#i really love how this piece came out because it feels like. self-explanatory

[shivroy]

roy kids with underpants on their heads

[solar-wing]

⚣ Jason Todd: NSFW Alphabet 🔴

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man can go from rough and hard to soft and gentle in literal seconds. It’s like watching someone come out of a trance or possession. He’ll clean you up with a fresh rag and make sure you’re comfortable, especially if you’re sore (you’ll most definitely be). He’s clingy though.

You won’t get anywhere without him right beside you. And he won’t say it, but he loves it when you try to take care of him too. Jason is dominant and prefers to be in control, but that man is as needy as a newborn baby, and it gets 10x worse after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jason’s relationship with his body is difficult, but, if we’re talking about one where he’s healed, maybe been to therapy, and (slightly) moved on from his trauma, he probably favors his arms, chest, and hands. Jason prefers strength overlooking aesthetically fit, and he kind of always looks like he’s bulking but it's defined somehow. And because that adds to his overall size and level of intimidation, he loves working on those specific groups to increase them so he can in turn use them to intimidate people, especially those who try to flirt with you in front of him.

Now, on the other end, Jason is 100% an ass man. You can not change my mind. He loves you wearing any kind of tight or fitting material that molds to the shape of your butt and just being able to oogle and smack it when he wants. And smack it he does. Dude has the equivalent of 100 cheese necks in one palm and you feel it every time he lands one on your ass. 

Bonus points if you have thick thighs that jiggle when you walk. He’ll be paying extra special attention to those, especially if you’re wearing any kind of short shorts or fitted athletic wear. He also has a slight obsession or fascination with your neck. Whether in the act or just chilling, his hands will somehow find their way to your neck whether it’s a gentle caress or a firm grip. And if he’s feeling a little possessive or riled up in the moment (which is frequent) it’s his favorite place to mark, and if you try to cover them up, it’s more motivation for him to leave even bigger ones. He likes it when people can tell and see that you belong to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

More of an oozer than a shooter unless he’s been holding a load in for a while. And his loads are thick. He may not shoot far but he’ll definitely give you enough to fill the bottom of a glass. 

Also, no questions asked, he’s coming inside you. You just have to choose if it’s going to be your mouth or ass. Don’t ask, it’s a territorial thing with him. The thought of you walking around and greeting people while his babies are lodged deep inside your ass or fresh down your esophagus does wonders for his pride.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you’re not around and he’s really horny, he’ll masturbate with a piece of your clothing. Sometimes, he’ll also call you in the middle of it and won’t tell you just so he can hear your voice while edging himself to completion.

He also will purposely start arguments with you so you can have a reason to have angry make-up sex later.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Some small experiences before he died, and little hookups here and there when he came back and was somewhat in a good place with Bruce and himself. That being said, he gets most of his experience from his relationship with you. He quickly learns what he does like and what he doesn’t, and makes it known to you immediately. 

He also may or may not go to Dick for advice or tips on how to improve. Going to Bruce is out of the question. And not just because that’s still technically his dad.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy for one. It’s something about him grabbing you by your hair or even better, around your neck and forcing your body against his while he pounds into you from behind. He gets an exhilarating high from having you at his mercy and you surrendering yourself to him.

He also does favor missionary if he’s in a slightly more tender mood. But, If he’s feeling jealous or pissed off about something, he’s putting you up against a wall or in a corner with his hands around your neck and ramming you like there’s no tomorrow. Your legs will not be functioning for 24 hours.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tends to be more serious in the moment. When he’s in the mood, he’s fully in it. Especially if he needs to get his frustrations out. However, the sound of you moaning and screaming his name will definitely bring a smug grin to his face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself adequately groomed. May grow some facial hair and have a little bush down there along with a happy trail but he’s good about keeping it neat and clean. And, if you want him to, he’ll shave it all, no questions needed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This he struggles with at times. It’s something he wasn’t given much of (especially with Bruce) so he doesn’t really know how to act when in those moments and he tends to get really uncomfortable, especially if it’s a particularly vulnerable moment for him. As far as during sex, he’s definitely on the more rough and brutish side, but he’ll always do his best to check on you.

It’s something he’s getting better at though. Even in moments without sex where you two are just lounging and sitting together, he’s good at reading you and knowing what you want or how to make you happy with small gestures and actions. He just wants to make sure you’re happy and that you feel loved (and that you belong to him and only him).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mentioned with dirty secrets. Really only does it when you’re not around. He’ll rarely do it just for the heck of it. He prefers getting his pleasure from pleasing and fucking (owning) you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance/Submission (Power Play) - Jason has had many things happen to him that he didn’t want or couldn’t control. It’s basically what influences this kink more than others. You submitting to Jason, letting him lead and have full control in sex and even in domestic scenarios creates a very satisfying and pleasurable feeling inside him. It also serves as reassurance for him, knowing that you fully trust him to the point where you basically surrender yourself to him. Getting back to more dirty things, this kink can include other aspects such as orgasm denial, bondage (on you), and verbal affirmation of your submission (dirty talk).

Choking (giving only) - This plays into the dominant/submission kink as well. It’s a rush from the feeling of control he has over whether you get to breathe or not while pounding your brains out. But, he’ll never go too far and he hopes you know that. However, he’s not at all okay with it being done to him. He does not like his neck being touched at all for that matter. Call it PTSD from his time with Joker and other things that have happened to him in the past, so it’s a big no-no. Although, with time and him getting more comfortable in the relationship, if he gives you a clear consenting sign that he’s okay with it, he’ll allow a gentle caress and rub down his neck, but only from you. Anyone else who tries to touch him on his neck risks several broken limbs.

Mirror Sex - A key part of his possessive nature toward you. He loves seeing himself fuck into you and even more, his ego gets a big boost from seeing you turn into an erotic mess while he’s inside you.

Size Difference - The fact that Jason can pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll, dwarfs you in size, or that his clothes (even if you’re tall and broad) can look three sizes too big on you is a major turn-on for him. He won’t say it, but he likes the idea of someone smaller than him that he can protect.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Weird enough, the thought comes to mind that Jason has a weird obsession with having sex with you in tight spaces. Mainly, places like the shower or the car. It ties a bit into his power and size kink. Something about the size of his body towering over you in a small space riles him up like no other. It’s the feeling or sensation that he’s got you cornered that drives that feeling. Kind of like an outlet for him to deal with his trauma of when he was actually trapped/cornered.

Also, he has it in his mind that whenever you move in together, he has to fuck you on every single available surface in your place. Christening your home with your love is how he likes to think of it. Plus, he gets a nasty kick out of when guests are over, imagining in his mind that they’re sitting in places where he had you crying out and cumming on his dick multiple times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

#1:Jealousy & Possessiveness – The idea of you finding anyone else attractive, let alone giving them your attention which is only supposed to be reserved for him, he’ll be quick to snatch you into the nearest closet or bathroom to remind you who you belong to. And it doesn’t matter who it is besides your parents or his family. It could be the barista at the cafe, a random guy who gave you a friendly nod, or god forbid, an old classmate or co-worker you happened to bump into on the street. Jason is a selfish & protective little fucker who doesn’t even want to consider the idea of someone else thinking they can have what’s only for him.

#2: Clothes – Please, exercise caution when picking your outfit for any particular event. Jason’s never gonna tell you what you can’t wear, but keep in mind that again, he’s a selfish and protective little fucker who has the sex drive of a large animal. Wearing anything even slightly tight or a bit showy for his taste can and will land you in many situations where Jason has pulled you aside somewhere quiet and private to have at your body. And don’t let him catch others ogling your outfit or even giving you the slightest compliment or all hell is breaking loose. Not to say he doesn’t like it, he loves it. But, you’re for his eyes only. Now, if it’s his clothes you’re wearing out, please be aware that at some point, you may be buying him a new shirt/hoodie cause he’s about to rip it off you.

#3: Arguing – Something in that man thrives on chaos, and when you and he are going at it, he can’t help but get hard. And again, hot, angry makeup sex. Duh…

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will not do any form of rape/forced play, including machoism and sadism. His vigilante life and past trauma already left a deep scar on him and anything that resembles that can and will trigger him. Plus, he knows he’s way stronger and doesn’t want to even take the risk of hurting you in any way.

Unless we’re talking Arkham Jason. That’s a completely different story.

He would clear it with you first that you’re okay with bondage and choking, but he doesn’t want it performed on him, especially the choking, as we’re already aware that he’s very sensitive about his neck.

Any extreme BDSM kinks like piss play or fisting is also a major turn-off for him. Exhibitionism is a straight-up no. Jason would rather drink from the Lazarus pit than have anyone looking at you in a state that he’s only allowed to see you in. Don’t even attempt to pitch the idea of a threesome or foursome or just any suggestion of bringing someone else in on your fun. It will turn into a major argument and not a good one that ends in happy fun.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Inexperienced but picks it up quickly and learns what gets more of a reaction from you. He’s a fast learner and loves it when he’s able to drive you over the edge with his mouth alone. Also, if we’re talking about eating out, he’ll happily do it till the sun turns blue. There’s something about tasting you on his tongue that just really gets him riled up.

But, if we’re talking dick-sucking, definitely prefers receiving over giving. Jason finds it extremely hot seeing you go up and down on him with your mouth, especially when he grabs your hair or head and starts to force your head up and down or starts thrusting in your mouth. He loves seeing you slobber and choke all over him. And if you look up and give him a teary-eyed but submissive look, game over (in a good way).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely fast and rough. And if it’s not, you can bet he’s delivering some powerful strokes that will have you squeezing and clenching your legs all around him. Plus, he notices the harder he goes, the more you squeeze yourself against him while pressing your nails into his back and biting at his skin, trying to silence your loud moans and cries. Though, it’s probably not the best idea because he’ll just go even harder to force those noises out of you. And, those are marks and scars he will PROUDLY wear.

It takes him time (if you even decide at all that you want him to) to learn how to move at a softer, slower, and more sensual pace. But, if it’s something you truly desire, he’ll work on it and do everything he can to make you happy. But, that doesn’t mean rough sex goes away. It actually makes it even more hot, especially when Jason is in one of his moods.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not opposed to them. But, Jason likes to take his time with you. He doesn’t like to rush and hates the idea of feeling as if someone is going to interrupt him. No one should intrude upon your special time with each other. God bless (and protect) the unlucky souls that do.

But, if he’s really in the mood and he can’t get you to an ideal private place in a fast enough time, he’s not above pulling you into the nearest dark room or corner to get down and dirty, especially if he’s feeling a little territorial because someone decided they wanted to be brave stupid and hit on you. He’s more than happy to remind you who you’re in a relationship with. Or if you’re not in a relationship, then just who’s fucking you every single night, plain and simple. Either way, quickies to him are basically just his versions of reminders to you for what happens when he gets a bit jealous.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You’d have to move at a snail’s pace with him if you want to introduce something new to your routine. If it’s something small, then he may go ahead and give in to it, but Jason craves consistency and normalcy, and that includes sex. Asking him to try something new can hit a sore spot cause it may seem like what you two are doing now isn’t enough for you anymore.

But, if you reassure him it’s not that, and just slowly introduce the idea to him, (double points if he likes it off the start) then you’re definitely in for a treat. For you, and you only, he is willing to step out of his comfort zone, as long as it’s not too crazy or on his no-no list.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on his mood and what prompted the sex. He could go for one round or two if he’s just feeling a little feral and wants a piece of you. If it’s a jealous or angry fit after an argument, you might wanna cancel any plans after, cause he’s certainly not letting you leave the bed, the house, or wherever you are until your legs are basically useless.

The same thing goes for the duration of a round, especially if you’ve got the good good (hehe). If you’re really giving it to him. Mans may be lucky to make it past 10 minutes, but that’s not too bad. It means he can cuddle you, or you cuddle him. Either way, cuddles are non-negotiable after a round. But, if you two just got done hashing it out over something or you decided to poke one too many of his buttons, he’s dragging it out as long as he can. This means exiting out of you whenever he feels like he’s getting too close, and denying you your own orgasm as well (that damn control factor strikes again).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jason doesn’t own any toys and never really had an interest in them. It’s not something he’d really get into on his own and only would experiment with them if you asked. The most he’s got is handcuffs or rope he’d use for bondage but that’s as far as he would take it.

If you were to use toys, he’d definitely prefer him using them on you unless there was something else specific involved that didn’t cross one of his boundaries.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

50/50. If you’re teasing him, payback’s a fucker named Jason. He’ll kiss all your sweet spots, nibble on your chest, and barely give any attention to your dick/genitals. Especially if he’s in one of his ‘I want to hear you beg for me, tell me who owns you’ moods.

If he wants to get to the point, then you can expect to be promptly thrown onto the bed or whatever surface is nearby, and the most he’ll do here is tie or cuff your hands so you can’t touch him, knowing how much you like to feel his body while he’s ramming yours.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jason’s loud. But, in a very grunty-like way. You may have to fight tooth and nail to get him to moan for you, but by golly is he expressive when you manage to get it out of him. For the most part, though, he’s giving grunts, growls, and grumbles. You’ll mainly hear him whisper into your ear, reminding you that he’s the one currently plowing your guts and that no one else is allowed to see you like this but him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes fucking you with clothes on frequently. You’re wearing a tight compression shirt that’s showing your pecs, abs, and just overall body, he’s got you bent over a surface while oogling your muscle constricting under a shirt. Wearing a jockstrap or thong in the gym and he can see it, he’s pulling them down and that underwear aside just enough to get inside you. You’re not complaining though. If he’s wearing his own compression and muscle shirts all the better for you, getting to ogle and rub his muscles while he’s hammering inside of you like an animal.

He also really enjoys massages. Particularly on his shoulders, back, and chest. He loves it when you lick and play around with the head of his dick and when you run your fingers through his hair while his face is buried in your neck kissing and leaving marks all over.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bigger than average.

8-9 inches minimum. He’s thick and girthy down as well. Maybe narrower at the base with a really large and bulbous head. Entering can be a bit of a challenge, but it gets easier the further he gets inside. Also has a curve to his dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jason has a fairly high sex drive and the Lazarus pit only increased that. His libido can sometimes be more emotion-driven so feelings of love, anger, or even just a slight irritation will get him hard.

Maybe you’re not fucking every hour of the day, but he’s gotta have you in some shape or form at least once or twice a day. Whether it’s a blowjob, hand-job, or one of his jealous reminder quickies.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can go to sleep fairly quickly, but only after he’s properly cared for you and cleaned you up. Also, he has to have your body pressed against him. Cuddles are vitally important and you should never once not want to cuddle him. It’s the one intimate thing he’s got down perfectly to a T. 

However, he has more than once fallen asleep while still inside you and in the position you both finished in. It can lead to a comfortable or uncomfortable scenario, depending on the situation.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

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[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

darilaros (princess) │ Chapter 7: Gone

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: As the second daughter of King Viserys, you experience firsthand what it means to belong to the House of the Dragon. Your sister prepares for her wedding to Laenor Velaryon.

Hello! this one took a while, so am sorry, lol! My cat got attacked, which I hope is at least SOME excuse. This is another 8000+ word chapter, so yay! This covers the Episode 5 stuff, which is fairly self-explanatory. Thank you to my boobear @ewanmitchellcrumbs for coming back to me and beta-ing this thingo!

TRIGGERS: Episode 5 shenanigans. Nothing much else, really.

These are the things you have learned—

One: Uncle took ’Nyra somewhere at night.

Two: that ‘somewhere’ was terribly improper, a place that not even a maid would go if she wanted to be seen as respectable.

Three: he was caught kissing her and doing things with her, even when there were lots of people in the room at the same time.

Four: he left her there, and it was only because of Ser Harwin that your sister made it home safely.

Five: Uncle asked Papa if ’Nyra could be his wife, and Papa said ‘no’.

These are not things you tell others that you know. Septa will likely strike you with her switch if she hears you repeating any of it. If anyone finds out what you have managed to find out, they will start minding their words more carefully around you. That is not what you want.

Because you are small and quiet, it is very simple for you to collect secrets. For example, Lord Bar Emmon’s lady wife has been dallying with a knight from House Massey. Lord Rosby is in debt to bankers in Essos for borrowing large sums for gambling. Lord Darklyn has a bastard son that no one knows about. You overhear little things here and there, spot details that others might miss, and you learn, tucking information away inside your mind just in case. You make sure that these secrets are proper ones, too—from the hands and mouths of those they are about.

After the accident that gave you a small scar on your arm, Papa made it a rule that you must come visit him each day so that he can keep an eye on you. This is how you had heard ’Nyra and Papa talking in his chambers.

“…have exposed yourself. Now, we must both suffer the consequences.”

“Were I born a man, I could bed whomever I wanted. I could father a dozen bastards, and no one in your court would blink an eye…”

“…an end. You will wed Ser Laenor Velaryon, and you will do so without protest… You are my political headache!”

“… my duty as heir… you must first do yours as King.”

You had waited for a beat, then knocked, hoping that the look on your face was innocent enough that they did not think you had heard. It worked—you had been let in and conversation had turned away from things-you-are-not-allowed-to-know to things-you-are-allowed-to-know. After that, it was not so difficult to piece together what must have happened from the rumours flying around the court.

Now, you understand why ’Nyra and Uncle were sharing all those long looks. Why they would stand so close to each other. Why they would jump apart whenever you came. They are in love, or maybe they just want each other in the way grown-ups sometimes do, the way that means they wish to put their parts together and make babies. Whatever the reason, whatever they feel, it had been enough for Uncle to ask Papa directly; enough to be exiled for.

You keep Uncle Daemon’s letter—‘I will be back soon’—to yourself. If you tell Papa, he will just make it impossible for Uncle to return.

If Uncle marries ’Nyra, will they go to live on Dragonstone? you wonder. Will they have many babies together? Will they bring me if I ask very, very nicely? You would like it best with them, you are sure of it.

Thoughts of what life might be like with Uncle and ’Nyra entertain you on the days you are made to wait for ’Nyra and Papa to return from Driftmark, which is where Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys and Laenor live. Even though your sister wants Uncle, she has agreed to marry Laenor. You don’t know what to think. You hardly remember Laenor. It doesn’t matter, you decide. Uncle will stop it from happening.

Lord Lyonel has gone with them as the new Hand of the King. It was not hard to find out that Lord Otto had his spies follow your sister out of the Keep and report back to him, or that he had then gone straight to Papa to tell of what Uncle and ’Nyra did. Your sister often says that Alicent seduced Papa to become Queen and give him half-Hightower children so that they would inherit what rightfully belonged to her, and that Lord Otto made her do it. She has been telling Papa that for a while now. It seems he has finally listened, for Lord Otto has been made to go back to his family seat even though his daughter is Queen and he has princes and a princess for grandchildren. He has gone too far in spying on ’Nyra.

This all means that, even though Uncle is no longer here, Alicent still wishes to keep an eye on you. She does not have many friends in the Keep now that her father has left, and it has made her nervous. You are only seven summers old, but you understand the way of things well enough—you understand that she wants to be your friend now that she’s realised she is alone.

I’ve been alone this whole time, other than for ’Nyra, you think. It is an unkind thought, so you push it down and tell yourself that it really isn’t Alicent’s fault that she forgot all about you with three babies to take care of.

Septa Marlow takes you to the nursery each morning as always so that you can see the Queen and your brothers and sister. In truth, you quite like this arrangement—because they are so little, it gives you the chance to play with them, to pretend not to be so grown-up for a while. Or, rather, you play with Helaena. Aegon is at a stage where he likes to throw things, so you mostly avoid him. Helaena is a quiet companion, so playing with her mostly means passing her toys and watching her arrange them in neat little piles that make no sense to you but seem to give her a great deal of joy.

“Here, ’El,” you say, passing her the next item. She stops her normal routine when she sees what you have for her. “This is Marya, and this”—you take the other doll out from the makeshift wrappings you devised when still within your own chambers—“is Hana.”

Helaena babbles to herself as her pudgy fingers twist through the brown hairs sprouting atop the wooden doll’s head, surprisingly gentle for one as young as she is. She beams, a gummy spreading of lips that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle, and pats Marya’s wooden face.

“Dolly,” she whispers. “Marya?”

You nod. “Yes, it’s a dolly. Her name is Marya.”

Sometimes, you find that you need to repeat things to her. She often poses questions like this, as though she is unsure if she has heard you right, as though she wants approval. You wonder if you did that at her age.

“That is very kind of you, darling.”

You look up. From her seat by the window, Alicent surveys you and your sister with a small smile. Aemond sleeps on in her arms, seeming to care little for playtime. Is he not too old for that? you think. She can barely fit him in the cradle of her arm, but you suppose that Alicent has always been quite small-bodied.

You smile at her words. She has taken to calling you ‘darling’ as of late. You know not why. Still, it brings a flush of warmth tingling through your blood. “I thought she might like them,” you say.

It makes sense; your dolls were only laying there, doing nothing at all, and Aegon keeps breaking your little sister’s toys. Because she is so quiet, you sometimes wonder if her nurses just don’t realise that she is there and that she needs just as much to play with as her older brother. Your dolls are rather sturdy. They were made for you when you were three summers, so they ought to withstand anything he can subject them to.

It is as though your thoughts summon his attention to you.

“I want them, Mama!” Aegon cries, pointing in your direction. It takes you a moment to realise that he is not pointing at you, but at the dolls in yours and Helaena’s laps. “I want!”

“They are for Helaena, Aegon,” Alicent says, but it is no use. Aegon takes a deep breath, and you brace yourself as the scream pierces through the quiet of the room, quickly followed by the squawk and sobbing of Aemond.

Gwenys stands from her place beside Aegon and lifts him into her arms, trying her best to hush him. There is little point—now that he has it in his mind that he is being denied something he wants, there will be no dissuading him until he is spent from crying too much. As usual, she heads for the door, taking with her the low sounds of her soothing voice drowned out by the wails of your brother.

Alicent has not moved at all, aside from swaying Aemond gently and patting his back. She rarely ever tends to Aegon. There are times when she looks at him as though he is a complete stranger, as though she did not make him and carry him and birth him. You sometimes catch yourself feeling sorry for him, for the fact that his mama so clearly loves his younger brother more than she loves him. In some ways, you and Aegon are very alike—Papa loves ’Nyra more than he loves you. He loves ’Nyra more than he loves any of his other children, but that is because she is the heir and that means she is the most important. It is one of those facts that belongs in the drawer in your mind labelled ‘the way things are’.

Still, Aegon does not do any of the right actions that would get Alicent or Papa to love him more. He throws things and breaks things and yells and runs, and sometimes he will say the nastiest words like ‘I hate you’ to everyone when he is in one of his moods. At least you try. You use your manners and follow instructions and keep quiet and calm, which Septa says is what makes a lady respectable. Perhaps that is why Alicent is calling you ‘darling’ now.

“Dolly?” Helaena whispers again.

She is staring at Hana, so you prop the doll in her lap beside Marya. Your sister clutches them to her, burying her face in their hair so gently that it makes your chest feel tight and a lump grow in your throat.

You watch Helaena hug the dolls that used to be yours but now are hers, ignoring the little voice in your head that reminds you of the one you didn’t bring, the one you have kept all to yourself even though you’ve no need for it now. Of Alysanne, the doll with silver hair and purple eyes, no longer tucked away in a chest but resting beneath your pillow, hidden from the sight of all but you.

It seems like barely any time passes between the return of Papa and ’Nyra and the beginning of the wedding celebrations. Of course, that is not true, for there are days upon days of preparations—ravens to send out and replies to be received, journeys to be made to the capital and rooms to be cleared of dust to house the visitors, banners to be erected and decorations to be installed—that sweep seemingly all of King’s Landing into a frenzy. Not even you are free of it. Thankfully, your only role is to stand up straight with your arms out as the seamstresses pin and hem your dress for the event.

“What do you think, Princess?” Lina, the head seamstress, asks. You don’t know if she is speaking to you or to ’Nyra, who looks on with a smile.

“Lovely,” ’Nyra says, answering your unspoken question. She steps forward to brush light fingers against the neckline of the gown. It tickles. “Silver ribbons for the hair, I think. Could a belt be fashioned in the same colour?”

“Of course, Princess,” the seamstress is saying, but your attention has drifted to the guard that stands watch at the door.

Ser Criston has been strange as of late. Though he is usually always more quiet than not, there is something very unhappy about the way he surveys those in the room now. He is ’Nyra’s sworn shield, and yet his eyes seem to slide right past her, almost like he wants to pretend that she doesn’t exist. What surprises you the most is that ’Nyra notices—she gives him fleeting looks every so often, especially when he is fixed and still—but does nothing about it. She is not one to let an insult lie.

You have always liked Ser Criston. Before, when you were allowed to go about more freely, he would let you sit by him and talk while ’Nyra was busy pestering the minstrels to play more songs about Nymeria.

Your sister claps as the final note rings. “Again,” she demands.

Samwell sighs, flexes his fingers, and readies himself to play once more. As he plucks the strings of his mandolin, he lets his voice carry the melody forth.

“She fled with her ships and her people,

Her heart broken for those who had died.

But if they remained, they would perish

Under the dragon’s eye,

Under the dragon’s eye.

A hundred fell to the sea’s cruel sweep,

A hundred more to the Summer Isles’s tide.

The Queen lost many souls fleeing from

Under the dragon’s eye,

Under the dragon’s eye…”

You turn away from your sister and glance to the side, to where Ser Criston is sitting next to you on the bench. “You’re Dornish, Ser Criston. Are you not?”

It is what all the ladies at court say—even Ser Harrold has said so. It certainly makes sense, for the knight’s colouring looks the same as Nymeria’s in all the illustrations of her you have seen.

Ser Criston smiles at your question. “Not exactly. I… my father is Lord Dondarrion’s steward.”

“Oh.” You frown, thinking hard. “He’s from… the Stormlands?”

“Yes, Princess. Well done,” he says. You beam at the praise. Ser Criston turns to listen to Samwell’s song for a moment, the tale of Nymeria floating faintly through the air and carrying a great sadness with it.

You wait for him to continue. When nothing comes forth, you try again. “Why does everyone say that you are Dornish, Ser? You should tell them they are wrong.”

He laughs, a quiet sound. “They aren’t. My mother—she was Dornish.”

You have learned much about the difference between ‘was’ and ‘is’. ‘Is’ is for people who are living, who breathe and think and talk and laugh, like you; but ‘was’ is for those who are no longer here. Who have died and left the living to mourn them.

“What House was she from?” You keep your voice gentle. You don’t wish to make him sad.

Ser Criston shakes his head. “She was lowborn. A member of the commonfolk. My father encountered her on an incursion into Dornish territory. He fell in love with her at first sight, or so he’s always said.”

“That sounds nice.” You have never seen or heard him be so free with telling someone about himself before. Even now, after serving in the Kingsguard for as long as you can think of, this is the first you have learned of who he is beyond his ability to use a sword. “What was she like? Your Mama?”

At that, he says nothing. You sit and listen to the music, to the tale of a queen who is forced to begin again in an unknown land. You wonder if Ser Criston sometimes feels as strange in King’s Landing as Nymeria did in Dorne all those hundreds of years ago.

“I cannot recall my mother well, Princess,” he finally says. You just barely stop yourself from startling at the sound of him. He stares out at the grass, at nothing, appearing for all the world like he is unspeakably lonely. “She passed on when I was… very young. I know she was beautiful; I remember dark eyes”—like his, you think—“and the shape of her smile. At least, I think I do.”

He looks angry, or perhaps upset. It is hard to tell. You are not surprised, though, for men are often angry when they are made to think of sad things. There is little you can do to change his mood, but you still let your palm come to rest on his arm, patting it softly. He peers over at you. His face softens. You and he take shelter from the sun in silence, looking out as the final refrain of the minstrel’s song flows through the Godswood.

“… Th’ Dornish have yet to bow or to break

Under the dragon’s eye,

Under the dragon’s eye.”

You know what it is like to long for someone you cannot recall. You understand. In brief moments, Ser Criston has been a creature with a spirit much like yours. But he always disappears within himself and the Kingsguard returns, ready to do his duty no matter what. He is another of those that your sister sometimes strays a little too close to, so perhaps he is upset that she is in love with Uncle Daemon and not him. That would be very scandalous, you think, suddenly feeling rather sorry for him.

“… Well? Do you like it?”

You startle. Everyone is staring in your direction, so you shake such thoughts from your mind and glance over at yourself in the mirror. The dress itself is a shade of pale purple that gleams from the silver threads woven into the fabric; the collar is beaded with pearls and tiny diamonds; the bodice decorated with flowers and vines in dark purple and grey thread the colour of steel. It is far more elegant than anything you have worn before. You look like a real grown-up lady in it.

All you can do is nod, your eyes shining bright with excitement. Even though you will be wearing it to the feast for ’Nyra’s wedding to Laenor—to someone who is not Uncle—you are filled with a sudden impatience for the eve to come sooner.

The screech and roar of unfamiliar dragons drifts in from the distance, their dark shadows in the sky a balance with those of the Velaryon ships upon the water. The banners have been raised; the Great Hall prepared; the food made ready. Those who live within the Keep’s walls, including you, linger around the room in wait of the guests that come from all corners of the Realm.

You kick your feet beneath your chair as lords and ladies file into the hall, the booming voice of Ser Harrold announcing them each in turn.

“House Redwyne with their lord, Oren Redwyne!”

“House Hayford with their lord, Mathis Hayford!”

The arrivals become of greater importance the longer the festivities continue. Soon, the incoming nobles are declared with all sorts of titles after their House and name. “House Lannister with their lord, Jason Lannister, Lord Paramount of the West, and Master of Casterly Rock!” Ser Harrold calls out.

You do your best to avoid notice as Lord Jason walks down the steps, surrounded by people in different shades of red and gold to match his House. He makes his way forward, up, up, up the dais to stand before Papa and ’Nyra. Neither look very pleased by his presence, though he doesn’t seem to realise this.

“Congratulations, Your Grace,” he says, smiling as though he is an old friend of them both. “You have made a fine match for the Princess.”

Papa does not reply, just stares with his mouth frozen in an upturn. It forces ’Nyra to speak. “Thank you, Lord Jason. I could think of no better man than Ser Laenor.”

Uncle. Uncle. What about Uncle? you think, but you do not say it aloud.

Lord Jason makes a soft noise. You cannot tell if he agrees or if he is still upset that she refused him. “Well. If this is only the welcome feast, I admit I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the wedding.”

“My daughter is the future queen.” Papa looks at your sister with a great deal of love. She turns toward him, a glow of happiness on her cheeks. “I wanted this to be a wedding for the histories.” You wonder if your own wedding will be one for the histories someday, or if Papa only intends for his heir to have such treatment.

 “Where is the Queen?” Lord Jason asks, glancing around. “I had hoped to pay my respects.”

It is a question you yourself had been thinking of. Alicent is not one to be late to important gatherings. It is very unseemly for a lady to do so. If she were still under Septa’s care, she would probably be scolded most terribly for it.

Papa pauses for a moment. “I understand the Queen is still readying herself for the celebrations.”

“This is why men wage war,” Lord Jason says with his chin tilted high. “Because women would never be ready for the battle in time.”

He laughs at his own words, though he is the only one. It is not a very good jest, for you can think of at least three ladies from history—Visenya, Rhaenys, Nymeria—who had waged war and done well at it. Papa and ’Nyra do not seem to find it funny either, for they merely look at him like he is stupid.

“Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason.” Your sister tries to be polite, but you can hear the bother in her tone.

The smile disappears from Lord Jason’s face. He bends at the waist in a short bow. “Princess. Your Grace.”

As he rises, his eyes flick to you. It is like he has only just spotted you here, two seats down from the King. He looks you up and down as though you are a prize horse. The curve of his lips as he does so is very off-putting. “Good evening, Princess,” he says to you.

Papa clears his throat loudly before you can respond. His hand is clenched tight around his cup, causing one of the scabs to crack slightly. A thin film of blood spreads slowly across the knuckle. It all serves to startle Lord Jason, who quickly averts his gaze and slinks back down the steps to where his brother sits.

The next group to greet Papa and ’Nyra begins their approach, only to be interrupted by another man. He cuts in front of them all. You do not recognise him. “Your Grace. Princess Rhaenyra. Congratulations are in order.” After he says this, he turns to you. “And my greetings to you, Princess.”

It is the first time someone has addressed you so far without making you uncomfortable, so you cannot help the warmth that spreads through you. “Hello, Ser.” It is as good a guess as any. You hope you have not erred.

Papa’s smile is much more real. “We are very honoured to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold.” His expression changes, dims, his brow twitching. “I must say,” he adds, wiping the back of his hand on the kerchief resting by his plate, “I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea’s tragic passing. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

Rhea? Uncle has a wife named Rhea, you think with a frown. You notice Papa’s kerchief is streaked with red.

“Lady Rhea was a unique character,” Ser Gerold says. “Her kind… is not soon to be seen again.”

’Nyra surveys him with kind eyes. “If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce…”

It is Uncle’s wife who has died is the thought that crosses your mind as the drums begin to beat, signalling the arrival of someone very important. The guests that were lining up to pay respects separate to either side of the hall as the doors open and Ser Harrold cries, “Lord Corlys of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark.” At that, the Velaryons make their way into the hall in a sea of glittering black and gold. There are more of them than you ever thought possible—far more than your own House has. “And his lady wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen; and their son and heir, Ser Laenor Velaryon, the future king consort.”

Everyone claps as they walk toward the dais. Papa and ’Nyra stand and you follow—those who had been sitting do the same, rising to their feet in welcome of your Valyrian kinsmen. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys bow and curtsey before you, Laenor stepping forward to do the same. ’Nyra leaves her seat to move around the table, and you are surprised to see her grinning at Laenor as he comes to meet her. She takes his hands; he kisses hers, and the applause begins anew.

As Laenor takes his seat beside ’Nyra—as Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys take theirs beside him, and the audience moves to find their own seats—someone comes in unannounced.

Uncle.

The room goes very quiet, and then the murmuring starts. Papa’s face is like thunder as Uncle Daemon strolls down the walkway with a smile and comes to a halt before him, as though daring him to make a fuss of his return. For a moment, you wonder if he will have the guards throw Uncle from the Keep.

Papa gestures to an attendant, who brings another chair to the end of the table. He will let him stay, then, you think. But Uncle does not sit in it. Instead, he looks at Lord Lyonel next to you, his brow raised.

“Well?” he asks. Lord Lyonel says nothing. Uncle scoffs. “Move. I would sit by my niece, Lord Hand.”

“My Prince—” The Hand of the King stops at the sight of Uncle’s barely concealed glare, a threat all on its own. He clears his throat and rises, the chair skidding back with a squeak as he steps aside. Uncle settles in the empty seat, shoulders hunching in that way he gets when he is trying to show everyone how carefree he is. He glances down at you and winks.

Papa turns from his brother to those gathered in the hall. “Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning…”

“Āmāzī,” you whisper, only just loud enough for Uncle Daemon to hear. You have come back.

He leans into your space to whisper his reply. “Kīvio sētetan, gōnton daor?” I made a promise, did I not?

You nod, thrilled. He remembered. He kept his promise. Your hand finds his below the table, hidden from view. He is warm as he always is, like fire, and he squeezes tight even as his expression shows a picture of boredom. Though he lets go quickly, the warmth remains.

“With House Targaryen and…” Papa suddenly falls quiet, staring out at the end of the hall. Everyone’s eyes, including yours, turns to follow his line of sight.

Alicent stands alone in the entry. That is not the strange part, of course—but what she is wearing is unlike anything you have seen her in before. Her gown is a shade of emerald, off the shoulder, a deep cut in the neckline exposing an indecent amount of flesh for a respectable noblewoman. It is beautiful, but alarming, for the oddity of it is matched by the almost angry look she wears as she silently approaches, people rising in turn when she passes.

She stops to greet ’Nyra. “Congratulations, stepdaughter. What a blessing this is for you.”

It is cold, completely different from the way she normally speaks to your sister. It seems ’Nyra notices, for she cannot come up with a response before Alicent is kissing Papa on his cheek, taking her place like nothing is out of the ordinary.

“Please be seated,” Papa says with a cough. The hall echoes with the sound of shuffling. “Where was I? Oh, yes.”

He grunts. This time, he lets his voice carry to fill the room. “With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in Westeros.” The guests applaud. “And after tonight’s small affair”—everyone laughs—“seven days of tournament and feasting.”

More clapping. “At the end of it all…” He is starting to sound out of breath, which is worrying. He has been unwell as of late. “At the end of it all, a royal wedding… between my daughter, my heir… your future Queen… and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark.”

Papa sinks to his chair like he has just run up and down every step in the Keep, and you can see his chest rising and falling like he is trying to find air. The sound of it is drowned out by the music that begins to play. ’Nyra and Laenor leave their seats to perform the first dance, impossibly graceful in their movements. They look rather lovely together, you cannot help but think. Still, it is not he she should be dancing with. Glancing over at Uncle, you see he appears to be thinking much the same thing. You are unsure if it is a petty sort of amusement playing along the corner of his mouth or a snarl threatening to reveal itself as he watches your sister with a man who is not him.

The dance comes to a close and everyone claps, followed by a rush of lords and ladies rising to join ’Nyra and Laenor on the floor. Alicent stands. You observe her making her way to the Hightowers at one of the lower tables. You stay in your seat.

“Pōnte imazumbilā?” Uncle asks, jerking his chin toward those dancing in the middle of the room. Will you join them?

“Mirtys drējī rhēdiō daor,” you say with a twist to your mouth. I don’t really know anyone. In truth, you would like to go and dance, but you dislike the idea of doing so with a stranger. Or worse, with someone who looks at you like Lord Jason did.

Uncle grunts. “Konir drives qubys issa.” That’s a poor reason.

You feel your cheeks heat with your embarrassment. It is not very brave of you, you know. “Usōven, kepus,” you say with a small voice. I am sorry, Uncle. A sting prickles behind your eyes.

“Aōma lilinna.” He gazes down with a softness he uses only for you. I will dance with you.

“Really?”

Uncle Daemon shrugs. “Lo jaelā, darilaros.” If you like, Princess. His head turns to face the gathering dancers again. You know, though, that he is really looking at ’Nyra, smiling and beautiful in her white gown. “Yn ēlī, mirros gaomagon ajorrāelan.” But first, I have something to do.

You wonder what he intends. Will he take Laenor to the side, ask him to run away and leave ’Nyra a woman without a betrothed once more? Will he grab hold of her and force her to the High Septon’s rooms, make him wed them before anyone can stop him? Will he declare his love for all to hear, give Papa no choice but to do away with the Velaryon match? Each thought, wilder and wilder, circles through your mind. Whatever he means to do, it will surely be worthy of a great deal of court gossip.

But then, a voice interrupts. “In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens.” Ser Gerold takes one step, then two up the dais.

Uncle remains unimpressed. “Who are you?”

“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone.”

“And?”

You can see the clench of the man’s jaw. Uncle is being horribly rude. “I am cousin to your late lady wife.”

“Ah, yes,” Uncle says. “Terrible thing. I'm positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.” You want to sink to the ground, to hide away from this conversation. It goes against everything Septa has taught you about courtesy.

“You know better than anyone,” Ser Gerold says, “it was no accident.”

You glance between Uncle and Ser Gerold, worry churning your belly to sickness. The salted flavour of roasted boar turns sour in your mouth. What does he mean? you think.

Then, there is a faint brush of fingertips against your arm. You startle, peering to your left. Papa is leaning across Alicent’s seat. Though he has just touched you, he is staring across at Uncle and Ser Gerold. His eyes slide to you, and he nods to the dancers.

Go, he mouths. Your lips part with your rising protest, but he frowns hard at you. Now, he mouths again.

Scurrying from your chair, you crane your neck to find someone to take company with. There are not many options—’Nyra is busy dancing, though now with Ser Harwin, Lord Lyonel’s son, and Alicent is still speaking with her kin. Everyone else is a stranger to you. For a moment, you wonder if anyone would notice should you sneak to the doors and make your way back to your own chambers.

“Hello.”

Laenor Velaryon has broken away from the throng. Standing beside you, he looks every bit as lavish as a man about to be wed ought to be. His coat is richly embroidered in black and gold; the pendants upon his gold chain glimmer. There is so much detail to his attire that you do not know where to look. He is smiling down at you, his face gentle.

“Hello,” you say, wary.

“It has been quite a while since last we met, hasn’t it?” There is a way about him that makes me feel as though he’s an old friend, you muse. His expression is open, his arms relaxed at his sides. “You were rather a great deal smaller.”

“I am seven summers now.”

“And I am eighteen. Strange, how time changes us.” He folds his hands before him. “Would you care to dance?” he asks.

You shake your head, though a part of you wants to accept. He is very easy to be around, you are finding. Perhaps he is not so bad a choice after all. “I am waiting for my uncle.”

“Ah.” Silence reigns briefly. Then, he bends closer to your height, his pointed finger directed out to the crowd. “However… I do believe he’s occupied, Princess.”

You stare out onto the floor and watch as Uncle makes his way from Laena Velaryon, shifting between bodies like a snake slithers in grass, straight toward your sister. You watch him murmur something indistinct to Ser Harwin—he takes the man’s place—he swarms up against her, and the pair seem intensely concentrated on their conversation. They are barely dancing, swaying together in a vague rhythm to the music.

“Wonder what that’s about,” Laenor says.

You think you might know, but you say nothing. It is hard enough to keep the threat of jealousy from rising like poison at the sight of Uncle with ’Nyra—with her and not you. He promised you a dance.

Laenor sighs. “Look,” he says. You glance up. “I get the feeling you are not exactly pleased by this match. No”—he waves off your protest with a laugh—“it’s alright. I cannot say I was very happy, either. At first. But your sister… she’s quite the woman. I’ll be… content with her, I think. I just hope I can offer her the same.” He lightly places his hand on your shoulder, firmer when he realises you do not plan to shake him off. “I trust that you’ll set me right, should I behave in a manner less than what she deserves.”

He is painfully earnest as he looks at you, like he truly does intend to seek your guidance. You cannot say that of many people. At the very least, he is good at pretending you are important enough to need a high opinion from. It is more than you expected.

“I will,” you say.

It is too quiet, and you think he probably hasn’t heard you over the noise. But he smiles, pats your arm, and disappears back into the mass of people. You feel oddly thrilled by his kindness.

Now that you are alone once more, your eyes drift back to where you had seen Uncle and ’Nyra, near to the middle of the dancers. You spy two shocks of silver, bright against all the darker heads of hair—you see Uncle take ’Nyra’s face in his hand—he leans in—

He pulls away.

What is he doing? you think, frowning. Uncle is stepping back—’Nyra reaches out, though for nothing—he’s stalking off—

You don’t even realise you have followed him, that you have sidled along the edge of the wall to the door and slipped behind the guards, out of notice, until you are facing the looming dimness of the passages outside the Great Hall.

Behind you, someone screams. Then another. Another. More yelling. The door closes and the noise disappears, as if it never was.

You did not realise just how many guards had not been in attendance at the feast until now. They jog seemingly in pace, the crash of armour too loud, echoing as they rush toward the room you have just left behind. Perhaps they have been drawn by the sounds that had taken your attention also.

It forces you to seek a hiding place. You dart into the nearest alcove, and though it is not covered, you pray that it is too dark for anyone to take notice. Thankfully, it works. Your Papa’s men thunder rumble past with nary a look your way.

A creak from the door. A faint thudding, and whispers, and a gruff voice sounds out, clearer than the rest. “Something to cover it with… for the body… and fetch the High Septon to… wedding will take place when he arrives…”

“Now?”

“Yes, now! So, go and…” A wail, and then it is quiet again.

A manservant hurries his pace, footfalls ringing in the near-silence as he takes the steps up and up and up. You watch him disappear from view, surely having gone to carry out the order given to him. To fetch the High Septon, withdrawn into his own rooms somewhere far, far from your own, awaiting the day he is called to perform the ceremony. Tonight’s ceremony.

Tonight? The wedding is tonight? There was to be seven days before ’Nyra was married to Laenor! That is what Papa said earlier… is it not?

It takes a moment for you to remember how you have come to be here, so caught up are you in your whirling thoughts. A part of you wishes to return, to make sure that Papa and ’Nyra and Alicent are safe. ’Nyra is a Princess, you remind yourself. Alicent is the Queen, and Papa is King. Everybody will want to keep them protected. Besides, there is little you could do that the guards could not. You are only a little girl.

Then, it strikes you. Your purpose. Uncle. Where has Uncle gone?

You peer out, and immediately snap back into shadow. The hall is not empty as you had assumed, though it was perhaps silly of you to think otherwise. It is always full of life and activity. There are guards stationed by the stairs, by each archway projecting a further passageway, branching out from the main corridor; two or three messengers await, milling nervously opposite the doors you had just exited from; maids and servants walk by, uncaring of the chaos within, busying about with their duties as normal. Any one of these people could see you and know in an instant who you are. Your hair—your dress—it is all too easy to identify. And if they see you, know you, they will pass you off to a waiting guard, who will ensure you are returned to your rooms, to Septa Marlow.

How will you discover where Uncle is then?

You wait, hoping that the bevy of bodies will thin with each passing minute. As you wait, you listen to passing snippets of conversation from those who walk by. Then, you hear it. Uncle’s name is like a clanging bell out of the mouth of a nearby maid. Your ears strain to catch the rest. “… for Prince Daemon’s belongings to be… King’s Landing tonight… waiting in the courtya…”

“Yes, ma’am…”

Footsteps. Your mind races. No, no, no… Not again. Not now. Not so soon.

Belongings. Tonight. Waiting in the courtyard. You may be young, but you are no fool. Those words, in that order—it can really, truly only mean one thing.

It means that Uncle is leaving.

You wait. You wait through the fractured exchanges drifting to your shoddy hiding place, the morsels of what life must be like for those who live and work in the Keep. You wait through the spilling of people into the hall, the nobles who had witnessed whatever it is that had been hidden from you. You wait through their bewildered conversation—“a Kingsguard!” and “such a terrible omen!” and “what a ghastly sight!” being some of the choice fragments you can hear—and through their slow scattering back to whichever lodgings they had managed to secure themselves. You wait through the barking orders of the Kingsguard to “find the Princess!”—it seems all have finally realised you are no longer in the room—the thud of their boots easy to detects as they grow fainter, fainter, fainter.

Finally… quiet.

Well, not entirely. The doors are open once more, and you can just barely hear voices within, the sound of something heavy being dragged out. Grunting, as with some great effort. None of these are important. What is important is that finally, finally, the way is clear enough to steal out of the alcove and just across to the staircase, to sidle out of the hall and down the corridor. You thank whatever gods had favoured you that something shocking or maybe even horrid had occurred and given you a free path to the courtyard.

Your mind immediately rebels. What a terribly wicked thing to be glad for. If you had spoken it aloud—if Septa had heard you—you know you would pay the price for such sin.

When you arrive, the sight that awaits you is one you had hoped against hope you would not be greeted by. Even though you had heard the proof, the crushing weight of disappointment still feels heavy in your chest.

“Where are you going?” you ask, standing on the steps that lead to sand, to dust. To Uncle.

There he is—tightening the bridle on Varlet’s muzzle, reins in hand. Dark Sister is at his hip again. He must have fetched it from his rooms before commanding the servants to pack up his things, to send them along who knows where.

“Fu—” He cuts himself off, spinning to face you. A bad word, you presume. You see his face relax as his eyes scan you, recognising you even in dim torchlight. “Go back inside, sweetling,” Uncle says.

You cannot help the rush of tears that prickle behind your eyes. “You—Uncle Daemon, you cannot leave now!” You cast around for some reason, any reason you can find that might persuade him. “The—’Nyra is going to be married in the Great Hall soon. You have to be there. You said you would dance with me.”

This makes him release the reins, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, his eyes like slits beneath the steel shelf of his brow. The horse nickers cautiously behind him, toeing at the ground. After a moment where he does nothing but stand, silent and still, he moves, taking large strides toward you. Up, up, up the steps he goes, and then he is crouching before you.

“Talītsos”—little niece, he says, and as he speaks, his fingers reach out to swipe loose hair back behind your ear—“the King has asked me to leave. I must do as he says, correct?”

When have you ever cared what Papa says? you want to tell him. What about ‘Nyra? You are leaving her behind.

What about me?

Instead, what comes from your mouth is this: “When—when will you be back?” Your lower lip begins to shake. One of the tears falls, even though you tried so hard to keep them from doing so.

His thumb brushes it away. You can still feel the sting of it in the cool night air, though his skin leaves a trail of heat over your cheek. “I’m afraid… I’m not coming back.”

His face is unbearably soft as he says this, but it does not banish the shock, the dread that rises. You feel ill. You feel ill. Bile burns in the back of your throat.

“But… you promised,” you say. You wonder if you look as lost as you sound.

Uncle smiles, though it is weak. “I know. If I had a choice, you know I’d stay.”

You cannot count the number of people who might hear such a thing and take it for a falsehood. He is a rake; a villain; a rogue. He lies, steals, cheats. He is mad, he is cruel, he is the very worst thing that has happened to House Targaryen since your great-great-great-uncle.

But you know he means it. You know.

“Will I ever see you again?” you ask, close to a whisper. Any louder and you’ll burst into sobs, and that will surely bring the guards—you can hear them faintly calling your name—right to you.

Uncle takes your hand. His eyes are bright, sad. “Kostilus,” he says slowly—perhaps—using the language of Old Valyria the way he does whenever he wants to voice something fond, something gentle and warm. “Kostilus daor. Jēda ivestrilus.” Perhaps not. Time will tell.

That is not good enough. That is not nearly good enough—but what can you or he do? If Papa has decreed that Uncle must leave, then he must, for he is the King. There is nothing to be done. Nothing at all.

Before you even realise it, you’ve thrown your arms around him, burrowing as close as you can get. He smells the same—of salt and smoke and love love love. “Aōma ozmijīnna, kepus.” I will miss you, Uncle.

Instead of replying, he just hugs you tight, so tight that your ribs ache and you think you can feel his pulse against your skin, even through so many layers of fabric and leather. You can barely breathe from the force of it. It doesn’t matter. You try to carve out a space in your mind for the memory of this moment, this single point in time where he is here and you are loved and the rest is trivial.

But, like all good things, it comes to an end. He pulls away. He stares at you, almost as though he means to say something. He doesn’t. He cups your cheek, and then he stands. He walks back to Varlet. He mounts his horse.

The grief of it bursts from you like an almighty cannon, wrenching with heaving, painful gulps. It surges with loud, ringing sobs, your nose stoppered up so wholly that you cannot breathe, so much so that it blocks out all sound, all feeling. You do not hear any last words. You do not hear the gate open. You do not hear the striking of hooves on the ground as Uncle Daemon rides away, getting smaller, past the gate, out of reach, going, going…

Gone.

It will not be long before the guards are drawn to you by the sound of your tears. It will not be long before they march you back inside. It will not be long before you must sidestep a crumpled Targaryen banner in the entry of the Great Hall, before you are brought into the grasp of Papa and ’Nyra, before you are made to listen to their panicked reproaching.

“Don’t ever run off like that again!” Papa will cry out, grabbing you by the shoulders with unsteady, shaking hands. He will loom over you, an expression battling between relief and anger playing out over his grey face. “We thought… we thought…”

“It does not matter what we thought, Father,” ’Nyra will say, lips tipped up in a smile despite her wet eyes and dishevelled hair. “All that matters is that she’s safe.”You will wonder why she appears so untidy, but there will be no time to ask.

As the High Septon performs the ceremony, as ’Nyra and Laenor repeat their vows in stunned, shaking voices, you will stand beside Alicent, in front of Papa. And, after your sister kisses her new husband on the cheek, Papa will collapse to the ground, knocking you lightly on the way. Alicent and ’Nyra and Lord Lyonel and Lord Corlys will crouch to his aid, booming voices clamouring for the guards to fetch help. Papa will be taken out of the hall on a pallet, speedily dispatched to his chambers for tending to by the maesters. Everyone will rush about, fretful beyond measure for the King’s health, while you are overlooked once more.

You will find yourself staring at the discarded banner of your House, the red of the dragon darker, deeper, like blood. You will feel a twisting in your belly at the sight. You will return to your rooms where it is dark, where you are alone, and you will ready yourself for sleep with no joy for the day that is to greet you when next you wake.

All of this will happen.But right now—here, on the steps leading to the courtyard which leads to the city which leads to a world far, far out of reach—you will watch the gate, wondering if Uncle will change his mind, waiting for him to come back.

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Sweat

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Final Chapter

The weight of everything felt overwhelming. You wanted to fix it, to make it all right again, but you knew there was no undoing what had been done. You drove back home and slid into another pit of despair that threatened to swallow you up. It felt like you were being ripped into tiny pieces and you deserved it. All of the destruction you'd caused. You never meant for any of it to happen.

After sulking on your couch for what seemed like a full 25 hours, you decided to take a shower and try to eat something. Just as you slid off the couch there was a knock at your door. You tried to remember if you'd ordered food or something and forgotten about it, but when you peered out the window you realized it wasn't what you'd forgotten, but who. Goku. He was standing there at your door just waiting for you to answer it. For a moment you got lost in the memory of running to him the second he came over. You loved how easily he caught you in his arms and carried you inside. But the memory faded and your mind was flooded with the image of a heartbroken Goku. An image you desperately wanted to bury.

You quickly stepped away from the window and kept yourself as quiet as you could, hoping he'd just leave. 

"I can feel your ki." Goku said, answering the question you'd been holding onto.

You sighed as you stood in front of the door, "you shouldn't be here." "Why?" You fought the urge to open the door and let him inside, but you couldn't handle seeing him. Especially not after everything with Vegeta. 

"Because I ruin things. I'm not a good person like you, Goku." 

"You are to me." He said from the other side, "you're the best person. My all time favorite."

You couldn't help but smile for a brief moment. He was always so sweet. But the smile faded when you remembered all the terrible things you'd done to him. "Just think of me as a villain. A bad guy that just wants to hurt you and everyone you love." You explained. 

"Most of my friends were bad guys once." He said without a hitch.

You stayed silent. There was no real argument against that. He'd managed to befriend basically everyone that wanted to kill him at some point. You didn't know whether he was just naïve or really that compassionate. 

"If I promise to stay outside, will you open the door?" He asked after a few minutes. 

"I don't think it's a good idea for us to see each other." You said. 

"Okay." He said simply. 

You waited for a second for him to say something else, but he didn't. You looked out the window again and realized he'd sat down with his back against your door. You walked back over to the door and sighed softly. 

"Goku, what are you doing?" You asked.

"Sitting down." 

 "I can see that. I meant, why are you just sitting there and not going home?"

"You said we can't see each other." He said as if it was self explanatory. 

"Yes, so that usually means you should leave." 

 "Can you see me?" He asked. It hit you then that he was taking you literally.

"No, but you can't just sit outside of my house." You said.

"Are you gonna come outside and make me leave?" He asked.

"I- what's happening right now?" You asked in disbelief that he was that sly.

You waited for a moment to see if he'd just leave, but he didn't. There was no way you could actually make him leave. He was stronger and faster. And anything you said probably wouldn't make a difference.

After a bit you decided to do the only thing you could, ignore him. You walked away from the door and headed upstairs to shower like you'd originally planned.

The warm water washed over you and for a moment you were able to clear your mind. It was brief, but needed. You were able to forget about Vegeta, about Goku, and everything else you punished yourself for.

When the water turned cold you finally forced yourself to get out. The instant your feet touched the bathroom floor you were reminded about everything again. You wiped the condensation off the mirror as you wrapped your towel around your body. A heaviness weighed on your chest. Your reflection didn't even look like you anymore. It felt like you barely recognized yourself.

After a while you got dressed and headed back downstairs to see if your visitor had left. "Goku?" You said as you approached the door. "Yeah?" "You didn't leave?" You asked. 

"Why would I?" He asked from the other side of the door, "you're my favorite person." There was no way he was that sweet and caring. It made you feel like shit for what you were about to do.

"I need you to leave." You said.

"But why?"

"I just- I need some time, Goku. I can't think clearly with you here and it's just too much." You explained.

Goku was silent for a few minutes before you heard him stand up.

"How long?" He asked. "How long for what?" Goku stepped closer to the door, "how long do you need?" "I don't know. I just need space. I can't give you a timeline." You said, "I'm sorry."

Another long silence from him started to pick at you. It felt like you couldn't stop hurting him. "Goku, I really am sorry." You said, but there was no response. "Goku?" You leaned against the door to listen for him, but you didn't hear anything. You opened the door to peek out to see he was gone. It shouldn't have surprised you that he left without a word, but it did. Part of you expected him to protest or argue in some way.

Over the next few weeks you set a goal to focus purely on yourself. Mostly you spent your time shifting between crying, sleeping, and binging ridiculous reality shows that made you forget how terrible your life was. It wasn't ideal, but the routine helped some, especially when you hid yourself away from everyone. Well, tried to anyways. "Slut, open the door." Kyla knocked. "I'm not home." You said. You could practically hear her rolling her eyes. Before you could say anything else, she was unlocking the door and walking in. "Um, what the fuck?" You sat up on the couch. "Yamcha taught me how to pick locks." She shrugged and closed the door behind her. "Why does Yamcha- nevermind. What are you doing here?" You fell back onto the couch. Your safe space. "So there's this party..." "No." "Bulma was nominated for some big nerd award or something. She invited us." She glanced around the mess you shielded yourself in. "She invited you." "No, us. She wants to be friends again." Kyla said. You scoffed, "after she fucked my boyfriend?" "Um, excuse me, but didn't you do the same to me? And now we're besties." Kyla pushed the remnants of whatever take out you had the night before into the floor and sat down next to you.

"Plus, you're like the queen of awkward sexual situations by now." Kyla said. "I'm not sure how to take that." You said with your head cocked to the side. "Please go with me? Tien is being weird and I need someone there to talk to that isn't my ex." "Wait, Vegeta will be there?" You asked. "Well, yeah. He and Bulma are kind of a thing now." She revealed. It shouldn't have made you feel anything, but it did. It wasn't what you expected. You assumed he'd just stay single and fuck whatever human he felt like without any emotional attachment. "Does he know she invited me?" "Yeah. Maybe."

"Kyla, this just sounds like a recipe for disaster." You said. "But I need you." She gave you a pout that rivaled your own, "and you owe me." "Since when?" "Since you stole my boyfriend and broke my friend's heart." She said simply.

"Fine," you sighed and finally started to move, "do I have to get out of my pajamas for this?" "Yeah, no pajamas and take a shower. I'll pick out your clothes. Move your ass." She snapped her fingers.

It took a little while to get yourself into the shower, but once you were in there you didn't want to get out. After taking your time getting clean and mentally preparing yourself, you climbed out and went to see what Kyla had laid out for you. "No." You said plainly the second you saw the dress on the bed. "Yes." She said, "and these heels. They make your ass look great." "Why does my ass need to look great?" You asked. "Because Vegeta needs to drool a little over what he lost." She said.

Another 30 minutes was spent arguing with Kyla until she eventually won by pulling the 'you stole my boyfriend' card, which was getting overplayed but you weren't going to argue it. You relented to her every request and by the time the two of you showed up to Bulma's you were feeling every ounce of self-criticism about your outfit. "Stop fidgeting. You look hot." She smacked at your hand. "I look like I'm advertising for a new escort service." You pulled at the hem of your dress to cover up a little more. "Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing for you to be paid for getting fucked." She shrugged as she opened the gate to the backyard.

You followed her in and stayed close. It didn't take long to spot Vegeta brooding off by himself. "I'm surprised Bulma is putting up with his bullshit," Kyla said, her gaze settling on him as well. "I mean, you put up with it too," you reminded her. "So did you. What the fuck is wrong with us?"

"Is the dick really that good?" You asked. "You know who throws good dick? Tien. Like, fuck." She groaned, "and he uses that third eye too." "I don't even want to know how." "See, he does this-" "Nope." You walked away from her before she could spill the details. You set your sights to the bar. There was no way you were making it through that party without at least a buzz. "You actually came!" Bulma shrieked as she rushed over to you. You barely turned around before she was hugging you in a tight embrace that took your breath instantly.

"Hi, Bulma," you said, awkwardly returning the hug. There was a brief moment you considered pulling away. After all, Bulma had fucked Vegeta before you could sort through the tangled mess of emotions eating away at you. But those feelings quickly faded because it was nice to feel a back breaking hug from Bulma again. Maybe she had done you a favor.

When she finally let you go you were starting to lose feeling in your fingers. She stepped back and looked you up and down for a moment. "Wow. Being single agrees with you." She said. "And not being single seems to agree with you." You could tell she had to have been either working out or getting a workout with Vegeta. She looked even more perfect than usual. "Well, dealing with a grumpy alien is a full time job." She laughed. "I feel like we should talk about that whole thing." You said. "Me too. I- I wanted to apologize for- well, you know. Vegeta seemed pretty sure you two were breaking up." She explained. That was news to you. As far as you knew, it wasn't settled until after that night. "His opinion differed a little from mine. I was still sorting through shit, I guess he had given up." You grabbed the drink from the bar and started to chug it. "I take full responsibility for not waiting to talk to you first. I've felt terrible about it. I really am sorry." She said. You wanted to say it was all fine, but it still stung to know he was done before you even had a chance to discuss it. Of course, you couldn't blame Bulma for that. "I know. I'm not super upset with you, but it might take some time before I'm comfortable discussing my ex with his current girlfriend." You said.

"You got it, my lips are sealed when it comes to the grumpy alien," she said, doing a zipping motion across her mouth. "Thanks Bulma," you smiled and grabbed another drink. She continued on to greet other guests and Kyla joined you at the bar. "I take it everything is okay?" You nodded as you glanced at Vegeta. "As good as it can be, I guess." "Can we just have fun tonight and forget about him? The best revenge is going on like you don't give a fuck," Kyla said. "How are we supposed to do that when he's here?"

"Get as drunk as possible and ignore all men." She grabbed the two shots she ordered and handed one to you. You tossed it back while she ordered a few more. The plan wasn't fool proof, but it was at least something. It didn't take you long to get a good buzz going and Kyla seemed to be in the same boat as she stared at you and grinned. "What's that face for?" You asked. "I have a surprise." Her smile widened. You narrowed your eyes at her, "why does it seem like I'm not going to be totally on board with this surprise?" "It's for your own good." She said before she adjusted your dress and pushed your tits up more. "Kyla, what did you- fuck." Your mouth went dry the second you laid eyes on Goku striding into the party.

"Hi." You managed. "Hi." He smiled softly. You couldn't believe how good he looked. Even after just a few weeks without seeing him, it seemed like he had changed a lot. "You look amazing. I forgot about that dress." Goku said, his eyes moving slowly up and down your body. Your cheeks flushed at the thought of the last time you wore it. He had just finished the Tournament of Power and barely got you home before he was pushing the dress up to get to you. "I haven't worn it in a while. Kyla said it was a must." You said. "I'm really glad she did." Goku said with a sweetness that only he could.

"You look amazing too," you said, "I mean, you always do, but you look... more amazing." You silently cursed yourself for being so awkward. He smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Thank you. I've been training a lot. It was the only way I could keep myself from coming to see you."

"You still wanted to?" "Of course. I even asked Bulma if she could make something to keep me away." He said. "You didn't have to go through all of that." "You said you needed space. I wanted to give you that." He explained. Suddenly the entire party disappeared and it felt like it was just the two of you again. Nothing else mattered. "I appreciate you respecting what I asked for. It helped." You said. "Does that mean I can come visit again?" He took a step towards you.

"Goku, I... " "It's okay," he sighed and hung his head in defeat. "I would like that," you said, desperate to see that smile again, "but I have a request." He perked up immediately. "Anything." "We hang out as friends again, nothing more." The last thing you needed was to rush into another relationship, but you missed spending time with him.

"You mean you wanna try it again?" He asked, glancing up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "I miss having you around." You admitted. "Can I come over now?" He asked excitedly, making you laugh. "We're at a party, Goku." He grabbed your hand, "I can have us back to your place in a flash." You squeezed his large hand, remembering what it felt like touching each part of your body. "We- We can't just leave. It would be rude." Goku let go of your hand and let out a heavy sigh as his shoulders slumped, "but I wanna spend time with you again."

"We're spending time together now," you said. "But it's not the same, I want you all to myself," he pouted. "Hang out with me here for a while and we can go back to my place after," you suggested, already struggling to stay within the boundaries you set. "How long do we have to stay?"

"At least an hour." You said. Goku furrowed his brow and started to count using his fingers before he leaned down and whispered, "um, how long is an hour?" You couldn't help but smile. He was adorable in every way. It wasn't going to be easy being around him without getting pulled back in. "I'll tell you when it's been an hour, okay?" Goku smiled and nodded, "okay. Can we drink until then? I miss drinking with you and Kyla." "Good idea. Let's get shots." You needed more to help take the edge off.

Kyla was more than happy to join. The three of you remained by the bar having fun in your own little bubble. It felt good, and Vegeta was all but a distant memory even though he was there watching you have fun. Bulma pulled Goku away for a minute, leaving you and Kyla to order more drinks. "So, what's this about you and Goku trying to hang out as friends again? You know that won't work," Kyla said.

"Why do you say that?" You asked as you finished off your drink. "Because neither of you can be around the other without wanting to fuck." She said bluntly. "Just because we want to doesn't mean we will. It's called willpower." You said. "Yeah, sure. We'll see how much willpower you have when you're alone with him." She rolled her eyes. Kyla had a point, but you weren't going to tell her that. Just touching his hand made you want to climb him. It was ridiculous how bad you wanted him. But you couldn't cross that line again. He deserved better than you.

Tien came and took Kyla away for a moment, leaving you alone to finish off another drink. "Woman." Vegeta said as he approached you. You rolled your eyes and turned around, "Man." "I'm surprised you actually showed up." "Well, Kyla guilted me into it for fucking you while you two were still dating and for breaking Goku's heart." You explained. Vegeta grunted, "she's too involved in people's lives." "It's how she shows she cares." You shrugged. "The blue haired woman said I need to talk to you about what happened. I told her the Prince of all Sayains doesn't talk about feelings, but she threatened to shut down the gravity chamber." He explained. "What's there to talk about? We were on the rocks, you fucked Bulma, we broke up." You picked up another drink. "Do you remember the last conversation we had before I left?" He asked. "Um..." Vegeta let out a heavy sigh, "I told you to make up your damn mind about being with me or that imbecile." "Oh that's right. Then you went and stuck your dick in Bulma." You said before you took a sip of your drink.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at you and muttered something under his breath before he continued. "That decision should have been easy if you truly wanted to be with me." He said. "It wasn't that simple. We went through so much to be together and-" "That's the point. You only took the opportunity to be with me after everything because you thought it was what you were supposed to do." He said. "I- but I wanted to be with you." You reached for your drink again, needing something to help ease your nerves. "At first, but we both know it faded quickly. Especially with your feelings toward Kakarot." Vegeta took the glass from you and sat it down, "you never would've made that decision so I made it for you."

"Hold the fuck up, are you really trying to justify cheating by saying you did it for me?" You asked, feeling your anger rise, but you couldn't deny he was right. You wouldn't have made that decision. "I did it for both of us, you frustrating woman," he grumbled. As ridiculous as it was, you couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of appreciation. Vegeta didn't sugarcoat, and he sure as hell didn't care about sparing anyone's feelings. To have him say out loud that he did it for both of you was oddly heartwarming, but it didn't take the anger away. You had made a mess and hurt multiple people. You couldn't judge him for making the final move to end it.

"I guess I get it, but still, there are better ways to break up with someone." You said. "I never said it was well planned out." You shook your head and sighed, "this is all a huge mess." "Most things that involve humans are." Vegeta glanced over at Goku and Bulma talking, "are you going to be his mate now?"

"Just because I *sort of* understand why you fucked Bulma doesn't mean I'm ready to be friends again. I don't know if that'll ever happen," you scoffed. "I'm not asking to be friends, woman," he said, offended you would make that assumption. "Answers about my personal life are reserved for friends, not ex-boyfriends that decided cheating was the best way to break up," you said.

"Fine." He said with a grunt, "a word of advice though, if you're letting him go, then do it. That means the friendship and all." "Thanks, but I don't take advice from cheating assholes with the emotional depth of a puddle." You turned away from him and ordered another drink. When he left you looked over at Goku. He was the best person you knew. He deserved to be happy and you wanted to be the one to make him happy, but could you really?

Once the hour was up, you reconsidered letting him come hang out with you. Just being friends wasn't possible, deep down you knew that. Kyla knew it. Even Vegeta knew it. "Has it been an hour yet?" Goku whined. "Another couple minutes," you said, hoping that extra time would magically give you the answers you were seeking. "Why does time take so long?" He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He was adorable when he was needy. It amazed you that he was getting so impatient over something as simple as hanging out with you. There was no promise of sex or some grand adventure. He just wanted to spend time with you. No one had ever craved your attention the way he did.

"Goku, why do you want to spend time with me?" You asked bluntly. "Because you're my favorite person." He said, "you're funny, nice, a good cook, caring, and you can almost eat as much as me." "Do you- do you still want more with me? More than friendship?" You asked. Goku paused for a moment, looking down at the ground as if he was ashamed of his answer. "Goku?" He met your gaze again, "I want you to be with me. I want to have you as my mate and to breed you. But I know you don't want any of that so I want to be your friend." "Why me? My bad qualities outweigh my good ones by like a million to one." You said. "Not to me." You sighed, "you're not looking at the whole picture. You're just seeing the good parts. That's not realistic." "I see the bad parts too, I just don't care about them." He explained. "Goku, you can't just-" "Will everyone stop telling me what I can and can't do?" Goku snapped at you like never before, making you jump and everyone else focus on the two of you. "You, Bulma, Vegeta, Yamcha, Kyla. Everyone has told me what they think of us being together but no one actually listens to what I want." He continued.

"What do you want then? If there were no obstacles in the way, no bad feelings or pain, just you and what you want. What would you choose?" You asked. "I already told you... I want to be with you," he said. "That's it? That's all you want?" "I already have everything else I want, you're the only part that's missing," he said.

"Okay. Say you have me, then what?" You asked. "Then I'll be happy." He said simply. "How? How could you be happy with me? I ruined your friend's relationship, destroyed your heart, and I-" "You drink too much, you push people away, you don't always think about others, you have that weird toenail habit, you p-" "Stop. I get it, okay? I told you I have a lot of bad qualities." "Yeah, and even with those I still want you. You don't have to understand it." He said, "just accept it and be mine."

You scanned the area. Everyone was back to doing their own thing, but you could tell some of them were still trying to listen in. Goku was right about you. He could see you, flaws and all, and he still wanted you. It was so easy to get stuck in your ways and go through life ignoring the things you needed to work through, but you wanted to be better. Not just for him, but for yourself, and everyone you cared about. You put your drink down and looked up at him. "Okay." "Okay, what?" He asked, tilting his head. "I want to be yours."

Goku's eyes widened, "you do? Really?" "Yes. If you still-" Goku cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The way your body reacted to him was instant. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed yourself flush against his body. Kissing him felt like a sudden wave of peace washing over you, calming your anxiety and overthinking instantly.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you," you said against his lips. He kissed you again and again, like he couldn't get enough. "You're really mine?" He asked, pulling back to look at you. "As long as you want me," you said, beaming at him.

Goku pressed two fingers to his head and the two of you instantly transported to his bedroom. "You're the only thing I want." He returned to kissing you again. "Goku," you muttered against his lips, "I need you. Now."

He quickly lifted your dress over your head and ripped your panties like they were a thin sheet of paper. Before you could say another word, his face was buried between your thighs. You leaned back against the wall for stability to keep your knees from buckling while he devoured your pussy. You moaned loudly and carded your fingers through his hair. "Fuck... I missed your fucking tongue." You said as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to riding his face.

Goku had you trembling and coming within seconds, screaming his name and begging for more. When he sat back and looked up at you, his chin was dripping from your cum as he licked his lips. "You're better than food." He said. From Goku, that was the highest compliment. You bent down and cupped his face, "I love you." "You do?" "Yeah. I have for a while, I just didn't want to admit it. I love you so much." "I love you too." Goku stood up and pulled you down on the bed with him. He collapsed on top of you with his hips settling between your thighs. "You're still dressed." You squirmed beneath him. Goku looked down and laughed, "you're right. I am."

You pulled his shirt up and lifted it over his head. Your hands went straight to his perfect abs, running your fingers over the ripples. He pushed his pants down and gripped his cock, lining it up with your pussy. "Fuck me, Goku," you whimpered, "I need you."

"I- I know we're not doing it right now and we still need to talk about it, but could you say the other thing?" He asked sweetly. You couldn't help but smile and nodded as you ran your hands up his chest. "Breed me, Goku." You said. Goku didn't wait another second before he was sliding his cock into you. You gasped and held onto his shoulders, feeling him stretching you again was euphoric. You didn't realize how long it had been since he fucked you. "You- you feel so good." Goku stammered and paused once he was fully seated within you.

It almost felt like a dream when he looked down at you with the cutest smile. He was really yours. After everything that happened, all the twists and turns, unexpected feelings and emotions, you ended up with there with Goku. To say you were lucky was an understatement. "Are you okay?" He asked, tilting his head when he noticed you lost in thought. "I'm more than okay." You smiled and pulled him down into a kiss.

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Dan Torrance Smut Alphabet (18+)

a/n: Here's to the first Alphabet of the Horny New Year!!! An alphabet long time coming and the first one published since Mike joined tumblr (and sir, if you see this I'm -not so- sorry, but you shouldn't have made so many of your male protagonists such boyfriend material in the first place so whose fault is this really?) . Hope y'all enjoy and are having a wonderfully gentle 2023 so far!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after)

With you? He’s the sweetest. He wasn’t always. Not before he was sober when he’d just about… pass out right after, or get right into a shouting match, drunk and stupid. But not with you. He wants to treat you right. From the get-go. Better than anyone before. So he won’t roll over, he’ll roll into you. If you need to clean up, he’ll be right there with you to help. If it can wait ‘till morning, he won’t mind, and let it, content enough to just hold you close, curl into you. Because with you this is a lot more than just sex, some one-night stand with a stranger he met in a stupor. It’s you. And you’re good. And he wants to keep you around.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man is so hard pressed to say there’s a favorite part of him. There’s not much of him he liked for a really long time and it took just so long getting comfortable with not just his shine but just… himself, in general. Especially after getting sober. But he trusts you. He trusts your judgement when you say that his arms feel so warm when they hold you or that the scruff on his chin is just so cute or that you love running your hands through his hair… and it takes a while, but… he starts finding he likes more and more pieces of himself. Bit by bit. On you, on the other hand? There’s a whole lot to love, but I think it’s the way you look at him that really hits him harder than most. There’s a certain… kindness and warmth towards him that shines through your eyes whenever he catches them on him, and even when he isn’t looking he can feel it. Whenever you’re in a room. Not a lot of people have a look like that. He would know. And he doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve that. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

… I’m with Rose the Hat… he tastes like whiskey No no I kid. His cum is so pretty. Opalescent. Just the right thickness to it too. Healthy (healthier than it used to be).  And he tastes a little bit… sweeter than you’d expect, but still with an unshakable musk you can’t quite identify that’s just… him. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok. So. One time, he was thinking about you when he was jerking off, and accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally) decided to Shine in on you. Just a little. Feeling lonely and just wanted to see you. He felt his mind pull toward you a moment and then found you in your room, relaxing after a long day. He was content enough to watch you for a while when he realized your hips began shifting under the sheets, and watched as a hand snaked down between your legs, seeking some relief yourself. He knew he should shine away, but how could he with the way you were sighing and moaning as you touched yourself, just as he was? Just in time with his strokes, almost perfectly in sync. He came when he heard it; just a breath on your lips, short and quick and full of love, a soft “Danny…”, and he came right with you, his seed trickling down his hand in soft spurts. In the moments afterward, basking in the glow of post-orgasmic bliss, he was interrupted catching his breath to hear your own gasp, eyes shooting open as though looking directly at him, and not a second later you were gone, Dan having shoved you out of his mind faster than he’d ever shoved any of the overlook ghosts, even, out of his mind before. He couldn’t bear to utter even a word to you the next day at work, let alone speak to anyone else. He’d caught a few awkward glances from you, and that was more than enough to make his skin crawl with embarrassment, not realizing that a blush rose to your cheeks as well whenever your eyes met. Later still, he overheard one of the nurses telling you you had a bit of a glow about you. Your reply was simple, but told him all he needed to know “I don’t know… I mean I had a really good dream last night… maybe that’s it.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

In actual sex? Yeah. He’s fairly experienced, but how well that experience serves him is… dubious. Most of the people he slept with before he got sober (mostly women I might add) were either drunk hookups and weren’t in his life long enough for him to truly learn what they like and do it well. But it’s enough for him to know what he wants and what he wants to give when it comes to you. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Ride him. Let him relax. So many partners he’s had just wanted him to fuck them, a means to an end. With you, he knows it’s different. You want him to be with him, and he knows that, and he wants nothing more than to reciprocate that, and to give you all of him that he can give, but don’t let him. He’s so tired, and he’ll never admit it. So flip him onto his back, let him rest and watch you bounce on his cock and feel your hands and kisses on his chest and realize that what he does to you and what you do to him is out of love.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

For the most part, the first few times are a little more serious. He’s not really slept with anyone since he got sober, and didn’t really feel as much for them as he does for you. But the first few times, he wants to do right by you, wants to show you how much he wants to be with you, and he’s nervous about that because of just how little he’s done anything like this in his life… but when he realizes you’re not going anywhere, once you’ve done this a few times… he starts coming out of his shell just a little. Might play around with you a little more, might even smile when he’s with you. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Dan doesn’t really even trim or shave himself that much and never really has, but it sort of happens to grow in a relatively neat triangle below his hips with a delicious happy trail anyway, and though some old girlfriends of his tried to convince him to shave it back in the day, he doesn’t really want to, he’s very comfortable with it the way it is. Oh yeah: and it is a lovely shade of mousey brown too. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

In the old days? Never. He was either too drunk or too eager to fuck to so much as think about the romantic aspect of things, and honestly he feels like he payed the price for that when he’s with you. Because that’s what he wants with you. He wants the romantic kisses, touches, caresses, all that he’s missed with everyone else, things that they certainly weren’t willing to give him in return. It makes him feel like a fucking virginal teenager with how much he wants that and how much lack of it he has that he’s just so damn nervous that he won’t be able to give back to you. Thing that he realizes when he’s finally actually with you is that… it’s a lot easier than he thought, simply because it’s you. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, he doesn’t have the time or energy most days, but I tell you, the second he wakes up on a day off from the Hospice or Teeny Town… first order of business is to lay in bed for a while and enjoy the feel of his hand on himself, slowly gliding along his shaft, fingertips meeting at the head to curl around the sensitive bulb of nerves only to slide back down to the base, hand slickened by the steady trickle of precum he gathers as he goes. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise and heavy petting are a must. He doesn’t get told how good he is and never did and it just… does something to him when someone tells him how good he feels or how well he’s taking them. Also not technically a “kink” but he’s way into prostate play and the like. If you don’t have a dick, please peg him and finger him and milk him as well thanks. People haven’t been as ready to satisfy this pleasurable experience for him in the past and he’d love you forever for it if you did. Also… and don’t tell anyone this… but he’s a bit into consensual voyeurism. Like if you happen to be on a trip out of town without him, no matter how far, he might use his shine to check in on you… maybe even help you feel things even though he isn’t there… And he may be a little into edging as well, but not much.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Oh he’s not picky. He really likes the bed, of course. But wouldn’t mind taking you on every single surface of his little apartment available (and probably will, at some point or another).  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Danny is a simple man. He thinks you’re hot no matter what you wear or do. It’s 

Someone who cares. Not just for him but for all the poor sons of bitches in the world. People who treat everyone with the humanity and respect that they’re due but don’t just take shit themselves. Someone who just… gets it. Someone who understands that dark tint to his sense of humor, but not someone who shies away from the things that could make that kind of thing develop. Someone who understands these things and meets them with warmth all the same. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No painplay. No impact play. No BDSM. None of that. Him or you. Not after everything. He knew what his rage, his Dad’s rage, did to him and he can’t stand the thought of any of that in his life anymore and he can’t stand the thought of doing that to you, and it definitely would be a complete dealbreaker if that’s something you wanted to do to him. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This one is really difficult to say for sure because this man’s bisexual mess of an ass can’t choose. He really REALLY likes receiving because man he is so touch starved, and someone’s mouth wrapped around his cock in a loving manner, touching his hips and holding him close while you do it makes him lose his mind. That said, he also LOVES burying his face between your thighs, giving you the same treatment back (also if you are AFAB inclined and have a strap, oh my gOD does he love sucking on it while you’re wearing it. He just gets this sweet loving look on his face and it’s really a sight to behold). 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends in all honesty. He’s been known to keep all kinds of paces and enjoy them all depending on what you’re both feeling in the mood for. He loves to slam his hips against you, hitting deep with every swing of his hips, just as much as he loves slow and sensual thrusting on a quiet morning in bed. But the loving touches, kisses, and holding you tight to him never change. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not often these days. Way back when it wasn’t so uncommon to find him by the dumpsters behind a bar… not so much these days. Doesn’t mean, however, that he wouldn’t be amenable if you were to drag him into a supply closet in the hospice and have your way with him, though. Still, he much prefers to love on you properly at home any day. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In general, he tries to stick to what he knows, but he’s a lot more willing to experiment than you think. See, problem is that he’s never really had a partner before that’s up for suggestions for bedroom experimentation and they always just wanted him to stick to the basics… but he does have things he’d like to try, but after all those experiences (most of them bad) he doesn’t want to bring them up with you. But once he knows you’re a bit more open-minded than the typical dive-bar hookup, he feels a little more comfortable asking and talking about this kind of stuff, and he’s really greatful to you for that. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Honestly, he can go for a while longer than the average joe- certainly much longer than you’d expect. After being so touch-starved you’d think he’d be one pump away the first time you tangle the sheets with him, but as it turns out he’s got some willpower in the tank that he’s been saving up for a good long while, and he’s determined to use it all on you. He’s only really good for one round most nights, maybe two if he’s not so tired, but he makes that round count. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You wouldn’t think it, but as it turns out he DOES. He’s got some dilator anal plugs and a wee prostate massager for himself. They’re cheap (and probably not too body safe please buy him some nice new toys), but they get the job done well enough for him and honestly he didn’t think he’d enjoy them as much as he does. Got them when he was starting to sober up and start feeling a little bit more comfortable with his sexuality and he loves them now, and would neither be all too surprised to find out if you had some yourself, nor ashamed to use them during sex for sure (hell, use them on him too like oh my god he’d love it if you had a wand and used it on him??? He’d be in heaven). 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes he will drag things on just a little longer than they ought to when he’s in a more playful mood, kissing you repeatedly and dotting little ones wherever he can find a bare patch of skin to place them. He’ll cave quite easily though when you ask, and all he can ask for in return is the same treatment from you (and tbh he’s suffered enough like please just give the man a good time). 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Oh god his moans are so sweet, so mellow… or at least they tend to be at first, during the sweet touches, gentle kisses against willing skin… when his thrusts get harder, though, sometimes those once sweet and gentle moans turn into desperate grunts, punctuated with every hit of his cock inside you, but they’re not so rough still despite the nature of them, still impossibly velvety and soft despite the throes of passion and they’re really lovely to hear. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I’ve been over this a little already but yes he can use his shine to make you feel him long distance no he won’t do it unless thoroughly discussed beforehand but my god is it fun to have telekinetic sex with this man and that’s about all I’m willing to say on the matter for now.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

So ok. He seems small but it’s literally because his thighs are so delicious and thick and it’s deceptive. He’s about 6¾ inches fully erect and grows from about 5 inches give or take, and he’s not terribly thick but exquisitely filling nonetheless (especially just towards the base, it’s really lovely). He’s a couple shades darker than skin tone of the rest of him that flushes a lovely pink at the tip, and has a lovely vein running along the top right side of him, and his balls are of course wonderfully plump (not too big, about average, but still fairly juicy for what they are). 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not that high honestly. It never really was that high to begin with, and he had a really hard time parsing with that when he was younger and actively tried to have more sex to compensate (and of course the drink helped in this endeavor). But in his age and sobriety he’s gotten a lot more comfortable with that, and it surprises him because he never thought he’d be at a point where he’d be able to accept that about himself (especially considering how “be a man” his father used to be). But it’s not non-existent, he finds. Not when he catches a glimpse of a beautiful mind, the heart of a good person with his shine. It’s a lot more slow to start but he does feel and want to be touched by people like that, and he most certainly considers you one of them. The feeling grows the more he’s around you, and he likes the way this works a lot better than the way he used to force his sexuality on himself back in the day. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not too quickly, actually. He used to be out like a light most of the time in his younger years. But that was mostly the booze, he discovers, when he spends time with you and finds that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you afterward. He wants to just stay close to you, wants to hold your hand (or you) and talk for a while, spend as much time with you this way as he can because you just feel… safe, to him. What he realizes later is that there’s a good reason for that: When he’s with you the overlook feels like it belongs to a whole other world. It’s still such a big part of him but for a while… just a little while when he’s in your arms? It feels like a dream. He can’t hear those old ghosts rattling in their boxes so much. They’re quieter- distant. It feels behind him, for the first time in a good long while.  There will be other nights, of course, he knows, when that might not be the case, but this one? No one and nothing’s ever made him feel like that, and he wants to savor that feeling as much as possible, and moreover, be present with the person that’s actually causing that.

[mrsdesade]

1 character x 10 songs x 10 headcanons

The Corinthian (Sandman)

Songs that I think they might be perfect for Mr. Teeth for Eyes because of the lyrics or the vibes, I'm dropping here just because, maybe I can make you discovering new music? I also leave THE CORINTHIAN PLAYLIST I've created for him!

A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

Baby, don't cry.

You had my heart, at least for the most part. […]

Ripped her heart out right before her eyes.

Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it.

hc: The lyrics is self-explanatory I must say... the whole song is screaming his name and his love story with someone.

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2. Bite - Derivakat

Allow me just one little bite.

Eternity is so rewarding. [...]

Darling, stay with me.

These fangs are my only proposal.

hc: After many years of bonding and sharing feelings, he propose to you to share the eternity, trying to convince you to come to the dark side of being a nightmare like him.

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3. You and I - Aryia

The story begins with a boy and a girl,

she loved the way he was stronger than her

But that sick little fuck, no, he didn't stop.

He took away her voice as she screamed NO!

A killers mind behind the face of God,

The devil's disguise is the great facade.

Mistake manipulation for a thing like love.

Started with a kiss but ends in blood.

hc: Ouch, you got the bad ending, he had fun with you, but the story ends in blood and ofc no one can help you against him. You trusted him, but he just played with your feeling.

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4. JENNIFER'S BODY - Chris Grey, PLVTINUM & Dutch Melrose

She's out for revenge,

My baby she's out for revenge ah,

Her hands 'round my neck,

Fuck around and you might just be next.

I need to put my hands on Jennifer

Everybody runs away, but I run to her.

hc: You're deranged as him, that's what he likes about you. Sharing murders and crimes with his lovely half, what a dream for him. He loves watching and kissing you when you're covered in blood.

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5. Love Me To Death - Nikki Idol

Love me to death, baby.

Until the end.

You're romantic, diabolic, hypnotic.

You do it so right baby , you make me cry.

We're fucking so hard that we might call this art.

It's like a movie.

Sex, liquor, roses.

hc: What can I say, that's the kind of song that he's gonna play when you two are alone at night in the comfort of your bed. His touch is that of a devil in love, delicate as velvet, warm as a supernova, suffocating as cigarette smoke.

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6. Ride - Chris Gray

Lil baby wanna ride, in the backseat pull over the car.

No she don’t give a fuck if we’re caught,

Runnin’ my hand on her thigh.

She said “I’m all yours for the night”

She came for the ride.

Le'ts fell in love for just a night.

hc: This song is giving me city night vibes, the endless hours that you two have spent taking aimless road trip in his car, free and unregulated, always end with a night of passion. And he loves it so much, you've no idea.

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7. MASOCHIST - Ellise

It's bitter and sweet, oh, he's pretty and mean […]

My baby's a freak, yeah.

And I'm a masochist.

I'm stuck in his teeth, yeah.

There's poison on his lips, 'cause the bad ones love you better.

hc: Impossible not to fall for him, you accepted being his property and somehow saved your life... what you don't say is that you're having maybe too much fun in this dangerous situation.

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8. Eat your Young - Hozier

I'm starving, darling,

Let me put my lips to something,

Let me wrap my teeth around the world,

Start carving, darling.

hc: Quite obvious as a choice, but the text speaks for itself. In a courtship he would be really sly, he would make you feel extremely flattered and desired, the outcome will then depend on how interesting you can be for him.

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9. DANCE! Till We Die - 6arelyhuman

I wanna dance until we die, bitch I'm blinded by the lights

Yeah we do this every night!

Swear to God, I'm living fast, but everything movin' slow.

Wanna lock into my eyes, see the Devil, that's inside.

hc: He can hunts victims also in nightclubs, because he find it fun, and this song takes me back to scenes like that. Imagine dancing with him in the disco lights and being unaware that you are so close to the most dangerous predator in the city.

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10. Mary on a Cross - Ghost

We were searching for reasons.

To play by the rules,

But we quickly found,

It was just for fools.

[…]

Your beauty never ever scared me.

hc: Predictably I couldn't leave this song out, the final phrase makes me weak for happy ending with him. When you discovered the secret behind his glasses, instead of running away you stopped to observe better, with sincere curiosity, caressing his cheeks in a caring way.

That's all for now! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to suggest more characters, when I'm done with my comfort characters I'll be delighted to please you with music about yours 🤍

[vwbugggie]

Some MCU DR Tea Pt. 1

Hey y'all!!!!

Ok y'all so I watched Shay's (shifttoker) live last night and she was talking about the shufflemancy she got for her tasm (the amazing spider man) DR and it seemed really fun so I decided to give it a go! and the tea I got??????? (For context, I don't really have a lot scripted for this DR and it doesn't really follow the MCU's plot especially after Age of Ultron. Also, I didn't have a ton of questions so it's not very many songs)

If you don't believe in shufflemancy: Cool. I don't give a shit. Goodbye.

So the first thing I asked: Give me a song that describes me and Dean first meeting in this D.R.

(This I do have semi-scripted, I know we meet when Pietro, Wanda, Abbi, and I are still anti- avengers and we're getting the vibranium from Klaue. The vibe I had was that it was gonna be flirty but we're literally gonna be fighting each other so a semi- serious meeting)

I got: Summer Feelings by Lennon Stella ft. Charlie Puth

I'm not gonna lie to you at first I was HELLA confused. I thought this song is waaayyy too light hearted but then I looked at the lyrics and she's right

"And I'm trying to keep it cool"- Describes how I'm gonna feel at first. Not only am I gonna be nervous cuz this is the first fight I'm gonna experience but also seeing Dean for the first time I know I'm gonna be NERVOUS. He's just too gorgeous.

"And I found a piece of me that I never knew" -This part comes on right before Charlie's part so to me this part represents the exact moment after I first see him. I instantly knew that I was never gonna be the same (I always knew that fucker was gonna ruin my life in every reality makes sense cuz he's ruined it here lol ((affectionate)))

"You got my heart and I'm head over heels in love" -Charlie sings this part so I took that as it's from Dean's perspective, self explanatory.

"Oh, now what you do? Your brown eyes tell the truth" - In Charlie's part of the song. This to me meant that Dean could tell I wasn't really team Ultron (Which is true I never trusted the fucker, I was just going along with my siblings. And he did free me from Hydra so I guess I gotta go along.) His "See I happen to be able to read people" moment lmao. Extra confirmation cuz my eyes are brown (now that's delusion skskksks)

"Yeah, you got to me, and I came out someone new" -Also sung by Charlie so also from Dean's perspective. After we met he'll never be the same either.

"I'm trying to keep it cool" "And I, I found a piece of me that I never knew' -Still sung by Charlie so still Dean's perspective. Basically he's feeling everything about me that I'm feeling about him.

Bitch, it's love at first sight FOR REAL. (I didn't even script that arc but slaayyyy)

"I'm meltin' like ice cream The stress is gone for me Nowhere I'd rather be"- Sung by Lennon, so my perspective. Even though we're literally in a fight rn he makes it better and my ass is falling for him (I did script a flirty one on one fight with him) so after the one on one I'm no longer nervous, and all that's left is him.

"And I, I'm trying to keep it cool" "And I found a piece of me that I never knew" -Towards the end of this song, sung by both, so both our perspectives. Because it's at the end I felt like this was after we part ways. We're both trying to seem like it was no big deal, and that we're unaffected. But we both know that's bullshit.

In conclusion, this song has a you take away all the bad/ you're like paradise kinda vibe to it so even though we're initially on different teams we're still gonna fall for each other in spite of everything. (Romeo and Juliet who? LMAOOOO) Bonus confirmation this song was on the Scoob soundtrack and Dean loves himself some Scooby-Doo

This got SO much longer than I was anticipating so Ima end this here and do more later maybe

[danthropologie]

PLEASE share your daniel ricciardo themed playlists with the class!!!

there are so many that it’s genuinely kind of embarrassing to list them all out like this but here you go:

danny ric - just general recs, songs he’s talked about, listened to, etc. i’m sure there are a million playlists out there like this, but i wanted one i was in control of

daniel ricciardo listen to more women challenge - self explanatory, there’s so many men all the fucking time and he needs more women in his life

the man, the myth, the legend - ‘knocked down and dragged out, but not done yet’ / ‘fighting against the passage of time itself’ sort of vibe

the untitled daniel ricciardo playlist - a little self-insert moment. very light, fun, happy. kind of just the general vibe of what i imagine being with him would be like. 

(and while we’re here, i’ll also plug my charles and max versions of the same concept: the charles one is sort of 80s synth pop inspired, light and frothy and passionate and vaguely doomed from the start. and the max one really leans into the softness and gentleness of it all because we all know he’s a bit of a basic bitch in taste (affectionately))

brain rot: depression edition - created the day we found out he had c*vid and it was looking like he might be replaced for the first race with a younger version of himself (and yes i’m referring to piastri, if we only fucking knew 😭)

brain rot: cleanse edition - positive manifestation, which i had to make after the vibes from the previous playlist became so horrific that i couldn’t stand it anymore 😭

untitled dr3 playlist - basically just a catch all for anything that reminds me of daniel and doesn’t fit in one of the previously mentioned playlists

the mixtape - i saw this post. it said daniel to me. i made a playlist about it.

the hubris of being young and in the sun // black and yellow // cause it feels so empty without me - these three overlap quite a bit and they’re all still works in progress, but they coincide with the big dick swagger of the rbr, renault, and mclaren eras respectively

blue - another little self insert moment based on @accio-ricciardo​’s tags on this post

the day i started dreaming - yet ANOTHER little self insert moment, but this time based on the idea of his partner being a singer-songwriter writing songs about him

little piece of heaven - the montana playlist! upbeat and folky with themes of escape and friendship and self-reflection. probably my favorite of all the daniel based playlists i’ve made, if not of any playlist i’ve made period

girl danny - pretty self explanatory, a playlist of songs that remind me of girl!daniel (and of course i also have girl max and girl charles playlists as well)

burn it to the ground - literally just a collection of angry songs from the day all the alpine/piastri/mclaren bullshit came out 😭

the only john mayer songs men are allowed to listen to - my toxic trait is loving john mayer and if i was going to get daniel into john mayer i would use these songs in this order to do it

how to fix a man in seven easy steps - as i said in the description, these are songs that would make even daniel ricciardo want to date a woman over 30. songs that slap me in the face and call me single in 15 different ways.

and then i also have a couple works in progress that aren’t quite to the point where i’d want to share them yet:

the official 'make a taylor swift fan out of daniel ricciardo' playlist - self explanatory. same as with the john mayer playlist, it’ll be a playlist of songs that i would use to make daniel a taylor swift fan

road trip fic - another self insert and my personal magnum opus, the ultimate road trip playlist but make it exes to lovers

edited to add: give into the moment - i read a daniel friends to lovers y/n fic and then after listened to sidekick by walk the moon and it gave me so much brain rot that i had to make this playlist 😵‍💫 it’s not about him but it’s not NOT about him yk

[subsequentibis]

ok in an attempt to clean out my brain and prepare for the upcoming year of art, here’s all* the hotel-related sketches i started and did not finish in 2022, some with explanation, some without. note: there are a fuckton of images in this so if you're on mobile maybe skip this one unless you feel like Scrolling. little bit of gore in there too but just one image of it

*not all of them actually bc some i did like last week and still have a decent shot at finishing, some are so sketchy they are incomprehensible even with an explanation, and some are uh. Not For Public Viewing.

first up: all of my assorted owner scribbles, because i like drawing him.

^ used to not like drawing him with wings but i’ve changed my tune a bit. they can be fun. i think i prefer the cape i’ve been drawing him with though

^ the above two were for the same concept, a drawing using the lyrics “i wouldn’t be so worried if i wasn’t always right” from lemon demon’s i earn my life. i still like the poses a lot and might do somethin’ with it

^ me n the lads were kicking around a pirate au before the ship bonus ep came out and i like how captain morgan owner came out

^ fuckin. sock garters. scandalous.

^ futzing around with an alternate monstery owner design that leans a little harder into Bird

^ was gonna be another lyrics drawing with “patient is the night” by the blasting company off the over the garden wall soundtrack, bc i love that song for hotel/owner

^ yeah i did two takes of this one too. take a wild shot in the dark why

NEXT! hotel/owner stuff!

^ followup to the piece with him crawling out of the grave i did a while back

^ song drawing that would have the lyrics “let’s do what mary and joseph did / without the kid” from marry me by st vincent

^ self explanatory

^ i have like five takes on just this pose over and over. this is the cleanest one

^ i like him beat up sorry for having correct opinions

onto more miscellaneous group drawings!

^ cards inspired by the “jack, queen, king, wild card!” line from the neighborhood bonus ep

^ manager & owner mid s5 trying to find the lobby boy

^ tsundere hotel/manager drawing, lyrics from “want you gone” naturally

^ nihil’s little hotel design enchants & delights me

^ bellhop/manager. listne. wait. hear me out come back i can explain

^ halloween costume

^ staff reacting to the pinup calendar as described in the intro written by Thee travis mcmaster i’ll never shut up about this hey guys did you know he reached out about doing that and is the nicest person on the fuckin planet

^ this is actually finished i just never posted it bc uh. well look at it man. bit saucy really

^ okay so this is like. kind of a followup to a comic i did waaay back when of my OC sal going into the hotel and getting ganked, now it’s lazarus’s turn, except he Literally Is Not Allowed To Die so the plot of this comic was going to be ‘um. guys the guest won’t die.’ it didn’t get too developed though

^ roadtrip bonus ep drawing where the car stalls out and the lobby boy has to fix it. was gonna be nihil’s lobby boy if i ever ended up finishing it

HOKAY that’s all folks thanks for lookin!

[darthmarrsgf]

3, 10, 24, 27, 30, 33 for any OC you'd like :) if this is too many questions feel free to pick your favorites!

omg omg ok. ok. we've got this. we've been training for this. (cracking my knuckles and whipping open my laptop bc this is too much to type on mobile...) i think i'll probably rotate through a couple blorbos for this one!

3. What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them?

Unayah (my Inquisitor/Darth Imperius/babygirl/perfect angel, etc. etc.) - I think something that Naya really likes about herself is the lengths she's willing to push herself to get what she wants. I think she genuinely thinks (knows?) that she really is Built Different—while others are short-sighted and let themselves get bogged down in Sith grandstanding and politicking, she sees that getting too comfortable is a mistake and a limitation. I think that's what I like about her, too. Her ambition stretches beyond complacency; she'll do whatever she has to in order to attain true freedom, even if it's uncomfortable, painful, or contradictory to what the Sith have taught her. I have kind of a version of a conversation I think she had with her mother before they were separated that I toy with in my head—she told her daughter that even if she became a Sith, she didn't have to let herself lose her most important and human characteristics. She's never forgotten who she is and where she came from, and she uses that to her advantage.

Sohlara (Consular) - I think Sohl would speak positively of her own candor, and, kind of like Unayah, the deep reserve of grit and mental toughness that she keeps kind of intentionally concealed from others. I just always think of the mental load that the Consular's mission would have required of them, and I think she accepts that duty so readily because she knows it's right, but she also knows that she can. I think I've kind of funneled a lot of little bits and pieces of my own likes/dislikes into her but I really admire how unflappable she is, which is not a trait that I share, lol. I think her attunement with the Force makes her very confident that things will simply work out the way they're supposed to if she moves through them with the best of herself. I also really love her relationships and friendships with others, like the deep and genuine respect she and Qyzen have for each other and how tolerant and eager she is to learn from others' perspectives.

24. How do they relax? Is that a solitary activity, a group activity, or both?

Unayah has never relaxed a day in her life so jot that down (jk jk). This is a good question... I think she would really take advantage of her newfound freedom to get completely lost in reading/researching whenever she had the free time. I think she would also get a kick out of skulking around seedy bars with her surly pirate husband, just for old times' sake.

Sohl is definitely that kid who was like sitting crosslegged or walking aimlessly in circles around the outfield watching clouds and/or picking grass during recess (me). I think she would relax by doing some kind of active meditation outside, especially on Odessen once all the evil Force ghosties have vacated the premises.

27. What is their romance’s theme song?

When I tell you I have PLAYLISTS...

I think for Unayah/Andronikos it would be Sunlight by Hozier from my perspective, and For Your Love by Maneskin from his lol, both for pretty self-explanatory reasons. For Sohl/Theron, I associate them both so deeply with Who's Gonna Love Me Now by Cold War Kids, because it's generally a song about your life not turning out the way you were told it's supposed to and wondering... who's gonna love me now? And in their case, it's the person who's had sort of the eerily opposite life trajectory that fate keeps throwing you together with to run absolutely batshit missions <3

30. What is their love language?

Ooh this is also such a good one. I think for Naya it'd be physical touch, because feeling grounded and in control of her body is extra important after all the shit she's been through. For Sohl, I think either acts of service or quality time. She loved and valued her Jedi upbringing and how communal it was, but because of that, she secretly really likes feeling like someone is spending a little extra effort just for her.

33. What is their favourite color? And which colors do they like to wear the most?

Okay SO I made so many slay outfits for Sohl and then I randomly got the remnant underworld consular chest piece and put it on her. It is lichrally so boring and brown but something about it just feels so perfect for her. My girl is utilitarian. She loves the poncho vibes it's giving and so do I. Idk. I love it so much. In general I think she's def a neutrals girl and prefers not to draw attention to herself or her status through her clothes. (UNLESS... it's Relics of the Gree and then it's blue scalene armor all day every day.) I think her fave colors are definitely very earthy greens and aquatic blues.

Naya is a purple girl which is def me projecting but I LOVE a purple lightsaber and purple lightning. She mostly wears black with occasional, subtle, slightly threatening pops of gold, purple, and red.

HEHE THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!! this was so fun! <3

[micamicster]

⭐⭐⭐ music question!! any particular song choices you put a lot of thought into or just really want to talk about?

noa ur a real one for this. i know youre asleep rn i hope you enjoy the madness you've unleashed when you wake up <3

Back when I started writing this i complained nonstop about how i didn't know anything about 80s music and im happy to say that is no longer true! I have listened to SO MUCH 80s music in the last month holy shit.

Playlist with all the referenced songs <3 If people want to know what the hell im talkign about at any given time they will all be on here <3

I already talked in the end notes about what music everyone is based on so I won't get into that here. Instead I'm gonna talk about the "soundtrack songs," or the songs that i insist on shoehorning into every scene. (Actually discussed with my sister A Lot about whether the songs are fun or meaningful or are clutter in different scenes and the jury is kinda still out on that. So would be interested to hear what people think!)

The most important songs in part one are probably Last Dance With Mary Jane and Dancing in the Dark. I'd always wanted Last Dance for Steve's crisis about being back in indiana. That's a song I listened to on LOOP writing that scene! I love tom petty so much--i feel like he has a unique sympathy for the characters he creates in his songs. They're very kind songs, and they feel very comforting, even when he's talking about ennui and dissatisfaction and heartbreak. Dancing in the Dark is dancing in the dark i literally cant even explain more. Perfect song. (Other good bruce songs for steve are Brilliant Disguise for Steve/Nancy and Independence Day for his daddy issues <3)

In part I think the major songs are Cyndi Lauper's Good Enough, which I brought into the scene to be another thing they don't have in common. The bus scene is a whole list of Shit They Don't Have In Common, and Good Enough is an answer to that question (if it's good enough for you it's good enough for me), but it's also a kinda depressing hint at Eddie's perspective on the fwb situation (if it's good enough for you it's good enough for me).

Every kid's breakfast order song! Dustin's is a 70s rock song and also a pun (i love dustin). Lucas' is a classic off my favorite Steve Wonder album. It's a little older (1980), so it's probably one his parents played when he was a kid. He sings it to Max in a wildly over the top way (just like he used to see his dad do for his mom) and she pretends hes so annoying but she loves it. (Lucas has the most flexible voice the the group btw he can do any genre). Will is playing a gay ass song by the replacements, one of the greatest of 80s alt rock. Mike is playing an electronic piece that nobody else likes (the icicle works were one hit wonders iirc). El is playing a 60s girl group (headed by the incomparable ronnie spector, who was also abused by her manager, like El was, even though that's not something El would know to associate her with). Max is listening to Talking Heads. She (and will) listen the most widely of any of the kids, but I think her heart lies with new wave/punk (again vs will who is a punk/alt rock kid). Eddie plays Iron Maiden. He's a twenty-something teenage dirtbag babey!

Breakfast club scene I think is self explanatory. Don't you forget about me etc etc

FUCK this is so long. Imma keep goign. Now for some songs i DIDN"T get to include:

REFUGEE TOM PETTY aka the song that best sums up the Eddie/Steve situation in this fic. Could not make it fit naturally into the text but you should know it's The Song

Downtown Lights by Blue Nile is the song I listened to while writing the party scene in nyc. I did not include it because it came out in 1989 which is not accurate :( Alternatively I chose Drive by The Cars for that scene, but I ended up not putting any lyrics in at all, because I thought it might just clutter the thing up. (But I think I left it on the playlist anyway because i listened to it so much lol)

[basils-phot0-album]

Agere ask game!!

Amber

💡- How did they discover age regression?

Amber discovered age regression from gliding lessons with the Traveller. After accidentally swapping the actual Gliding Manual with a children's story book, he started feeling nostalgic and spent a whole day just looking through his childhood items. She started by finding and reading books she used to love, then retrieving her old box of stuffed animals to buying herself replacement toys and plushies for ones that were broken or lost and then before she knew it, Amber had slowly started regressing everytime he went for a small trip down memory lane

📈- Age range?

3-10, whenever she regresses it’s always random but still in that range! Although she tends to stay in the older part of that range

🍼- What’s their favourite age regression accessory/gear?

One of his non explosive Baron Bunny’s, but a mini pocket sized version. She also has a tangle toy, if she doesn’t have that then she’s always carrying around string or elastic bands!

💕- Do they have a caregiver?

Yes! Kaeya is currently his only caregiver but he doesn’t mind! This also means that she gets to spend time with her favourite playmate Albedo a bunch! And what can I say? Kaeya loves his little ones and collects them like Pokemon /lh. Kaeya found out because one day Amber suddenly dragged him away from his “duties” and sat him down to do his hair. By the end of it there were accessories all over the floor and a sleeping Amber on Kaeya’s front (he wasn’t even doing anything in the first place, just sitting  around and fiddling with his pen)

   🧸- What’s their favourite toy?

Kaeya. Diluc’s hair too

👒- What do they like to wear when they regress?

A crimson hooded shirt with bunny ears with a skirt, tights and sneakers! He is quite the fashionista. Amber also puts a lot of accessories in his hair, so many different ones that it’s near impossible to name some of them!

🎮- What’s their favourite thing to do when they’re small?

Playing something she calls “Hide and Scare”! Little Amber can be quite mischievous so she came up with her own version of Hide and Seek where while hiding from the seeker, you also have to try and scare or surprise them. If you manage to scare them without getting caught you get extra points! Amber likes to think that she’s good at the game but in reality Kaeya’s just faking getting scared, but it’s completely worth it to see her proud smile when she realizes that she’s won.

✨- How are they different when they regress?

He isn’t all that different. But she’s a lot less serious and much more carefree like when he was younger, she’s also loads more mischievous 

🎨- What does their ideal nursery/playroom look like?

Like this, just more windows and bunny themed objects!

🐬- What is their ideal play date/regression day like?

He really wouldn't know what to do! Maybe start out with playing Hide and Scare, and then Tag, and then Freeze tag to mix it up a bit! Then maybe afterwards she could go to see Albedo to take it on one of her epic-super-awesome-treasure-finding adventures! And then she would stay up allll night doing loads of fun things that she can’t think about because she’s so excited thinking about the amount of things she could do!

🧁- Favorite regression snack/meal?

She’s definitely a meat lover but doesn’t like them in large portions. With that in mind, she actually prefers Liyuen food over Mondstat food as it reminds her of her Grandfather. His favorite meal is probably Rice Buns with Tianshu Meat or Grilled Tiger Fish! The food should be diced into small pieces though because Amber tends to walk around whilst eating when small. Kaeya has tried to stop this habit but was forced to give up for now when he saw no progress (but we all know that Kaeya’s no quitter, he’s just thinking of some other things).

 🥳- A holiday that they love celebrating while regressed

April fools. This one’s self explanatory

🤸- Do they have another regressor they play with?

Albedo!! He’s his favourite playmate because he always listens to her and he’s nice and he tells her cool things and he’s cool too! In a literal sense! Both of their personality’s contrast each other but in the best way possible so they get along really well!

🔮- Do they like to play pretend?

Amber is literally the queen of imagination. She could be in Kaeya’s office at the Knight’s of Favonious Headquarters but in her mind, she’s in a candyland full of rainbows and unicorns. Tell her otherwise and she’ll just stick her tongue out at you, cross her arms and say “Yo’ jus a bo’ing grown up.” 

❤️- Who knows about their regression?

Kaeya, Diluc, Jean, Lisa, Sara (From Good Hunter!), Xiangling and Albedo! Quinn (Fruit stall!) also knows and he does like to entertain Amber when she’s small, they get up to some mischief!

☀️- What triggers their regression (positive)?

Being told to take breaks, being called “Little Outrider” (it’s less effective if she’s being teased), being carried and being alone with Kaeya. Like it really just takes them to exchange a certain look before he starts slipping, fast. 

🌀- What triggers their regression (negative)?

Remembering her Grandpa and feeling sad and confused about him leaving. Usually this leaves her in her younger headspace so that she can try and ignore the pain :(

🌈- What about their regression is unusual, unexpected, or non-traditional?

He hates paci’s, he finds them uncomfortable and doesn’t like how they feel.

👾- Favorite game to play while regressed

Hide and seek (scare)!

🐾- If they also pet regress what to? (If they don’t pet regress what’s the favorite animal?)

A bunny!

🎲- Is their regression voluntary or involuntary?

    Involuntary!

🏳️‍🌈- Are they LGBTQ+ or neurodiverse?

Yes! Amber is Bigender and identifies with both “boygender” and “girlgender”, her pronouns are he/she and he’s a Lesbian! He also identifies with sugarrrushgender! She also has ADHD 

Idea Credits: @/decopaci

[xxgrrawrrgrrlxd]

Hello! Here's a kandi master post. This is mostly just my favorites because if I posted them all, this would be sooooo much longer. I've loosely organized them, and I'll talk about certain ones a little bit. At the end I have all the kandi I've received at raves. Hope you enjoy! 👉👈❤️

Overthinker is an INZO banger. I Like the Devil is my favorite Purity Ring song. Satan's Pretty Cool is technically from the Subtronics song Senpai, where he samples audio from the "notice me senpai notice me" satanist video. The rest are pretty self-explanatory. I didn't have any gold beads for the biblically accurate one, but I still love how it turned out.

The froggy kandi was my first attempt at making a bead animal. He didn't turn out great and bunches up really bad when I wear it, but I keep him because I love my grungly son. This picture makes him look very photogenic. 💚

As Above So Below is a Kill The Noise song. I really love how this kandi turned out. Space Wizard is an amazing dj. Blow Stuff Up is from a Subtronics song, I can't remember which one.

I've worn the Stranger with Kandi kandi at pretty much every rave I've gone to since I made it. The charm has seen better days. It used to be a lollipop but the stick came off 💔

So these are all songs except for two. Goldrush is a festival we went to last October. And I love drum n bass. If it plays at a show, I go absolutely berserk without fail.

Funkonaut is my favorite LSDREAM song. Sunlight hurts my eyes is from Sunlight by Modestep (one of my favorite djs). Better With You is a song by Andromedik. Yoink is from the Subtronics remix of the song Runaway (U & I) by Galantis. Fuckinggggg bangerrrrr. It samples audio from TF2 lmao. Bitches love cake is from Decisions by Borgore. Beep Boop is by Reeva. And you are my utopia is from Utopia by Black Tiger Sex Machine.

These are all artists. All but one were made for shows I've gone to. I'm seeing Rezz in April. Grabbitz is absolutely one of my favorite artists. If you check out any of the artists from this post, I'd recommend him. Specifically, the songs Pigs in the Sky, SURRENDER PEACE!, Going Insane, Pain Killer, and Into Pieces (both the original and Wooli x Grabbitz remix slap). I know that's a lot of songs, sorry 😖

And last but not least, here is all the kandi I've gotten from other people. The necklace and the three kandi inside are from friends. The one that says rainbows was the first kandi I ever got. That girl taught me how to PLUR, and I cherish that memory. I gave a girl in an LSDREAM jersey a kandi that said peace love wubz, and she gave me her favorite scrunchie. I feel honored. I rarely wear these kandi to shows because I don't want something to happen to them. But trust me, they are very loved. ❤️

This was pretty long-winded, but I hope you enjoyed it!!! I've made a bunch of cool ones for my boyfriend as well. If anyone wants to see some of those, let me know. I've also made my boyfriend and I jerseys and shirts for djs we like. If anyone's interested, I could make a post for those as well.

Raves, kandi, and EDM music are a huge love of mine. I'm always down to talk about it. 🫶

[forcebewitht]

Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

[itsgaga]

A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)

this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first Nikki wasn’t good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didn’t really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...it’s a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to. 

As for himself, he’ll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it? 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nikkis cum is everywhere. It’s that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why he’s like that, he’s a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have much, he’s a open book, he’ll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys haven’t got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public it’s for that reason.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hello? He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while he’s fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. He’s all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He didn’t groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said he has his moments, it’s not like he doesn’t like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think so. I think Nikki is always horny and he’s kind of learned to just deal with it but if he can’t and you aren’t there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t though? Nikki’s jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesn’t take much from you to turn him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You won’t be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. “The faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of time” idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. He’s a i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s horny and you’re there then you’re having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. I’m serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, he’s always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasn’t done with anyone else before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you can’t handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won’t make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless you’re in public then there’s no stopping whats coming out his mouth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. It’s the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now from the pictures that I totally haven’t seen ;) he isn’t small but he isn’t huge. I think he’s a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. He’s ready whenever he’s just waiting for you to be ready too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while you’re asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.