon as someone sticks their cock inside you.”

“Only you, Sir.” You manage to get out, releasing a stifled moan.

He scoffs at that but the intensity of his thrusts somehow increased, as if the idea turned him on even more. If this wasn’t him at his worst then you didn’t think you would be able to handle whatever that would feel like.

He kept one hand on your hip but moved the other round your front to play with your clit, rubbing and applying pressure in circles around the sensitive spot.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” He challenged.

You nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying out in pleasure.

“Really? After all that teasing? You think I should make you feel good?” He chuckled.

“I think I’d rather leave you frustrated all day, let you play with yourself tonight and wish it was me touching you.”

You whined, “Please, Javi-“

“Listen to yourself,” He taunted, and you could hear his smirk. “Willing to beg for it, you little whore.”

As soon as your orgasm started to build, your legs stiffening and your pussy clenching around him, he removed his fingers from your clit.

You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed and tutted, “This is what happens when you try and involve me in your slutty little games.”

He went quiet then, done taunting you and instead focussed on chasing his own release, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could go, your warm tight cunt getting him closer to his orgasm with every single thrust.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, remind you all day what I did to you.”

You nodded, whining, your pleasure reaching an absolute high.

After a few more thrusts, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside you as he grunted, stilling inside you while he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and you felt his load trickling down your inner thigh slowly.

“Make yourself presentable.” He ordered as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and refastened his belt. “And leave me alone, I have more important things to do today than deal with you.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out of the disused file room back into the office. Your mind was already whirring, planning on how you could get him to do this to you again.

[boydepartment]

@ iluvmygf - profiles: ur an idiot x 7

description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.

genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau

warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes

SEVEN IDIOTS- seven boys who met during training and i-land. seven idiots who always depend on eachother and are the closet thing to brothers. seven boys fated to be best friends.

nishimura riki’s(05) accounts

nishimura riki, LOVES his gf. and wants to appreciate her every second of everyday. to him, she makes idol life a little easier. even if he misses her like crazy sometimes. he loves his job and his work, he couldn’t be more proud to say he’s an idol. but riki is more proud to have the title as y/n’s bf.

iluvmygf is riki’s special account on twitter where he can openly love his gf. enhypen’s managers don’t know about the account and if they did they would probably kill him. (riki was turned down to announce his relationship)

lee heeseung’s(01) account

you know how people say, the nerd is an undercover thot? this is not true for heeseung. on stage he is an absolute thot, offstage, he wouldn’t be caught dead talking to ANYONE he’s attracted to. he is a certified loser outside of idol life. (has not had a partner since jack the ripper was roaming)

jay park’s(02) account

can you guys come to the dining room

jake sim’s(02) account

remember what i said about heeseung? jake is the opposite. he seems goofy and a nerd. this man is a thot on and off stage. which is why he cannot keep a gf for the life of him. he has a heart of gold but the thotness and hotness scares the girls away.

park sunghoon’s(02) account

everyone thank sunghoon. he is the reality check. he is the ground. he is THE HUMBLER. sunghoon is the guy everyone goes to when they need sense snapped into them. (bad with women(hasn’t had a gf since the stone age))

kim sunoo’s(03) account

kim sunoo is the man riki goes to when shit hits the fan. however recently sunoo has been super busy with something he hasn’t been telling anyone :( which unfortunately means riki has to go to thotatron 3000

yang jungwon’s(04) account

jungwon. is the overlooker. the overlord. the LEADER. which also means he was scolding riki for his iluvmygf account. jungwon tries to pretend it doesn’t exist 🫶 other than that he tries to get through life even with bangchan as his sleep paralysis demon.

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[jasntodds]

Ok but the gifs you just posted of jay... Mmmmm yum. He looks too good, could you imagine him coming in late at night from patrol taking off the red hood gear and laying with you and him talk about how much he loves you in that voice and look like that. Then he's like can i make you feel good?? Ughhhh Just a thot.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jason comes home from patrol with only one thing on his mind: you

Warnings: Swearing, 18+, oral (f!receiving), idk I wrote this at 4am lmao

Words: 2,006

A/n: Anon is talking about these gifs and I, too, have some thoughts™️

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Jason has two moods when patrol gets a little messy. Sometimes, it’s like it triggers something he begs so desperately to forget. It’s as if all the memories and fears kick down his front door and barge in without ever asking for an invite.

They intrude on his space of peace and calm like a disease wreaking havoc through his nervous system. It’s not usually pretty when that happens. But, other times, it’s as if those memories knock. The fears knock softly and look at him with hope that one day things get better. It’s as if they’re just looking for a way out and Jason is the helpful type. Those nights, he’s not angry or worried or scared, instead, he’s caring. And the only thing left on his mind as he walks through the door, is you.

Jason is always caring towards you. But, on those nights, nights like tonight, it’s always a little more. Nights like tonight are harsh and cruel reminders of what he faces and what the victims face. They are harsh reminders, not that he ever needs one, that in a second, everything can change. Everything he cares about can disappear again. He can disappear from you again. And all he wants to do is be near you.

You stir awake as Jason walks into your bedroom. You can see the shiny, reflective red of the helmet coming from the hallway. A sweet and tired smile tugs at your lips because he’s home. You never really sleep well when he’s out.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.” Jason mutters as he takes the helmet off.

“‘S okay.” You mumble, watching him strip the rest of the suit off. “Come to bed.” You stretch out an arm as you watch Jason smile.

It's something warm and tender pulling at the corners of his lips as he glances to the floor and then back to you. A twisting and pulling, gnaws at the bottom of his stomach and all he wants is you.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Jason’s chuckle is low and quiet in the room as he comes into bed, sliding right up behind you as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

Jason presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder…and then another one….and another one. He can hear you hum in front of him. Jason’s arms are strong around you, keeping your back pinned to his chest as he places a kiss to your neck. Goosebumps erupt down your spine.

“I love you.” Jason’s voice is groveled and thick against your skin.

“I love you, too, Jay.” You whisper back and Jason swears he can hear the smile on your face a he places more lazy and gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck.

You remember the first time he told you. The thundering and banging of Jason’s heart had come to a stop like it hit a wall straight on going 100mph as the words left his throat. You swore it was as if it had pained him to actually say them. But it didn’t.

It didn’t hurt to say them, it just terrified him to let those words exist anywhere outside of the dark and paranoid corners of his mind. But he said them anyway because you always told him so casually, effortlessly in such a way he was almost jealous of how effortless it was for you to say it. You said it often and softly, never even expecting him to be able to say it back but then he did because he does love you. He had always loved you and he needed you to know.

Since then, since he said those words and you gave him this wild and eager grin before catching his lips in a kiss, he says it freely now. The words fall from his lips as he’s never known any others. He tells you often, regularly, and lazily. It's become effortless for him, too.

“I love you.” Jason mutters again. “So much.” He keeps pressing kisses over your shoulders. “Ya know that, right?” Jason asks.

“Of course, Jay.” You hum softly and tenderly. “I love you, too.” You say it again because you always say it back. You swear you’ll never let him forget that you do. You know how he thinks and sometimes, those dark and twisted voices are cruel to him

Jason’s grip over your middle loosens as he slides a hand under your tank top and you shudder against him. The pads of his fingers run along your stomach gently. He traces his way up until his fingers almost dance right under your breast, just close enough to tease you as his lips are still pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck.

“Can I make you feel good?” Jason’s voice is rough against your ear, his fingers tracing below your breasts so softly you almost miss the touch.

Warmth spreads to your pussy, contracting around nothing as he asks. It’s a realization of how empty you feel without him. You'd be lying if you said watching him strip from the Red Hood gear didn't always do something to you. The suit is fitted so well and it always makes his muscles look perfect. The black and red compliments his skin in such a way it always sends a fire bubbling through your stomach.

But it’s so early, and you have work a few hours.

“It’s four in the morning and I have to work in a few hours.” You want your voice to come out sterner than it does, a betrayal from your own vocal chords. 

“Please.” Jason asks, this time the pads of his fingers trace along the top of your breast as you close your eyes, pushing your ass into him. Jason nearly growls into your neck. “Then we can sleep. Just wanna make you feel good, princess.” His words are absolutely drenched with lust as they hit your ears.

His cock is trapped in his boxes but you can feel his length, hot against your ass. Jason is careful with his fingers, nimble and gentle over your breast, nearly just hovering. He thinks of every way he can make you feel good, completely ruin you right here and right now. He’s almost desperate to hear you moaning out his name in a way that always gets his cock twitching and pulsing.

You hum softly, running over just how much sleep you can get. It’ll never be enough but your mind starts swimming as Jason bucks his hips against you. Your pussy throbs and aches, the tiredness slowly fading away from your mind. He always knows how to get you to unravel, though it’s rarely much effort on his part.

“If I’m late again, I’m blaming you.” You mumble.

You can feel the rumble of Jason’s chest as he chuckles. “That’s fine.” Jason peels himself away from your back and you groan at the sudden cold that rushes over you.

Jason pulls the blanket back before he turns you onto your back as you let out a squeal. His chuckle reverberates around the room as he slides down to position himself between your legs.

Hunger grows in the pit of your stomach as Jason presses soft and gentle kisses along your knee, pulling your legs apart. His mouth moves down your inner thigh and you squirm against him. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he pins your hips in place to keep you still.

"Thought you were tired?" Jason mocks, offering a quick glance your way and you can see the green of his eyes turn into something dark and eclectic, fueled with cockiness.

"Shut up." You mutter, hitting your head back against your pillow.

Jason kisses his way to your underwear. He presses a kiss to your cloth-covered clit and you have to bite back a moan as your hips buck desperately towards him. His chuckle is low and is followed by something you can only describe as a growl.

"Look at you, princess." His eyes flicker up towards you and you want to dive into his eyes and let yourself drown into him. "Soaking already."

You roll your eyes, hands coming to grip his hair in a desperate plea for him to shut up and get to work. It's a snicker this time that leaves his lips as he slides his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off in a quick motion.

He goes back to placing kisses to the mound of your leaking pussy and then to your hips. The burning sensation grows in your stomach as your eyes start to burn. He knows what he's doing. He always knows what he's doing and he's good at it.

"Jay." You whine, looking down at him. His eyes meet yours and you think you might burst into flames. "C'mon, please."

A flash of a smirk comes to his lips as he slides a finger through your folds, just teasing your pussy, never taking his eyes off you. He watches your mouth part as a soft and sweet gasp leaves your lips. Your grip on his hair tightens and he loves to watch you fall apart, come completely unraveled with the smallest of touches.

“Think you’ve been waiting for me like this all night.” Jason coos, effortlessly teasing your leaking pussy. Jason breaks eye contact to kiss your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. A jolt close to lightning shoots through your body as you let out a raspy moan. “That right, baby?” He flashes that signature grin of cockiness your way and if he weren't so good at it, you might actually want to bite it off of his face.

Jason is cocky and it's not something you'd normally find attractive but there's something in the way he executes it that he sends you into a spin. Jason makes the cockiness attractive and he always backs it up. He's not cocky for no reason and he knows it.

He presses the flat of his long along your pussy, licking all the way up before sucking your clit back into his mouth. It twitches against his lips and your head starts to spin. Your hips buck up but Jason pins them back down, his hand strong and sterny against your flesh.

“Gonna make you feel so good, princess.” Jason coos against you, his breath against your sends a chill down your spine.

Jason moves his tongue, tracing letters against your clit, finding the rythym he knows will get you to unravel into a mess beneath him. He slots two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to the second knuckle until he feels the spongey patch inside of you.

Your head spins and you think gravity might cease to exist if he lets go of you. Your fingers grip and tug his hair, trying to bring him closer to you as the pressure fills your stomach.

Jason's ears collect every gasp and pretty moan that leaves your lips, his name sounding like the closest thing to heaven he's ever heard. His fingers soak up your juices until the pressure finally becomes too much as you're calling out his name in quick succession, your thighs trying to clamp around his head until Jason presses them back down into the mattress.

He works you through your orgasm and only comes up for air as you nearly beg him, your clit pulsing against his tongue.

"Told you I'd make you feel good, baby." Jason's toothy grin glistens in the low light.

You shake your head, your eyes lust-blown. But, he catches the hint of a grin pulling at your lips. "My turn." You gesture your hands lazily at him for him to up towards you.

Jason tilts his head back as a chuckle rumbles through his chest. His eyes lock with yours, his pupils blown but there's something soft in them. "I love you." Jason mutters, climbing his way back up to you.

[inyoureyes-415]

Wow! We got a lot of new people practically overnight, thank you to all who followed from the iconic gay son thot daughter post

My name is Maverick, I also go by Mav. I queue once a day posts because otherwise I will forget this blog exists. I post mostly about San Francisco but also cover the Bay Area, and my travels.

The most popular tag by new followers is either #pride or #film photography

My tag is #iye415

Please be sure to check out some of my other posts, I am very proud of how my work has developed these last two years

Cheers!

-Maverick

[le-panda-chocovore]

Do you just have those characters that you see being shipped heterossexually and think "This man does NOT want women/This woman does NOT want men"

Like i let ppl ship whatever they want bc it's none of my business but sometimes. Really? She/he? If she held hands with a man she'd throw up. If he had to kiss a woman he'd shrivel up and die. Stuff like that

Gojo Satoru (JJK) - he is the home of sexual, that man would sit an entire date with the prettiest woman and not care about anything she says, he'd find her naked and wet in his bed and the only thing he'd think about would be that he misses Suguru.

Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu) - the OG lesbian, she couldn't even articule a word during her first appearance because she was in front of a gorgeous girl. She would even UNDERSTAND that a boy is in love with her, I believe she lives in a world where heterosexuality doesn't exist.

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) - You cannot be more aro/ace than this bitch, I winced every time I see a ship with him. He WOULD throw up of someone held his hand romantically. (His ships aren't straight but I feel like putting him there)

Light Yagami (Death Note) - if you have seen this anime you know I don't need to argue. This is canon. He reads +18 magazine unfazed. He had a sexy goth girlfriend with cutie lingerie in his room and didn't even glance at her.

Mahiru Koizumi (Dangaronpa) - She's a girls kisser but she would be polite with a boy until he reveals being a trash.

Hiyoko Saionji (Dangaronpa) - She would rather hang herself than sitting next to a boy, let alone kissing him.

Ymir (Attack on Titans) - Why. Why would you put her in such a situation. Have you SEEN her ??? She would laugh at a dick and says "mine's prettier" before putting her strap on.

Neito Monoma (MHA) - He is a gay thot with gen z vocabulary, he's unstoppable, the only reason he'd be getting close to a girl would be to fuck her boyfriend.

Kugisaki Nobara (JJK) - She's a girls kisser too and has no respect for men unless they earned it (and her expectations are high). She'd be disgusted by the idea of dating a man. Also she would hit anyone assuming she's straight.

Rio Nakamura (AssClass) - She gay. Nothing much to add. She's not even hiding it.

Alright the list is long enough ! Like you said I let people ship whatever they want too, I'm not going to spam their blog with hate and meaningless arguments because I disagree with their takes. I think many people would read that post and entirely disagree with me too, and it's okay. I would just be shocked and disgusted in my heart and I'd try to forget that those pair exist.

[oukabarsburgblr]

Oukaaaaaaaaaa youre one of the best writers here in tumblr for me, youre one of the awesome blogs that introduced me to the world of oc x reader and now i CANT live without your fics. Always made me sad that you seem not always confident with your writings because WHATTT DONT FEEL LIKE THAG BB personally i dont think your writings r bad but as a writer i also can feel that feeling where u feel its not enough BUT NAHH DONT TRUST IT YOU ROCK BROO. Write w your own pace, september will be a fun month especially with your fics releasing (im excited w the loreee) but if you think youll need extra time or maybe few rest get it girl 🥺

I just scrolled on your accounts to see how ya doin and seeing some comments you made make me want to just appreciate you for a moment. Sorry if it come as a ramble but BROSKI UR THE COOLEST DONT FORGET AND HAVE FUN!!!!!!! TAKE CARE TOO

I read this like five times all day bc i didnt realise how degrading i was to myself😭😭 thank you so muchhh. My writing has definitely decreased in quality haha im aware of that and i want to repair it as well hshshsh but tqsmmm I like ocs bc i cant go as freely with existing characters and sometimes ocs in tumblr mostly feel like a template so i thot of making my own hshhssh.

My biggest issue w myself is that urm people only know me for my smut😭😭 i get its good, and ik its good too but it made me a bit sad every time ppl just rq that stuff like noooo🥹 what abt feelings hahhaha but tqsmmmmm (and i appreciate that u put bro and girl love u🫶🏻)

And abt that september thing, the fics wont be as lengthy as the consort au or the official release deffo, itll probably be like max 7k since i want to release at least 10 of em this sept hahshhaha see yall then❤️❤️

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Therapist! Andy or Cult Leader! Thor?

I went off.

Sacred Vessel

Warnings: noncon, cult behaviour, fear, breeding kink, praise.

Character: cult leader!Thor

So I never got to do a cult fic before and not for lack of wanting. Please let me know if you enjoy. And all your other thinks and thots.

“Sister,” Lorraine’s voice draws you from your trance, the blur in your vision narrowing to a crisp focus. “Don’t forget your lilies.”

You face her, wincing as she lifts the band of petals over you. She places the crown on your head and pins it in place, the babble of those around you both calms and sparks your nerves. The swathes of white are endless as nearly a dozen women linger in anticipation.

“Thank you,” you exhale, your ribs aching at your realisation of your baited breath.

“Don’t be nervous,” she touches your arms just above your elbows, a comforting squeeze before she trails down your sleeves and flutters the loose trumpets of fabric, “you will be chosen. Trust in the storm.”

“Sister,” you bow your head. 

She doesn’t know you don’t fear being unchosen, no it is the alternative that frightens you. It is unsaid among the others in the room but speaks in their nervous steps and wringing hands. Each plucked for their chastity, assured that it is the Storm that calls them to serve.

Lorraine parts and goes to Makena. They exchange brittle smiles as the former adjusts the latter’s crown of flowers. You shudder and fold your hands over your stomach. The ceremony will be soon, the dawn rises and beckons to the storm, grey clouds roil in the distance.

Anika sniffles as Lorraine nears her and wipes away the tears with her thumbs. She reprimands her gently until she mops her face with her sleeves. You have to look away as you fear your own dread might spill forth.

There is a knock at the door that silences the women. You all turn to look as Lorraine, ever the boldest, goes to open it.

The Mother of the Storm enters, her head held high as her silver and golden waves ripple down her shoulders and back. She wears a deep shade of blue that represents the Storm, as the Master of the Storm shall wear black to signal the Eye.

“Maidens of the Storm, you have been chosen,” she declares, “and so comes your time to be blessed by the rains…” she pauses and a roar of thunder growls in the distance, “and you shall discover if you are truly worthy to bear the fruits of the earth. This ground is as sacred as the sky, for they cannot exist without each other.”

“By the Storm’s Eye,” you recite in unison as you bow your heads.

“For those not chosen, you will pass on to serve in other ways. To sow this land and mind those who graze it. Know that your duty is as divine as the Storm’s vessels.”

Another eerie echo among the women, “by the Storm’s Eye.”

The Mother, Frigga, raises her hands, “his Eye sees all.”

She turns and strides out. You follow without bidding, Lorraine at the head of the line as Makena trails her, Anika trembles and wobbles and the other women walk dolefully in silence. You’re at the end, not moving until you must, nearly paralysed in your fear.

The wooden slats creak under your bare feet as you trod along the hallway and pass beneath the open archway. The pale sky hides the sun behind the rising wall of clouds. A light mist hangs in the air as the Storm approaches, closer and closer, shaking the earth in its advance.

The Mother leads you through the village as bodies stand fixated on the train of women clothed in white. Despite the crowd that trims the way, there are no voices, only the noise of your feet on the cobble and the odd scatter of pebbles bouncing off toes. Your mother stands at her front door with your sisters. They are happy.

You reach the edge of the village and enter the plateau between the tall stone planks set into an elaborate labyrinth. The Mother guides you without hesitation, knowing the way no other could. At the center, she stops and turns back as the world darkens, a black cloud like a curtain across the sky.

The first droplets fall cold upon the ground and you feel more seeping through the fabric of your gown. Anika quivers and whimpers, Makena breathes shallowly, and Lorraine preens with excitement. You feel dizzy as a cold speck of rain hits the back of your neck.

“Let the Storm cleanse you, maidens,” Frigga booms, “and when you hear the goat’s horn, you will know it is time to follow the tide. It shall wash you in many directions for you each have your own path. You must follow it and see the end. The Storm sees all.”

“By the Storm’s Eye,” the chant is weak and wavering as the rain pelts down harder and you shiver as it soaks through the thin linen.

Frigga puts her hands together and turns, flitting between the towering columns, leaving you and the maidens afraid and aimless. Perhaps if you stay at the center, you will not be chosen. Or that may be too obvious. You only hope to see the fields and run back to the village. A seed in the dirt is preferable to one in your womb.

A strike of lightning cuts through the sky and thunder claps loud enough for several to scream. You shake and stumble back. You spin, peering up to the pulsating clouds as the rain slakes your face. The horn blows and the chill permeates to the bone.

“Run!” Anika cries shrilly and before any other can move, she is gone, her loud sobs fading into the furious noise of the storm.

Makena is second and you don’t wait for who’s next as you plunge into the closest corridor of the maze. You grab your skirt, balling the wet linen in your fists as you hold it aloft to keep from tripping. You pant and pump your legs onward as the sky growls and another deafening howl of thunder rises.

The world turns black then lights up, a flurry of flashes, one after the other as lightning flickers incessantly. An onslaught that has you lost but painfully lucid. You feel every inch of skin, every strand of hair, every breath, and every beat of your heart.

The ground turns slicks under your feet and you slip to your knees. You hear a step not your own, then a splash and glance over as a green streak passes just down the corridor. You tuck yourself behind the closest column as a voice follows.

“Little mouse…” the taunting call flows away from you, easing but not quelling your horror. It is another who will suffer Loki’s desires.

You hear the mud suck and lurch away from the stone plank. You quickly scramble up to your feet and race away from the noise. Rain coats your face, an endless downpour and you swipe it away as the wet linen weighs you down, trying to see through the pellets streaming all around you.

A tremulous crack of thunder crashes down and the earth seems to shift as you trip and somersault in the slick dirt. You hit the stone and roll flat to your back, breathless and disoriented, staring up into the surging storm.

The mud slaps beside your head and two feet come up on either side. You let out a mewl as a figure stands over you and laughs, his deep laughter rolling into the thunder, almost identical. You shield yourself as he bends over you and he bats away your hands. His long fingers stretch over your neck and he forces you up, twisting you around to face him as your feet slide into the earth.

“There you are, little one,” he turns and pins you to the stone, “I was looking for you.”

You know him; Thor. The Son of the Storm. 

Your hand taps his helplessly and you try to push a finger between his, “not me, please. My family–”

“Will be blessed to have a daughter chosen,” he taunts as he looms over you, “it is not the others I have longed for. No, it is the quiet maiden in her garden that harkens the storm.”

You squirm and wrap a hand around his thick wrist. He wears only a red loincloth, his skin weeping with the rain as he stands unaffected in the cold shower. His thick muscles add to his inhuman size and you feel the strength in his grip as you fail to peel away his grasp.

“I am afraid,” you say, though you don’t know why.

“You are chosen,” he pushes his hand up, forcing you to tilt your head against the pillar.

You whimper and drop your hands to brace the stone. His other hand hooks over the top of your dress and he tears through it easily, jerking you until the linen falls down your arms before pooling at your feet, leaving you naked and shivering. You close your eyes as your tears leak out, their heat burning against the ice cold droplets of rain.

“You are a worthy vessel,” he cups your breast as your nipple pokes out frigidly, he rubs his thumb over it with a purr, “so responsive… so precious…” his hand crawls across your chest and he gropes the other side, “so innocent.”

“Please,” you croak futilely. 

You know there is no escape, that this is your fate, as your heart clenches in crushed hope. He hushes you as he traces a thick finger between your breasts and down your belly. He stops and pushes his palm to your soft flesh.

“You will thank me when you are round with my child,” he snarls as he leans in, his thumb poking painfully behind your jaw as he keeps hold of your throat. “You will know then how you’ve been blessed and will be me to do so again.”

You heave, the panic swelling and flowing over as you begin to sob. His fingertips brush your pelvis and along your hip, down your thigh as he hunches over you. He grabs the back of your leg and bends it, lifting you so that your back scratches against the cold stone. 

Your other leg dangles and you are forced to wrap it around him as the strain grows too much. He slowly slips his hand from your neck, taking his time to fondle you again. You turn your head away as he raises you higher, grazing your belly with low hum, and following the line of your pelvis.

He dips between your folds, his rough fingertip sending a spark through your clit so you gasp. He delves deeper, a wetness you didn’t feel before greeting his warm touch. You whine as he traces along your entrance, pulling his finger back and forth. You quiver and gulp, horrified at your own body.

He drags his thumb over your bud again, rubbing you firmly as your muscles draw tight and your core coils. He teases you until you writhe and arch against the stone. He purrs as he watches you, your lashes parting as his silhouette lurks behind them.

“You are ready for me, little one,” he rasps as he rescinds his hand, reaching beneath his cloth, “yes, as ready as an innocent one can be.” 

His tip brushes the bottom of your thigh and you wince. He prods along your cunt and spreads your slickness over the swollen head. He spreads you with two fingers, catching himself between them as he steadies you.

He enters you, just an inch as you cry out. He lets you sink lower and you bend your arms back to claw the stone against your shoulders. He hushes you again as he stretches you around his great length.

“Little one, be calm, it will be easier,” he coos, “yes, yes, you must let your body welcome me.”

He shifts his hips and your walls strain achingly. You shudder as he brings his hand to your chin, cupping it as he forces your head up. Your vision is hazy with tears as his glow and unnatural blue. Your horror compounds as you gape, his muscles limned in the inhuman hue.

“How I’ve watched you,” he snarls as he sinks deeper, “how you bend over to tend the bulbs. I’ve dreamt of the sight of you, growing with my seed as those in your garden flourish beneath your love.”

He sighs as he impales you wholly and your body throbs as if you will break in half. You feel him in your belly as your thighs clench around him. You whimper and clasp onto his shoulder, trying to ease the pressure in your core.

He slides out to his tip, the emptiness both painful and a relief. He thrusts back in and your nails dig into the round muscle of his shoulder as you holler. He does it again, harder and your voice rises louder than before. Again, again, again, until you’re babbling in agony.

He runs his thumb up your chin as he holds your lolling head and presses against your bottom lip. Your eyes roll back as tears overflow and you choke on the pain, his body chafing wetly against yours as he ruts. The slick rhythm of his flesh and yours invades your reality, dampening the flash and crash of the storm swirling madly over you.

“You’re doing well, little one,” he grunts as his pelvis slams into yours and he bends an arm beneath your knee, pulling your leg higher as he pushes even deeper. “Yes, so good, you feel it, yes…”

He lets your head droop to the side as his fingers retreat down your skin, drawing a line through the rain that sheaths your figure. He slides his hand down between your torso and along your pelvis. He feels around until he finds your bud and holds firmly against it. 

The tendons in his neck draw tight and the eerie blue tint gleams like lightning in his veins. A sudden bolt of electricity ripples into you and has you moaning and spasming around him. The pleasure pours over you, strangling you mute. You shake as you crest the peak and tumble down the other side, senseless and completely surrender.

“Oh, yes, little one, his lips tickle your forehead as his breath cascades over you, “you are the perfect vessel.”

[nicoappreciation]

thots on tsats

okay this is gonna be very long and extremely rambly and not very planned out ok? ok. spoilers under the cut

FINE. I LIKED IT. WHATEVER. hit me with a car.

obviously there were parts of it that i didn't like. obviously there were moments that i felt were out of character. nevertheless, i had a lot of fucking fun while reading it. i love nico and overall i'd say i'm happy with where the story leaves him. yes, this book's existence is extremely unnecessary. but i appreciate it for what it is.

okay let's get the main things i didn't like out of the way:

nico would NOT know who lil nas x is. also why was the montero music video mentioned in a book for middle schoolers.

i understand the role that nyx is meant to play in the story and the message of it but idk i kinda wish they did her character a bit differently. she really reminded me of white diamond from steven universe i'm so sorry.

speaking of nyx that WHOOOLE weird "our children" thing with nico and the cacodemons. that made me very uncomfortable.

last nyx complaint the final confrontation with her ended pretty anticlimactically. kinda like with gaea, it felt like the way to defeat her was a little too simple. but y'know i haven't really been satisfied by a final battle since tlo so. that's just how it is.

it felt like will was kiiiiinda useless for a lot of it. obviously he was important for the story but i wish they had let him do some more cool stuff besides occasionally shooting some light lasers. i get he's a healer but why didn't he bring a WEAPON??? like at the very least he could have had a bow or a knife. y'know we haven't really had a character who uses a blunt force weapon as their main one besides hedge. i would've liked to see will with just a baseball bat or something LMAO.

kind of an add-on to the last one i think that will was nerfed wayyy too much. it makes sense that the underworld would weaken him, but it sometimes felt like they were stopping every five minutes to let him rest. we've seen before that he's quite strong and athletic, i just feel like he should've had a bit more stamina.

there were a few dialogue moments that sounded like they came from some extremely online gay teenager and not nico and will. "bisexual chaos" haunts me. he would not fucking say that.

NO HAZEL APPEARANCE and NO REYNA MENTION. this is the worst one.

i feel like tartarus should've been more physically dangerous. like they fought some monsters here and there and the terrain was hard to navigate but most of the dangers that they dealt with were more mental/emotional. you could argue that we got the physical danger from percy and annabeth's journey so that's why this one focuses more on the mental danger and i could see why you'd think that. but idk sometimes it felt like it was a little toooo easy y'know.

there were some parts of the backstories and flashbacks that were inconsistent with the previous books, like nico saying he spent weeks at camp half blood when he first arrived when he was actually there for only one. but continuity errors are just par for the course with these books at this point so it honestly doesn't bother me too much. we make our own canon.

i'm not a fan of the name cocoa puffs. i feel like they could've come up with something better.

i'm sure there are more that i'm forgetting, but those are my main gripes. okay now onto the things that i liked!!!!

the book was fun. it was just fun. there were some jokes that i genuinely laughed at and there weren't really any points that felt like a slog to read through. i was pretty consistently entertained the whole time.

WILL AND NICO WERE CUTE OKAY. THEY WERE CUTE. maybe this is just 12-year-old me talking but i sincerely found their relationship very sweet. it's abundantly clear how much they both care about each other and what they're willing to do to protect each other. they mean a lot to me okay.

i want to specifically draw attention to the part where it was revealed that nico gave will his skull ring and now he wears it on a necklace. absolutely devastated me. changed my life. people died. in a good way.

I LOVEDDDD the tension and conflict that will and nico had between them for most of the book. it made their relationship so much more believable to me! they haven't even been together for a year! they're complete opposites! they had very different upbringings! they're in an INCREDIBLY STRESSFUL AND DANGEROUS SITUATION in an environment that is literally designed to dig up their biggest frustrations and insecurities! they're going to clash and have fights and have very different worldviews that they need to work through. that doesn't make them a bad couple like i've seen some people say. tell me you've never had a loved one say something hurtful or ignorant to you. tell me you've never said something hurtful or ignorant to a loved one. you can't! because you have! but if you love each other you talk about it and work through it and try your best to understand each other!!!!!!

adding to the last one i like how the conflict got resolved by will realizing he needs to put in more effort to understand nico and nico realizing he needs to open up more to allow will to understand him. open and honest communication and a willingness to be vulnerable babey!!! if you want to be loved you have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known!!!!!!!

I LOVED. THE DREAM SEQUENCES. they all went so hard. some of them were downright disturbing. good shit.

even if they had some continuity errors, i enjoyed the flashback scenes and the backstories. we got quite a lot more than i thought we would. i was not expecting to see the entirety of nico's first journey through tartarus. it hurt me a lot.

i think it's cute they're making it canon that nico and will knew of each other since pjo. they were in each other's orbit before they even knew it. it actually got me thinking about some of my own relationships. i have a friend i knew back when i was 4 who i completely forgot about for years, only for us to reconnect by chance when we were 12 and be best friends ever since. i have a friend who was a vague acquaintance of mine for years, but then one day we somehow started talking more and now they're one of the closest friends i've ever had. idk. something about meeting someone once at the wrong time and then again at the right one.

nico was very cool. he was also a massive dweeb. he can do both. i love him.

i like the cacodemons as a very literal metaphor for learning to live with your trauma and the "worst" parts of yourself. celeste vibes dare i say. also nico just has a bunch of lil guys following him around now and i think that's neat.

fuck man. i like seeing nico be happy. i like seeing him in a happy relationship with someone he loves and who loves him just as much. i like that he's still learning to let go of his grief and move on. i like that he's hopeful at the end of the book that he can actually find happiness. he's always been one of the most tragic characters in the pjo-verse and it's so nice to see him just being HAPPY.

despite how hard to believe it was i did really like the little dream scene with the whole di angelo family. nico got to talk to bianca and maria one last time, he got to hug his dad, he finally got to rest for a bit. it was very cathartic and i maybe cried.

this book's message was very clearly for young queer kids who don't have everything figured out yet. you're allowed to change. you don't have to always be one thing. your past doesn't define you. you can find love. you can have hope. no matter how badly written you believe the story is, no matter how inconsistent you believe the characterization is, it's hard to deny how important these messages are and how badly some kids need to hear them. if the book has one redeeming quality, it's this.

so. yeah. i liked it. i had a good time. there's more that i could say but i would honestly just end up adding onto this forever. people who don't like the book have plenty of valid reasons to feel that way, even if i may not agree with some of them. at the end of the day, this story and these characters are not real. please be nice to each other and try not to take things too seriously. we're all just a bunch of late teens and young adults reading a book series for middle schoolers, and i think that's beautiful. thank you for reading if you actually made it this far, i know it was a lot. peace and love on planet earth.

[ozrockbitway]

Happy Monstober Month! 🎃 🐺 👑 🎃 📱📜🎃

Got any spooky thoughts or headcanons you'd be willing to share with us?! 👻

>sees monstober

my brain, instantly: oh you mean dragons???

okay dragons aren't that spooky though (I'm biased <3) but!! I guess some spookier thoughts would be vampires?? I remembered this animation existing recently. I always forget/remember it but now I got vampire THOTS!! also been thinking about Nagas lately for whatever reason?? snek boys...

I don't really have headcanons atm my mind is too filled with the fact we're getting Glorious Masquerade in twst soon...no thoughts head empty only twink Frollo

but umm!!! werewolf!Jack and vampire!Vil seem neat!! One day I might do it...I think Vil wouldn't be that type of vampire who hates werewolves but he'd be so nitpicky about their fur lol helps Jack look nicer despite the fact he shouldn't?? He'd also be a very OP vampire...

[sebsxphia]

Also, imagine either or both of you running your hands through each other's hair and massaging each other's scalp while reading together with Finn! We know he loves to bury his hand in hair, so...

The moaning he'd let out...

Maybe the books get abandoned soon... No one minds.

But even if you do keep to just reading books, it is an added comfort for you both, something to let you know that even though you are both wrapped up in different worlds, you are there with each other. Neither of you are lonely. Both of you are loved.

-💚

omg my beloved anon-

sometimes i forget that video exists, but then i remember

and i loose it

finn loves to bury his hand in your hair. he loves to have a hold on you and hear your sweet moans when he tugs on it, or scratches it in that particular way. it goes the exact same for you and his hair. it’s both a comfort and ninety nine percent of the time leads to sex, but who’s complaining!

thank you so much for this wonderful thot my beloved anon! 💌

[etherealyoungk]

more SOFT SVT THOTS

🫧 Jihoon's love was subtle, in tiny quiet gestures that made your heart overflow with admiration. He knows your fidgeting habits increase in times of stress and anxiety, so now he keeps a pack of gum in his pocket whenever you're around because you mentioned that chewing gum helps. He also brings you new flavors to try, even tried the sour ones to see you laugh at his squirmy face. He knows you can't sleep with your feet cold, so he always keeps a pair of fluffy wool socks with the most atrocious patterns, just in case you needed extra warmth.

🫧 Joshua had heard you slam the door of the closet shut loudly after a long busy day. You were already in pain, period cramps had spread to your entire lower body, and with work demanding you keep on your feet all the time, you were ready to just dive into bed and forget the world exists. But you needed to iron your clothes for the next day, and wash out the lunch box you had haphazardly packed, never mind your shoes that were greased with mud and dirt from running in the rain. It was too much, everything was too much, so you decided to screw the world and head to sleep. When the edges of dawn rose with you the next day, Joshua was soundly asleep by your side, and his serenity calmed your heart a bit, but what made you almost tear up in gratitude was the ironed suit hanging on the door, the cleaned shoes tucked neatly with socks on the side, and a full lunchbox in the fridge with a note, "you can count on me when things get rough."

eboni oh my god these made my heart all mush. especially shua's i legit teared up because i really needed that <3 thank you so much for sending these in ily mwahh <33 like shua's one hit home for me im gonna cry that was really sweet and soft :( i love your writing so much!

im coming to spam your inbox too soon...

[thissliceofnonsense]

Originally a Land of the Fallen Fairies blog, with the occasional rottmnt. This has evloved into 'rottmnt superfan makes an AU and 100+ posts with three followers (one of them being my sibling) and goes insane. /pos.

(the old stuff is still here btw)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles AU.

Is this show the best thing to ever exist? Yes. Did the fandom make it even better? Also yes.

Can I try combining the two? Here's hoping.

This AU consist of - the older sisters, Mikey getting more 'episodes', Donnie getting validation + being besties with Baron Draxum and so on and so forth.

If the links don't work, try this post

Concept post

Backstory ramblings

Frida, daughter of Big Mama and the eldest turtle.

More Frida, and Louise - the one trapped in another dimension.

Basically a bookmark for Donnie reference

Frida's upbringing.

Louise, the god-child of the other dimension

Louise plays with old Kraang mechs

Leo meets Frida

Louise has her own fashion show. (ft- old Kraang mechs)

Frida and Donnie hack the government

Legalize Nuclear Bombs trio

Louise

Frida fights with Leo

Louise gets a glow up

'I understand you, little brother'

Baron Draxum raised Louise

Frida meets Louise. ft: turtle tots

Donnie headcannons

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Show Notes.

As a rottmnt superfan, I think it's very shameful I have not actually watched the full series. I have been trying to get myself to watch all of it for literal months, and I will finally start now.

To keep my motivation to actually watch my favorite show (wow) I will be writing down little things I like/notice/one sentence summary of each episode.

Plus I want to do the AU with the events of the show but a "little to the left" including the missing sisters, Mikey getting his deleted episodes back, ideas that couldn't be used because the show was cancelled, fandom ideas, etc. etc.

AND this is also doubling as info from each episode, so that way I don't forget anything important.

(Like I forgot Heuso existed. Who does that?)

Mystic Mayhem

Mystic Mayhem Donnie notes.

The Land of the Fallen Fairies.

A story about some non-humans with no human contact and is as far from reality as possible.

A story told in captions and multimedia that is meant to be my comfort story. It's about a unreliable narrator that is so in faer head that the actual plot happens in the background. Literal civilizations are dying and faer guardian may be destined to kill faer, but Anuli has something more to think about. Fae can't stay happy or go for too long without making a mistake that ends up hurting everyone else, so fae uses faer hyper fixation to fix faer overthinking and general incompetence. After all, if Anuli isn't the antagonist anymore, fae will get a happy ending, right? That's the hope anyways, that one day fae will be someone that will put the other's care to good use instead of wasting it.

General tag

Anuli's thots

Blurb

fiddle leaf figs

"I have a tree?"

Meet Anuli, your resident tree-less dryad. (The others are baffled, how can a tree fairy not have a tree?) Fae is story obsessed, and constantly overthinking, to the point where reality is just something fae has to deal with from time to time... and it's getting really unpleasant actually. Why does everything Anuli tries either fall apart or go well but... not really be the thing that gets fixes what fae messed up. If only fae could live in a constant daydream-

oh. Bad idea.

milanote - where most of the info is

The Mundane Magic series

Based off a tumblr post, here's a story about having control about what your mundane magic.

Part one - the concept

Part two - character prose

[lightningandfireinmybones]

oof okay listen, i felt like in order to best understand the latest chapter I should go back and re-read ch.6 as well. i'm glad i did!

now I was originally going to comment my thots on ch.7 but as you will see it all got derailed so.. this is a love letter to my bad bitch Val Vel.

(i'll be back for Aemond cause bestie that last chapter was a huge one)

i'm adding a read more although since this is an ask idk if it will work <3

Her best friend, her most assertive protector, and she had been unforgivably absent to him for years. Running away from demons that were part of her.

yeah... ouch Val babe! And it's well established that she's not feeling that way only about Grey Ghost, or her brother, or even Aemond. It's her entire family, her complete support network that she feels like she has let down by leaving (in her mind abandoning) and now that she is back (let's not forget the circumstances of her return; under preassure from Daemon and emotional distress over Rhaenyra's health, after a life threatening situation which was half inability to care about herself and half ectively putting herself in danger) she still feels like she cannot "Do the Right thing" to not hurt her loved ones, not be a nuisance, not cause them any more grief.

the other parts of her, the ones she’d let down repeatedly.

and that's the fucking worst! if she were self assured she might have been able- better eqiupped- to handle all that stress and most importantly, find healthier ways to deal with her trauma and guilt. But now her tattered self confidence is just a mean companion. She can be self assured and make decisions for herself but she will be left in the wake of things feeling like she messed up, like she made a stupid choice (she often does). it will only feed her self hatred and fuel her self destructive/ self harming tendencies.

baby Val... ilysm. and i like to remind myself that val isnt just a person who happens to do drugs. Instead, she is struggling with substance abuse. She is experiencing the symptoms of her horrible mental state.

She’s not nearly numb enough, the lure of oblivion strong, but she pushes through. 

The walls are up, she’s unfortunately sober, and she wants to escape. She wants to stop feeling like an unwanted failure.

also there's something so interesting about the way she interacts with Dalton. i think i love it because there are no expectations there from either side. she can just call him, give no explanation, not bother with niceties and small talk and just "order" him to service her in some way and he does. i think her relationship with him is in its own way the most freeing one she has atm? the most open?

there is no emotional baggage, it's clear to them both what it is, and let's not act surprised, he is also enabling her in her Sad Slay Era. the open acess to drugs, to sex, to that exact type of physical only affection that is enough to drown out everything else while simultaneously look nothing like the deeper, emotional bond and (im never beating the romantic accusations) love they shared with Aemond.

Dalton is cool, a fine mist, a spring day with a bit of heat. He is easy, a Sunday morning in, all easy confidence and cocky smiles.

Dalton is uncomplicated and looks, acts, talks, exists completely unlike Aemond. ofc she's calling him up.

[...] Each brush of his tongue, each nip of his teeth is pleasant, but not exhilarating.

bet. i love how every thing she does to dalton is somehow mirrored in a reverse order in her memories. like she does to him what was done to her. as a way to return to those moments safely while not being in the physical position to be reminded of aemond? since they were opposites maybe the way to distance herself from what she felt with him is to act like him? idk idk... there's sth too important hapenning here and im too dumb to put it into words but bestie you slayed!

The flashbacks Val has are devastating and i hate you for them!

“You don’t give me orders,” Aemond growls, slamming her back into the wall. “I am in control here, Valaena. Never forget that.”

which is ofc followed by a "show of dominance" from Val. baby girl... intrusive thoughts are H A R D to deal with.

Maybe Im talking out of my ass but!

in her past Aemond had been controlling and assertive and dominant and whichever other synonym we can use BUT it was in a way that she explicitly enjoyed. It was a known, well established thing between them and was safe for her to explore with him.

I feel like once you drop the chapter where we see precicely what happened between them it will all make sense and just click together so nicely.

because im getting the vibes (i may be way off here) that the issue was that due to their shared trauma and childhood together, and since they clearly loved each other, as well as being each other's first AND a family member on top of that AND a safe haven from everything going on in their lives AND SINCE Val was well aware of Aemond's struggles what with his father and whatnot, she -at some point- / -probably due to aemond pushing too hard- started feeling a tad unsafe by this. or even better, insecure.

let's go with Insecure actually. because i feel like at some point the balance they had established, how they were equals in their relationship kinda shifted in a way? maybe she felt like her choice was being taken away ? (especially if aemond does end up pushing about free sex and tries to explore his breeding kink). Poor Val is scared of pregnancies and also they are extremely young!

so perhaps she made herself feel guilty for not being able to cater to precicely every need aemond had, especially when it felt good to do so, when it was pleasurable for her and worked as a bonding thing for them. that and the fact that it probably was legitimately sth that she did not fully vibe with at her age, it made her feel guilty and bad for not being able to set that boundary since to an extent it probably felt like a betrayal to Aemond??

and to actually leave him? go away for years? while knowing that she loves him and wants to be with him except for something that we dont yet know having happened between them. it was an extreme choice maybe? we have yet to find out. But whatever it may be it was definitely a hard decision and definitely cost her a lot but seemed as the best choice at the time.

but now she has to deal with the hurt and damage that choice left her with and bestie she's not doing okay!

“I think I like this assertive side of you,”

and val immediately thinks of her "sin" against aemond. how in the past this assertiveness has backfired and was used by her to betray and hurt him and in her words "fuck him over"

Baby you are unwell! it's okay. take deep breaths!

[...] like no more than an errant task to check off his to-do list. He said he’d always want her, but who would want her, the way she was?  Always telling her what she wanted to hear.

yes yes.. I'm a burden. I'm a bad person. Nobody loves me. They are only lying to placate me.

OOOOOFFFFFF. hard to return from that imma tell you that much

“Is this what you want, Valaena? You want me to control everything, down to the air you’re breathing?” Aemond whispers, searching her face. “Yes,” she chokes out, the word hanging in the air between them like a curse or a vow.

no i am normal about this. my felling are quite "meh" about those lines i dont understand what you're talking about. coudn't care less if i tried honestly.

curse or vow. Quite the choice of words. Quite the contradicting meanings. it's almost like someone who say it both ways and felt strongly about both those words would have a bad time trying to rationalise it in their mind and deal with the emotional side of it.

(I HATE YOU BESTIE WHY MUST YOU BE AN AUTHOR WHO USES WORDS THAT MAKE ME F E E L T H I N G S!!!)

[...] he’d no doubt leave her after realizing she wasn’t coming back. 

Hm... are thoughts of abandonment something you deal with regularly miss?

also aemond looked hot on the stairs.. no smartsy comment. just that he looked hot. thank you for your service ma'am

Shame, a different kind than had diffused her this morning, warms her cheeks. Criston had called ahead while she’d been waiting in the car. Now her brother could be disappointed in her too. 

i am mentally well. i am again normal about this.

[...] You’re a fucking disaster, Valaena.” “You think I don’t know that?” She says indignantly. 

“You think I don’t know that?”

Dread surges through her. She can imagine it: her mother’s contrived tears, Daemon’s white knuckled grip, the disappointment on both of their faces. She can see a news headline, something about the party princess, another round of infamy for their family.

“Don’t tell them.” [...] The humiliation she brings on herself never stops. 

she needs help yes. when you're feeling this badly about yourself that you see yourself as a disaster, a sidappointment, someone who only hurts, harms, lets down, puts in danger their loved ones, when you feel like it cannot possibly get any better it can't stop (and usually one feels that way about themselves way before anyone else notices) hearing someone out of concern say it aloud, put it into words, call you out on it feels only as a confirmation of what you already knew.

yes dread, yes humiliation. now that they see her as she truly is surely they will hate her as much as she hates herself and since she is solely a burden they will let her go.

Val my most beloved! <3 <3 <3

A sunny smile on her face, Valaena ends the Facetime, throws her phone on the counter, and proceeds with her skincare routine, finally satisfied.

Finally satisfied, after taking back control. ilhsm! perfect way to end this chapter bestie, truly as always a work of art!!

bestie this is such a thorough analysis i honestly cannot being to express my gratitude that you spent this kind of time on my brain rot bc you are SHOWING OFF THAT GRAD SCHOOL MIND, thesis level work thank u

this chapter was really supposed to send valaena to rock bottom and have a series of painful realizations,,, can't fix what you don't want to admit is broken:')

and yes dalton and valaena are written that way because dalton is both enabler and symptom relief, a little bit of a stress ball where valaena can work out her feelings with no expectations

and BESTIE i cannot wait for you to read the chapters of their last interactions, i have to know your thoughts on it when we get there lmaooo

and thank you bestie, i'll be honest, the curse or vow line was one i was v proud of so i'm glad it landed right lmfao, i like this idea of the heaven/hell, only two absolutes possible for aemond and valaena, and curse (a haunting, a loss, a feeling of fear) or vow (a promise, a light, a reason to be) is what they could be to each other, in every situation

this chapter was brought to you by the soul-crushing song "the archer" by taylor swift, where we get to explore terrifying self-hatred and doubt, applied liberally to our girl valaena

valaena is not easy to satisfy, double entendre intended, so i wanted to give her at least one win this chapter lmfao

but pls thank you for this!!! these anaylsis and long comments are honestly so meaningful and motivations, they make me feel like a real author:')v v grateful, thank you bestie

SALIVATING for your thoughts on the aemond chapter omg i could read your analysis on anything