#mirr writes

[fallingformatt]

FIRST GLANCE M.S. PT. 1

Matt x fem!reader

summary: while walking to the bar with your best friend you accidentally bump into Matt, then later you unexpectedly bump into him again, leading the two of you to do unholy things.

warnings: FILTHY ASS SMUTTT!!! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, slight praising.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: Thank all of you so much for the love on the last post, as I started writing literally so recently it means a lot to me. Also these scenarios keep popping up in my head and I write them down immediately and just work on them till I’m finished, so yea Im posting three days in a row. THIS IS SO GOOD DOE, not proofread.

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"But I have nothing to wear," I whine as I plop down on my best friend's bed. She really wanted us to go out to this cute bar she found on TikTok.

"Wait, I have something in my closet perfect for you," she said excitedly, pulling out a black mini dress. "It's just a black mini dress, what so special about it?" I ask with a confused look plastered on my face. "It's not the dress that's perfect," she says as she starts to dig around her closet again. "It's what you're going to wear with it," she exclaims.

"Found it," she says and excitement can be heard in her voice. She pulls out a box that has 'GUCCI' written on it. She pulls off the lid and there are a pair of tights in there. "Oh those are really pretty," I say as she opens the packaging for the first time. "That's not the end of it," she says swiftly turning around as she gets on her tippy toes to reach the highest shelf of her closet.

She manages to reach and pull out this little, red shoulder bag that screams money. "See it's not always about what you're wearing, sometimes it's about how you accessorize," she says happily clapping her hands together.

We both do our makeup and our hair while listening to music, chitchatting, and drinking some wine. As I finish my makeup and hair I get up to put on the outfit my best friend picked out for me. "Be careful with the tights, don't ruin them," she turns her head and says. "Don't worry, I won't, thank you for the cute outfit," I answer. "Glad to get you out of the house," she says as she also stands up finished with her makeup, and takes her clothes to change into.

We both step out of the house, ready to go to the bar, enjoy a few drinks, and maybe take some cute pictures for Instagram.

The city is lively, people walking down the streets, the sun almost gone, as the streets get darker. A bit tipsy from the wine we had, we walked, headed to the bar as it's not far from her place, our elbows intertwined as we continue to talk about everything that comes to our minds occasionally letting out a small laugh when one of us tells a joke.

My head is turned to my friend as she's retelling the story about her most stupid hookup, and I can't stop laughing. One moment I'm laughing about my friend's story and the next I feel myself trip over a pebble as I lose my balance. My body doesn't meet the ground, instead, it meets someone's chest. I quickly lean back to stand on my own feet again. I look up and my eyes meet the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I look at him as I study his features, the fluffy hair, the silver earrings, his light stubble, and finally my eyes meet his, his icy blue eyes I could drown in.

I snap back to reality as I hear his voice "You okay there?" he says, his voice just as attractive as his looks. "Yeah sorry," I say as my friend pulls me to her. "Come on let's go," she says still holding onto my elbow and we walk past this beautiful stranger. As we're walking, I turn my head back to look at him and our eyes meet for the last time as we walk further away from each other, both walking in opposite directions.

We get to the bar and order some drinks, we sit down and look around. The bar really is cute, the ceiling is covered in flowers giving the place a fairytale vibe. I look to my side and notice this huge mirror that's covered in pink bows. "We have to take a picture there," I say as my eyes light up.

We're now 3 drinks into the evening and the guy from earlier crosses my mind. His face, his voice, his eyes. I could imagine him in between my legs as he eats me out giving me pleasure out of this world.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" my friend asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and look at her. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks. "You cockblocked me," I say furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" She asks confused. "The guy I bumped into, he was totally into me," I say confidently. "Oh come on, that interaction lasted 2 seconds," she said laughing. "It was enough to make me understand that I need to be dicked down tonight," I answer. "Do you want to go to the club?" She asks. I nod my head happily. We finish our drinks and head out.

We walked around 5 minutes before we were in front of the club's door. Loud music can be heard as we walk in, lights shooting and changing color as we walk deeper into the club. My friend takes my hand as she pulls me into the dance floor. "This is my song," she exclaims as we both start dancing.

Feeling the light buzz the alcohol gave me, I close my eyes and move my hips to the rhythm of the song. I put up my hands as I get lost in the song dancing my heart out.

When the song finishes and I open my eyes, my best friend is nowhere to be seen. I try to move past all the people on the dance floor in an attempt to look for her.

As I walk towards the bar, I feel my ass brush against someone trying to get past the crowd. I turn around and look up. My eyes widen, not believing who I'm looking at.

It's the guy from earlier, the one who broke my trip and didn't let me fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as a lustful smile appears on my lips.

"You really like to touch me don't you," the pretty boy says. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well, what do people usually do at the club?" He answers my question with a rhetorical question.

"Thanks for not letting me fall earlier," I say as I brush his chest over the place I bumped into. "You have to be more careful, watch where you're stepping, it could've been a stinky homeless guy, instead of me that you bumped into, I'm Matt by the way," he says, his charming voice making my knees weak.

"You wanna go dance?" I ask him, and without hesitation, he takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd at the dance floor.

We dance in sync as Matt's hands are placed on my hips guiding them side to side as my ass is brushing against his jeans, my one hand bent backward wrapped around the nape of his head.

I feel myself getting wet as I feel his hands starting to roam around my body, touching me in all the right places. I begin to grind my ass against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard as he lets out a hot breath in my ear.

Now one of his hands has traveled to my inner thigh as the other one keeps resting on my hip slowly guiding it up and down his hard, clothed cock. He sneaks his hand under my short dress, moving closer to my heat. His thumb starts to move in circles on my clit as his ring and middle finger move up and down over my clothed folds. I let out a moan as the pleasurable sensation entered my body. I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder.

I feel Matt's hand suddenly stop, as he spins me around. "Follow me," he says when he leaned in closer to my ear so I'd be able to hear him over the loud music. His voice was dark, filled with lust.

Matt took my wrist and quickly led me to the bathrooms, he approached a door with a 'staff only' sign on it. When he pulled the handle I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't. We went in and it was as dim almost as the nightclub itself only a few colored lights giving the bathroom enough light to see where everything was. It was a big one toilet bathroom though, but it's still weird that the staff would have to do their business practically in the dark.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Matt closing the door behind him and turning the lock. He looked at me, his icy blue eyes were now dark, filled with hunger. He takes my hand and pulls me close, smashing his lips onto mine and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hands travel around my body stopping at my ass, he grabs hard on it.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan feeling the cold buckle of his belt against my heat. He walks over to the counter where the sink is located and sits me down.

He breaks the kiss and looks me in my eyes, slowly kneeling down. His head is now on one level with my throbbing pussy. "Please," is all I manage to blur out.

I feel his cold fingertips trace along my thigh as he stops at my core, rubbing circles on my clit and I let out a loud moan. With one sharp movement, I hear the tights rip making me feel the cold countertop on my bare skin as the tights now have huge runs in them.

Matt's hands guide my legs on top of his shoulders, he pulls me closer giving him better access to my pussy, making me lean against the mirror that was on the wall behind the counter. I let out a whine as I felt two of his cold fingers moving my thong to the side now giving him full access to my dripping hole.

Matt looks up at me before moving closer, placing a trail of kisses from my thigh to my sensitive bud, causing my fingers to intertwine with his fluffy hair. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking circles around my clit. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers pressing against my pussy, teasing me. "I need you," I manage to whimper under my breath and without any hesitation I feel his fingers push deep inside me, his cold rings pressed outside of my pussy.

I moan out loudly as his tongue and his fingers move in a rhythm giving me unimaginable pleasure. His fingers curled inside of me, places so deep I could never reach them on my own, his other hand holding a tight grip on my thigh. I feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Cl- close," I whimper out not able to say anything else.

His fingers slide out of my pussy and his tongue replaces them. Curling his tongue in my hole, I gasp out of the intense pleasure, Matt's now free hand traveling to my other thigh, holding on to it.

My sloppy moans fill the room as the pleasure is too much for me and I can't find the room to take in a full breath. "I'm about to cum," I moan out. He hums against my pussy, his tongue still in me curling inside of me. His voice sending vibrations through my core is enough for me to reach my climax. I let out a loud moan as I tug on his hair hard, bucking up my hips and rinding out my high.

Matt continues to move his tongue inside of me making my legs shake as the overstimulation rushes over me. My moans turn into loud pants, trying to catch my breath. My legs shake uncontrollably as his movements don't stop and he continues to curl his tongue, moving it in and out of me.

I try to move my legs, but Matt tightens his grip around my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as I let out a hiss. I feel another orgasm coming, legs still shaking. "Don- pl- don't sto-" I try to speak in between my attempts to get some air in my lungs. I feel my vision getting blurry as I feel tears forming in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Matt's thumb drawing circles on my clit. This is enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Matt's head in between my shaking thighs as I cum for the second time.

I ride out my high and Matt stands up, his lips shining a bright red color. "You taste so sweet, I could eat you out all night," he says before kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Get down," he says and yanks me by my wrists. As my feet meet the floor, I instantly lose balance as I'm not able to hold myself up on my own, still unable to fully breathe. Matt catches me, quickly turning me, my back facing him, and bending me over, pushing me against the counter.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before his pants fall to the ground. I look back at him and see him pulling down his boxers. He pushes my dress up revealing my almost bare ass as the only thing covering it is tights with huge runs and now holes in them.

I feel a sting as Matt slaps my ass making me moan out in pleasure. He pulls my thong to the side and without any warning he grabs my ass lifting it up before pushing his dick deeply inside of me, immediately kissing my g-spot on the first thrust. I let out a loud pornographic moan.

"Shit you feel so good around my cock baby," Matt moans, one of his hands placed on my lower back, the other traveled to my hair, weaving his hand around them to make a ponytail.

As he continues to plant deep, hard thrusts in me, he yanks my hair causing my head to tilt back, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips as his other hand now firmly holds onto my jaw.

"You're such a good girl for me, fuck," Matt growls breaking the contact between our lips, throwing his head back as his mouth falls open, his chest unevenly rising up and down.

Both of our heavy pants and moans are now filling the room. "Ahh fuck princess, you feel so tight, I'm about to cum," Matt moans out. My walls clench around his twitching cock as I also feel my orgasm coming, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, just a high-pitched whimper.

"Look at you, you're so pathetic, can't even say anything, I have fucked you dumb," he says and I hear how smug his voice is.

Matt thrusts a few more times before I feel my orgasm taking over me, and my legs again begin to shake. "Oh fuck," Matt moans out as he thrusts deeply painting my walls with his cum. He lets go of my hair as he pats my head "You're such a good girl," Matt says.

Matt pulls out his cock and pulls the dress over my ass pulling up his boxers and his jeans. I try to stand up feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the slightest movement. I lose my balance and Matt catches me once again. "Awww, I have really done a number on you, haven't I?" He asks teasingly, I just nod as I don't have the strength to answer.

Matt leads me to sit down on the toilet before he returns to the sink, and wets his hands under the cold, running water. He walks over to me and places one of his wet, cold hands at the nape of my neck and the other one on my cheek to help me come back to my senses.

We stand there like that for a while before he wipes the mascara that had run down my cheeks with his wet thumb while looking down at me giving me a warm smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How you feeling?" he asks innocently as if he didn't just fuck my brains out. "Better, I think I'm ready to go," I say as I stand up. We head to the door and I lead the way, unlocking the door we go out.

I see my best friend, she notices me too and rushes over, "What happened, where were you, I was searching all over for you!" she exclaims with a worried but angry voice as she looks me up and down. "What did you do to my tights?" Her eyes widen. "I got revenge on you for cockblocking me," I say as I smile. "Oh looks like we've got a brat on our hands," Matt says as he chuckles, leaning in, his hand on my hip, holding me tight, so I don't lose support.

"Bump into me again sometime," Matt says as a small smirk creeps on his lips.

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

[apricia]

For ever by your side / Aemond Targaryen x reader // Part I

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Author's Notes:

I never expected such a response and I'm still a bit speechless. I just wanted to write down my thoughts without any expectations. This is my very first fanfic, so don't expect too much. And forgive spelling mistakes, because English is not my first language. I'm not even sure where this story is going, I just know I have to write it. So stay tuned.

** Warning: blood, attempted murder, the word whore (although that's pretty normal in the GoT universe), sooner or later incest

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Chapter 1 - In need of a dragon 

"Do it."

Alyssa stared at the bowl on the table in front of her. A red-brown paste lay in it. She looked at the spoon, back at the paste, and gritted her teeth.

"You first," she demanded of her cousin.

She wasn't stupid. If Aegon wanted her to try this stuff, he had to go first. Alyssa didn't know exactly what the paste was, but she smelled the sweet spice and it smelled pungent. Probably too spicy for her taste.

Aegon shook his head. "Don't you dare, cousin?"

"Says the right one. Who is arguing here? Either we both do it, or we don't do it at all."

She felt Aemond shift restlessly in the chair next to her. Aegon had first tried to get his younger brother into a bet, but Aemond had backed down.

Coward, Aegon had called him. That's when Alyssa stepped in. She hated it when Aegon, Jace or Luke made fun of Aemond. Whenever she found out they said something mean, she made the boys regret their actions with her own hands.

More than ten years have passed since the day Alyssa became a princess and was adopted into the family of King Viserys.

Some things have changed for her, and Alyssa knew some things with absolute certainty.

First, she was a Targaryen. Daughter of Prince Daemon. Although she had never spoken to him, she benefited from his reputation. Many feared the prince, his vengefulness and ferocity, so few dared to disrespect the princess. Even if her father lived far away from her in a different land. With his new family.

Second, she was the daughter of a whore. Though Alyssa wasn't sure what that meant, or who her mother was, she knew the unnamed woman hadn't belonged to a noble house. She was no lady, no woman of honor. She heard the whispers in the palace corridors, the chatter of the servants, even the voices of her own family.

Third, she wasn't a dragon rider. Syrax's first throw had been unsuccessful. The eggs she and her cousin Aemond were given at birth had never hatched. She would never have a dragon, at least not if she didn't claim one that already existed. And Alyssa didn't believe that anymore.

Fourth, she was a green. Even if Alyssa couldn't understand what that meant when she was younger. She wasn't stupid. She saw the behavior of Queen Alicent and Princess Rheanyra. They were on different sides, even if the king didn't want to see it. Alyssa wasn't blind to the arguments, however. Her side was only certain: she belonged to the Greens, because Alicent Hightower had taken her in like a daughter. The Queen didn't get along very well with her own daughter Heleana, because Heleana was mostly in her own world. But Alyssa and Alicent shared a closer bond. So Alyssa's loyalty was unquestionable.

And fifth, her best friend, her companion and possibly the love of her life was Aemond Targaryen. He was only five months younger than Alyssa, but she had given him her heart the moment he was born, or he had stolen it from her. What exactly happened didn't matter. He was her better half. They shared the same interests, reading and studying together, spending almost every free moment together, and sharing the same fate due to their lack of a dragon. Aemond understood Alyssa without having to say anything. Just as she understood him. He was her best friend and nothing would ever change that.

Syt mirre ondoso aōha paktot. For ever by your side, that had been her vow and Alyssa would never forget those words. Carried her in her heart like the greatest treasure in all of Westeros.

Alyssa looked at Aemond, who was staring at her with wide eyes. He seemed nervous, but Aegon looked from her to the strange spice that had just been brought to the palace in the morning. It came from Bravos and no one knew exactly what it was.

"I'm a Targaryen, dear cousin. I fear nothing and I'm no coward, but you seem to be." She pulled the bowl towards her, took the spoon and dipped it in the spice until the spoon was full. She gave Aegon a challenging look, then took it into her mouth.

Her cousin's eyes widened and he jumped out of his chair.

"Alyssa..", Aemond said next to her and looked at her worried.

Alyssa swallowed and grinned triumphantly at Aegon. She felt the flames in her mouth, felt them running down her throat. Her whole mouth burned. Alyssa was sure if she opened her mouth she would spit fire. And probably turn Aegon to ashes with it.

But she wasn't about to admit how hot this stuff really was. She felt the tears in her eyes, but didn't let them roll down her cheeks.

Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and stood up.

"As you can see, my dear cousin. I am a true dragon, you apparently are not." She grinned at him proudly and then left the room. Footsteps were heard behind her and she knew instantly that it was Aemond following her.

"Alyssa, are you alright?"

She nodded haltingly. "I think my mouth is on fire, I need water."

Aemond looked at her confused, then burst out laughing. "I knew that stuff burned like fire."

"You were smarter than me. But I couldn't watch Aegon win again."

"Anyway, the look on his face was worth it. Come on, we'll get you some milk and bread so you can taste something again sometime."

Alyssa nodded and fanned herself to get the heat off her face. Aemond took her hand and walked her down to the kitchen. While she tried to get the sting out of her mouth with bread and milk, Aemond sat across from her.

"Shall we go to the library together later? New books arrived yesterday, about the history of Aegon the Conqueror." The joy on Aemond's face made Alyssa's heart beat faster and a warmth spread inside her. She loved seeing him so carefree and happy.

Alyssa made a face. "We'll have to put that off until tomorrow. I promised the Queen I'd spend time with Helaena today."

"You're my best friend, not my sister's."

"I'm both, yours and her friend, Aemond. Except that Helaena doesn't have any friends except me."

Aemond scowled at her. "She has her bugs."

"They hardly count as friends, Aemond. Why don't you just come with me?"

He shook his head. Although he loved his sister, and Alyssa was aware of it, he didn't like the crawling insects that Helaena loved so dearly. Alyssa didn't blame him. She often sat in the mud with Helaena and inspected worms, larvae or spiders. Listened to her cousin as she told her all the facts about the little animals. Helaena was... unique, as Alyssa always said. She was no ordinary girl and mostly kept to herself. However, the princess had accepted Alyssa by her side and that had led to Alicent asking Alyssa to spend time with her daughter so that she wouldn't be so lonely. What Alicent didn't know was that Helaena wasn't lonely at all. She was alone but not lonely. But the queen saw no difference.

Alyssa was fine with spending time with Helaena, after all she was like a sister to her. And she had learned that she did care what the princess had to say. At least when it came to scorpions, they were really exciting. However, she could safely do without worms and spiders.

"No thanks," Aemond grumbled. "Feel free to spend time with my sister. I'll accompany Aegon to the dragon pit."

Alyssa put down the milk jug and narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Aemond?" They shared the same fate. They were both dragonless, but unlike her cousin, Alyssa was not obsessed with the creatures. She didn't try to attend the Dragon Keeper's lessons, join Luke, Jace or Aegon while they trained with their dragons. She went for a walk with Helaena and Dreamfyre from time to time, but nothing more. She read about dragons, but she would not get any closer to the flying creatures.

Aemond avoided her gaze. "I'll have a dragon eventually, Alyssa. And I need to be prepared for that."

She grabbed his hand. "I know that one day you will be a dragon rider, but why are you putting yourself under so much pressure?"

Aemond glared at her, but his anger wasn't directed at her. "I can no longer take the humiliations of Aegon and my nephews. They tease me."

"They wouldn't if you stopped going into the dragon pit." If he would stop giving them the opportunity for their mean jokes. But it fell on deaf ears. Aemond just didn't listen to her.

"Someday they'll regret their jokes. When I have my own dragon. And then I'll take you flying, I promise. Syt mirre ondoso aōha paktot," he said softly and grabbed Alyssa's hand again.

She squeezed and gave him a smile. "Pāsan isse ao," she whispered. She had always believed in him, even when no one else did.

"Dracarys, Varmax," Jace roared and they watched as the dragon set the goat on fire. Aemond watched his nephew with envy and disgust. He didn't understand. How come his egg wasn't hatched but Luke and Jace's were? They weren't true Targaryens. At least if he believed his brother's and mother’s words. They didn't look like they had old Valyrion's blood running in them.

They were unassuming. Brown boring hair and eyes of the same color. They didn't look like him and his siblings, or like Alyssa. Aemond knew tat Alyssa’s Mother wasn't a Targaryen either. Still, his best friend looked like him. Silver-white hair, violet eyes. They both deserved dragons. Jace and Luke didn't.

He hated the fact that his nephews owned dragons, but he didn't.

"Aemond, we have a surprise for you," came his older brother's voice and Aemond turned to Aegon.

"What is it?"

"Something very special." Luke joined them and grinned at Aemond. But there was something sly in his grin. Then he disappeared inside the pit.

"You're the only one of us without a dragon. You and Alyssa. While she doesn't seem to care that she doesn't own one, I know how much you want one, brother."

"Indeed," Aemond said, not knowing what this was all leading to.

"And we felt badly about it," Aegon continued. "Precisely because without a dragon you won't have a chance to marry her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Alyssa, of course," Aegon laughed. "She's a Targaryen, well, halfway. She looks like one, at least, and as a princess, she'll only marry a true dragon rider. You understand that, don't you?"

Aemond narrowed his eyes at his brother, but felt himself tighten. He wasn't a dragon rider, neither was Alyssa. But she was his! They were bound together by an oath. He had never thought that one day Alyssa would get married, but it made sense that she would. But if she had to marry someone, it would be him!  They belonged together. Not that Aemond had already thought of marrying her. It was much more that he always saw Alyssa by his side, no matter how he imagined his life to be. She was always a part of it.

And now he shouldn't be allowed to have her just because he didn't own a dragon? Could the gods really be that cruel to him? First they refused him a dragon and now they want to take Alyssa from him... Aemond wouldn't allow that!

"So we found one for you," his older brother continued. "We wouldn't want you to loose Alyssa, would we, brother?" Aegon put a hand on his back and led him towards the tunnels that led down into the pit. There was a rumble and the earth shook beneath their feet.

"A Dragon? How?"

"The gods provide," was his brother's only explanation.

Out of the tunnel came Luke, a pig at his side. Aemond looked at the animal with hate-filled eyes. Wings were attached to its back and the pig trailed an improvised tail. Aemond clenched his fists.

"Behold - the pink dread!" said his brother and nephews in unison and then burst out laughing. Each laugh pierced Aemond's heart like a knife.

"Be sure to mount her carfully. First flight's always rough," laughed his brother. "Perhaps with her help you will be able to make Alyssa yours."

Aegon grunted in Aemond's ear and his nephews did the same before leaving Aemond alone. Humiliated and angry.

His father wouldn't let Alyssa marry anyone else, would he? His mother knew how important Alyssa was to him and she herself had taken the princess to her heart. They wouldn't let Alyssa be taken from you, would they?

But if only a dragon rider was allowed to marry Alyssa, then Aemond would become a dragon rider. He stared into the darkness of the tunnel and clenched his jaws. He would have a dragon! For Alyssa!

Meanwhile, Alyssa sat alone with her cousin in their chambers. Also coming by ship from Bravos were two scorpions, which Helaena proudly presented to Alyssa.

"Like spiders, scorpions also have eight legs. They also have two tentacles with claws, like a crab," Helaena said, holding the little creature in front of Alyssa's nose.

"With the claws and the poisonous sting, the animals defend themselves in case of danger or kill their prey."

Alyssa looked from the scorpions to her cousin. "How can you be sure that he won't stab you with it and you die? I imagine death by poisoning to be extremely painful." She had respect for the little creature and avoided getting too close to the stinger, let alone picking up the scorpion like Helaena did.

However, Helaena looked at him with a tenderness on her face that Alyssa found incomprehensible. She looked at Aemond like that, maybe sometimes at Alicent, but not an animal that could kill her in seconds.

"He won't harm me."

"If you say that."

Alyssa was about to ask a question when the door opened without knocking. Into the room came a man in a black robe that Alyssa didn't recognize. He didn't look like the king's guard who had been at the door when they'd arrived.

"Who are you?" Alyssa wanted to know and looked at the man curiously.

The man approached her and pulled a knife from his belt. Alyssa's eyes widened in horror and next to her, Helaena, who seemed to be in her right mind, began to scream.

"Death to the Targaryens," the man hissed, lunging at the girls. Alyssa pushed Helaena aside and started calling for help as well. Someone had to hear her and come and rescue them both.

She was just a girl, just eleven years old. What could she do against a grown man who was armed? Nothing at all. But Alyssa refused to die today. She wouldn't let this man hurt Helaena.

She heard shouts and hasty footsteps, and Alyssa knew they wouldn't have to last long before help would arrive. So she fought. She snatched the scorpion from Helaena's hand and threw it at her attacker. He screamed, but threw the venomous beast away before the deadly sting could hit him.

Then the blade came into Alyssa's field of vision. She didn't think about it any further, but threw up her arms.

Her hands gripped the weapon and she felt the pain a split second later as the blade dug into her flesh. She gripped the knife with both hands and pushed the man away as best she could.

"Princesses," came the familiar voice of Ser Harrold Westerling.

Alyssa screamed as the man was pulled away from her and the knife fell to the ground. Her knees buckled under her and she sank onto the cool marble floor beneath her. She was shaking, trembling all over and barely aware of what was happening around her. She heard Helaena screaming and crying through a veil. She heard more guards storm the room, someone calling for the king and queen. And then she saw two pairs of boots come into view.

Ser Harrold knelt beside her. "Let me see, Princess."

Alyssa stared at him through a veil of tears. It hurt, it really hurt. Her palms were soaked in blood. Two deep cuts adorned her skin and the blood continued to flow incessantly. She whimpered as the commander pulled her into his arms. "You were very brave, princess, like a true Targaryen. A maester will look into this, but I'm sure it's only a flesh wound."

Alyssa nodded haltingly. The adrenaline had left her body, she felt the exhaustion, felt the fear and began to sob.

"Everything will be fine, Princess, I promise you."

Some time later, Alyssa was sitting in the Queen's chamber with Helaena. Alicent was beside them with anger. The man who attacked the girls was in the dungeon and was being questioned. The queen had calmed her daughter while Maester Orwyle examined Alyssa's wounds and sewed them up. Alyssa hated every second of it. She watched as the thread and needle pushed through her skin, over and over again. At first she had flinched at every bite, but now she sat motionless.

"It'll heal, won't it?" Alicent asked while rubbing Helaena's back soothingly.

"It will. The scars will remain, but will fade over time. However, the princess will not be able to use her hands for the next few days. She will need help."

"Thank you Maester."

Alyssa hated being dependent on help from others. But she watched silently as the maester bound her hands so that she could not even move her fingers. As if instead of two hands she only had two lumps, as if she were a cripple.

Alicent knelt in front of Alyssa and smiled at her. "Thank you, Alyssa. You protected Helaena and made your family proud. I am so glad und thankful that you are alright."

Alyssa nodded. She would always protect her family, no matter the cost.

A knock sounded and a guard entered the room.

"Your Grace," the guard said, dragging Aemond with him.

Alicent, Alyssa and Helaena whirled on the two at the same time.

"Aemond," said the Queen, leaving Alyssa's side. She herself looked at her friend with wide eyes and wanted to get up from the chair she was sitting on, but the maester prevented her.

"What have you done?" the queen wanted to know angrily. The princesses had been attacked and now she had to take care of the prince, who broke the rules again.

"He did it again," Helaena murmured and looked at her brother blankly.

"After how many times you've been warned, must I have you confined to your chambers? After everything that happened today, I don't want to have to deal with such nonsense anymore!" The anger was clearly audible in the queen's voice.

Aemond wasn't looking at his mother, his eyes were fixed on the floor. However, Alyssa knew him too well. He had been humiliated and he was ashamed. What had Aegon, Luke and Jace done this time? Alyssa wanted to clench her fists, but couldn't. Her hands were so bandaged that she could barely use them.

"They made me do it," Aemond yelled, jerking his head up.

"As if you needed encouragement. Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding."

Alyssa narrowed her eyes. She didn't know how many more times Alicent wanted to have this discussion with Aemond. Her son wouldn't listen to her. If he didn't listen to Alyssa, he didn't listen to anyone.

"They gave me a pig," Aemond then roared, and a hiss escaped Alyssa.

It was only then that he noticed that she was there too. He looked at her, blush gracing his cheeks, his eyes full of tears, tears of anger. Aemond looked away from Alyssa. He didn't know why she was in his mother's chambers, but his own feelings controlled him so that he couldn't think about it.

"A what?" Alicent asked blankly.

"They say they found a dragon for me. So I can claim.." Aemond fell silent, but his gaze slid to Alyssa, who looked at him in horror.

What had he wanted to claim? The dragon? His rightful place in this family? She didn't know what he was talking about, but she understand his anger.

Alicent also followed her son's gaze, but she knew immediately what Aemond was getting at and what it all had to do with Alyssa. She knew her youngest son's feelings for his cousin. She even supported them.

Ignoring the Maester's protesting words, Alyssa got up and started to leave the room.

"Princess", the maester called afterwards. "Where do you want to go? Your hands.."

"I'll find Aegon, Luke and Jace and give them the treatment they deserve." She was filled with anger. She hated it when someone treated Aemond badly. No one was allowed to treat him like that, not even his brother or nephews.

Alicent stopped Alyssa and pulled her back. "You will do no such thing. You must rest, Alyssa. You and your hands need rest."

Alyssa just snorted and tucked her bandaged hands behind her back when she felt the blank look from Aemond on her, who didn't seem to know what had happened in the princess' chambers a few moments ago. Alyssa didn't want to show him her injuries, didn't want him to worry about her. As she worried about him.

When the queen was satisfied that Alyssa would not leave the room, she turned back to her son and placed both hands on his shoulders.

"You will have a dragon one day," she tried to encourage Aemond and calm him down.

"He'll have to close an eye," Helaena said quietly and Alyssa frowned at her cousins words. Sometimes Helaena said strange things. And sometimes these strange things came true.

"I know it," the Queen continued.

"They all laughed," Aemond said quietly, staring at the floor.

Alyssa would love to run to him and hug him, but she knew he didn't want that at the moment. He didn't want her pity. He didn't want to show weakness in front of her, so she stayed where she was. But her anger towards Aegon, Luke and Jace only increased. If she could use her hands, she would beat up the three boys herself.

Alicent pulled Aemond into her arms and held him tight. Over the queen's shoulder, Alyssa and Aemond exchanged a look. She gave him a hesitant smile and nodded, as if she too was sure that one day he would have a dragon. Aemond tried to return the smile, but his eyes drifted to her hands and he frowned in confusion. He looked questioningly at Alyssa.

She just shook her head and hid her hands behind her back. Everything was fine, she was fine. Heleana was fine. And the man who did this to her was already behind bars.

Alyssa was safe. Although she could still see and feel the man and his blade as soon as she closed her eyes. 

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the man in black | knj

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: smut, pwp | strangers-to-??? ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni | ✨ word count: 1.2k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit (yes, that’s a warning), language, kissing, marking, fingering, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), spitting, soft dom!joon, creampie ✨ a/n: good god--this man has us all in a chokehold and ofc i had to write about him. this is dedicated to nat, and i also wrote a back story for this too lmfao, maybe i'll post it another time. and this is un-beta'd, so i apologize if it succkksssss lol.

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“Namjoon–” you whimpered as he strung kisses along your neck, then across your collarbone. His lips hovered above the top of your chest, teasing you. Your core was wet and aching for any kind of friction.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked in a low, husky voice, now squeezing your breast with his large hand, earning a moan from you.

You’d only met the man a few hours ago at the bar, but here you were - locked in the bathroom, panties on the ground, legs spread as Namjoon was slotted between them, calling you pet names, practically throwing all femininity out the door for this gorgeous man.

His silly little dance number with his friends and outfit had the whole bar in a chokehold, but none more than you.

You lulled your head, gasping for air when he tugged the top of your dress down along with your bra, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his warm tongue sloppy as he flicked and lapped at the pebbled flesh.

“We…we should hurry,” you urged him, hands wobbly, struggling to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter. You imagined the line outside of the bathroom to be filled with grumpy people waiting for the two of you, wondering what the hell was going on inside.

Namjoon groaned at your suggestion. He wanted to take his time with you - learn about your wants and needs, but this probably wasn’t the time to do that. He pulled away, raving over you with darkened eyes. Holding out his hand, he helped you down, then swiftly turned you to face the mirror. One hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, and the other kneading your cheek underneath your dress.

“I want you to watch yourself as I destroy this pretty pussy, ‘kay?” he stated, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, making you shudder from the softness of his lips.

Shit, that line was enough to make you come right then and there.

He stepped to the side, and you watched him undo his belt, the buckle softly clinking against the brown leather strap. He continued unfastening the button and unzipping his pants. God–he was doing everything painstakingly too slow for your liking, so you pushed your ass towards him.

“Be patient, hmm?”

Your heart skipped a beat when a sudden knock on the door alerts the pair of you that you were taking too long. Panic builds in your chest, and adrenaline pumps throughout your veins, but there is no way you were leaving this bathroom without being pumped full of his cum.

“They can wait all night if they have to,” you said, surprising him with your sudden courage.

Namjoon chuckled, spitting on his hand and then sliding his fingers into your slit, which was already soaking wet. “Guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?”

You mewled, breath hitched in your throat at the loss of his fingers. Insufferable, you were. Your body already aching and throbbing for more of him. He’d surely be the death of you.

He pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance, coating himself with your arousal. “Ready, baby?”

Before you could respond, he pushed in with one quick thrust. “Fuck–you’re so big,” you panted, falling forward, your hand caught the sink’s faucet.

Namjoon’s chest was flushed against your back, his hand trailing across your stomach, between your breasts to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Eyes. Forward.”

You nod at his command. The stretch from his girth was enough to make you dizzy, but you didn’t want to refuse his request. To be honest, you’ve never had someone make you watch yourself in the mirror, so it was a bit strange and thrilling at the same time. More than anything, you wanted to watch Namjoon come undone from fucking you.

Briefly catching his gaze in the mirror, he almost pulled out entirely, leaving his tip in your cunt, before bucking back into you. Your eyes briefly closed, then fluttered open, catching your twisted expression in the mirror as he continued snapping his hips against your ass, over and over. Every time he pushed back in, he coaxed a moan from you.

He hissed when he felt you clench around him. He could never last long when he went raw, and it was stupid of him to do so because he barely knew you, but like always, his dick always clouded his judgment.

“Namjoon–please, don’t stop. Just like that,” you cried out.

His large hands gripped your waist, thrusting repeatedly into you as hard as he could. His cock disappearing into your pussy was the best view he could ever have–a view he needed to make sure he’d get to see again.

“Shit–baby, you’re so tight. You gonna come for me?”

As much as he loved the view of your ass, he wanted to see you shatter and unravel because of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching your expression twist and turn into pleasure. With every thrust, he elicited a whimper, causing your legs to become shaky, trying your best to hold yourself up.

“Unngh–Na–Nam–Joo” you struggled to get anything out except curses. His pace began to speed up, desperate and frantic for you to reach your climax. The coiling tension in the pit of your stomach building ever since he dragged you into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror, mascara running, hair out of place, mouth agape as Namjoon fucked himself into you.

His pants and groans were like electricity running throughout your body. You wanted to hear more from him—wanted to hear how good your pussy was making him feel. You began rutting yourself back into him, causing loud smacks reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. If the people waiting outside didn’t know what was happening before, they definitely knew what was happening now.

“Fuck–Namjoon–I’m gonna come,” you whined, bringing your fingers to rub circles on your clit, making your climax even more intense. Your legs now shake uncontrollably as the tension within you snaps, your walls fluttering around his cock, struggling to bite back moans as Namjoon fucked you through your orgasm. You’d only caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you came down from your high.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon grinned, showing off that dangerous dimple that caught your eye in the first place. He continued thrusting, now chasing his own climax. His muscles tightened every time he went deeper. Your slickness dripped down his length and down to his balls, causing lewd noises to fill the air. You straightened slightly, reaching back, gently pulling on the dark locks, tangling your fingers in his hair. Namjoon grunted, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, hips jerking sloppily as he came undone, spilling his cum into your pussy.

The two of you huffed and chuckled, catching each other’s gaze in the mirror–both fucked out and partially embarrassed at having to face the mass line of people waiting for the bathroom.

Namjoon pulled out, waddling over to grab toilet paper to clean the two of you up. Handing you a small roll, you wiped yourself as best you could before you went searching for your underwear, which was probably not a good idea to put back on, considering they were on the bathroom floor.

He tucked himself back in his underwear and pants, zipping himself up, his dimpled smile on display as he watched you pull your dress back down. He beelined towards you, his index finger gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So when can I see you again?”

✨ next ~ part two

[slytherinshua]

CALIFORNIA LOVE

genre. kinda just summer love w doy thoughts. fluffy but also a bit angsty. warnings. jealousy. lots of kissing. drinking. i don't usually write in present tense so if there are mistakes im so sorry i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😭 pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 663. request. no. a/n. this is all @eternalgyu's fault that i'm writing for nomad now but srsly doy has me in a chokehold its not funny but also sangha is fighting for bias spot SO???

waking up completely hung over with doeui, hearing the murmured curses that falls from his mouth as the splitting headache hits you both at the same time. as soon as you look at each other, all you can do is just laugh and huddle closer under the blankets, alternating kisses on the other’s forehead to soothe the headaches. memories from the previous night are foggy, but all you really care about is being next to him and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath you.

after you sleep for a bit longer and wake up for the second time in the late morning, doeui runs to the store to get hangover medication and pizza. everything about the morning is lazy and unplanned, just the two of you in each other’s company until the party starts later in the day.

doeui loves how you look in his oversized shirt when he comes back from the store; your hair a mess, but your eyes shining with excitement whenever you look at him. you share the pizza, taking turns feeding each other and sneaking in kisses before you get properly dressed for going out. 

except doeui’s idea of properly dressed still involves an open summer shirt exposing his abs and toned chest. it’s perfect attire for the beach, but you can’t help but stare a bit. he can’t complete the outfit without your pearl bracelet and necklace, and in return, you steal his black cap.

drinks, games, skateboarding, swimming, sports, dares— all of the classic summer things that you could indulge in are present at every party. and it lasts for hours. you spend most of the time on the opposing team from your boyfriend, giving him teasing looks and boasting every time you won. you’ll never admit that you purposely got a little touchy with sangha just to get doeui jealous, but you couldn’t deny it either. you wouldn’t have if you hadn’t caught one of the girls staring a bit too closely at his open shirt.  

it works like a charm, from the way he pulls your wrist as soon as the game of beach volleyball is finished. when he’s sure that he’s led you out of sight of his friends, his lips find yours faster than you could speak. it’s rushed and a bit rougher than how he normally kisses you, but it’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for when you did everything you could to rile him up. when he’s satisfied with the way he’s smeared your lipgloss and slightly messed up your hair, he mutters a quick, “you’re mine” before he joins the group again, making sure you were on his team for the next round.

as the sun sets, you gather around a cooler of drinks and popsicles. you steal sips of doeui’s beer throughout the time when you’re all laughing and telling stories. he doesn’t mind. each time he catches you reaching for his can, he feels even fonder of you. but he still drinks some of your cider to make things even.

when the sun sets completely and the rest of the friend group leaves, it’s just you and doeui still sitting together on the sand, listening to the waves lap at the shore and feeling the slight chill of the wind. you lean closer to him when he rests a finger under your chin, allowing him to press soft kisses to as much skin as he could reach on your face. his breath feels warm despite how cold the air is, and you think you could easily be able to stay like this forever.

but all good things must come to an end, and for you and doeui, it ends gradually like the summer turning to fall. as the weather gets cooler, so do your hearts. doeui still thinks back to that summer love every time he looks at your pearl necklace that hangs from his car mirror, longing for one more chance to kiss you.

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,,

[dreadfutures]

brush exercise turned into Virelan Lavellan ( @rosella-writes )

brushes here (x) from @foervraengd <3 thank you mirre!

[sarahtrolls]

svalih, when you look in a mirror do you like what you see?

Do You? ^-x-^

I Nott Sure Whatt You Didd Thinkk Whenn You Didd Write Thatt... ^-x-^

Butt I Amm Me. I Didd Make A Lookk Forr My selff Thatt Exx press Me. Whenn I Lookk Inn Mirr orr I See Thingg Create By Me. Nott Whatt Docc torr Made Me. =^_^=

I Didd Learnn Readd Andd Write. I Didd Groww My Hairr Outt. I Didd Buyy Punkk Clothess Forr Perr sonn nall Style. ^-m-^

I Proudd Off My selff. ^-w-^

[merfolk-are-the-best-folk]

MerMay 2024 Day 1: Marine Biologist

Decided I would use MerMay to reignite my writing habit. Since the 'official' tags suck butt I am using the infinitely more evocative prompt list of @mossypidder. So here it is, day 1. Let's see how many days it takes until I fall off from it xD (it's under a read more bc way longer than I anticipated).

“The place where all the trackers broke and vanished is just ahead.”, the helmsman of the small vessel said, his body hunched over a monitor in the cabin showing a map of the surrounding area, with all sorts of lines and dots in different colors drawn over it. The area they were heading towards was a region where many of those lines just stopped, creating an ominous empty field of ocean on the map. “And we have no idea what is doing that, then?”

I positioned myself next to him and looked over his shoulder. Not an easy task, considering I was quite a bit smaller than the experienced seaman. “Well, I have a few theories, but nothing I am confident enough in to actually talk out loud about it. We’ll just have to see”, I said with a slight shrug. “But comparing our data with similar studies got us nowhere closer to the answer. Of course there was always an amount of tracking devices that stopped working for one reason or another. But not in this amount and very much not in this consistency regarding a location. That’s why we are here to find out.”

“That’s all fine and dandy. Just begs the question, why are you on this trip?”, another voice from behind both of us cut in. The woman who had just entered postured herself with crossed arms in the doorframe of the helm. “I thought you eggheads tend to stick with the books and computers, leaving the wet work to us.”

I felt my face flush red, not really knowing if it was anger or embarrassment, or some mixture of both, that caused this reaction. “Well, Professor Benson wanted someone at hand to evaluate any and all information we gather here right on the spot. So that’s why he sent me.”

The woman did not seem satisfied with the answer, but before she could resume the banter she was disrupted by the helmsman: “Well, we’ve arrived. Get ready.”

She just  nodded  and turned around to exit, leaving us two in the cabin. After a moment in which I was not really sure what to do or say now, fidgeting a bit with my hands, the stout man turned towards me. “Did you not hear me? I said: Get ready.”

“What do you mean?”, I asked, quite confused. I could only examine the evidence we would collect after it had been collected, after all.

“You’re going down, too. The Prof said it would be a good experience for you.”

“What?!?”, I blurted out. “But, butbutbutbut…”

“You’re a marine biologist, aren’t you? You should be able to do studies out in the field.”, he said while crossing his arms in a manner that mirrred the stance of the woman from before quite well.

“Well, I’m an undergraduate. I’m still…”

“You can stay here on the boat, not gonna throw you to the fishes against your will. But I am sure the Prof will not be happy about it.”

I stammered, trying to find excuses whyI shouldn’t go dive in a place where our devices mysteriously disappeared, but everything got blocked out by the mental image of my professor’s very famous disapproving glare. In the end I just sighed and nodded. “Yessir.” 

It took me almost twenty minutes to force myself into the wetsuit that I had assumed had just been stashed in my cabin on the off chance I wanted to look the part of a real field researcher. I exited the cabin and walked onto the stern deck of the boat and was directly exposed to the stern glare of the woman from earlier. She wore a very similar outfit, but admittedly, she looked way more comfortable in it and less like a cheap impostor. 

“Could you have been any slower?”, she asked, nevertheless handing me the rest of the diving equipment I would need for this trip.

I wanted to answer, maybe even return the mean spirited banter, but I was not able to find the right words, instead I just focussed on not embarrassing myself any further by fumbling at donning the equipment.

Another five minutes later my heart was racing as we sat down at the edge of the boat, getting ready to plunge into the depths below us. In my mind I was counting down from ten, to hype myself up for the dive and to find a reason not to just sit here at the precipice for the next two hours.

And as my mind reached the number two, it was violently interrupted by a loud, clattering noise. My head turned around and I tried to find the source of the noise as I noticed a metal object that had fallen onto the deck. I pulled off my mask to see more clearly and gasped, finding the metal ball to be a crumpled clump of scrap metal that seemed to consist solely of trashed tracking devices. And just as my mind tried to comprehend this very weird thing that just happened, another voice coming from behind ripped me right out of it. “You can keep your trash on your side of the water’s edge. Now scram!”

I turned my head towards the sea, and there was a head popping out of the water. And even without my glasses and at this distance I was very sure that this was not a normal human who had just told us off about ‘littering’...

[emblazonet]

Ok so for this theoretical MW OC trilogy I'm not ever going to write, I'm like obsessing over the idea of an older Asthore Sadryon who's already been Telvanni Archmagister for some time, and a Writ of Execution is issued and given to her ex-gf, Cathay assassin Tsiramirr. And then they have horrible kinky fucked up sex where both of them expect Asthore to end up dead by the end of it (Mirr's the top).

[carrickbender]

Saturday 6:

1. I just heard somebody in the show, "the half of it" say the phrase aloud, "the gateway to greatness is Wenatchee". And having been there, numerous times, I honestly wonder if it's ever been said before. (If you know, you know...)

2. Speaking of the east side, I finished my Lean 6 green belt practicum on Tuesday. It felt good to walk down all of the reasons why our company leader was wrong about his root cause suggestion, and why our countermeasures were clutch. We got an 88%, which means I'm now a green belt. Sad part? I had to write out every word I was going to say. Thanks long covid... but it was cogent, and swaying, and we did well.

3. I performed my end-of-quarter ritual tonight- I cleaned up the note detritus from finals week and boxed up the notes and work from the quarter I wanted to keep. It feels good to be so close to the end- a quick but hard-core summer quarter, a capstone class plus 2 fillers in the fall, then it's on to my MBA and a real job. Speaking of which, somebody finally said they want me yesterday afternoon. It's super part time till they know what I can do, but it's a start...

4. All of that being said, I shot myself in the foot with my FIN 370 class. I did awful on my final, and I only needed 30 points out of 100 on the final project to get a solid C. I guess part of my brain knows that all I'm ever hoping to need is working knowledge of NPV, IRR and MIRR, but the prof did nothing but confuse me. If I learned anything, his lectures were not the font. Thankfully the university knows, and he's not teaching it next fall.

5. On the home front, Buggy has a bug. We woke up to vomit, and he was a rotating mess of vomiting and drinking water all say. We were cleaning all day, which lead us to discover a truth about our dog: he's a stress pooper. H was running the vacuum, I was out starting a load of soiled stuffs, walk in the door and (si)Cabo was taking a dump on the floor, looking petrified. He'd already been out, gone poop, but the stress just pushes Mr Anxiety over the edge. I swear, the under 5 crowd in this house does everything in concert, including falling apart.

6. I need to thank @redsimple for the conversation that inspired the lines about Trump's bathroom, "a chandelier in the shitter, carpet near the throne, if you hit it with a black light, you're really on your own". Truly, carpeted bathrooms are the perfect allegory for DeSantis's Florida! But apparently there's no carpet, but who puts brown-ish coloured flooring in a bathroom and a chandelier on the john? I mean...

Anyhow, sorry for being a ghost and not finishing a few conversations this week. I hope yall are doing OK, cause I know a lot of us aren't. Much love- we can do this together.

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Brushes Masterpost

Wanted to have a set post on my blog of where to find brushes for digital art. These are all Free/PWYW (Pay what you want) but I highly recommend leaving a tip to these wonderful creators if you can.

Just an FYI any brush from DeviantArt requires a DA account to download unless stated otherwise!

* = I use this brush regularly.

Ron Chan Brushes

Ron Chan Watercolors (Gumroad) - These brushes are PWYW and 75% of proceeds are donated to Transgender Law Center. They work with my ancient version of CSP so it's likely they'll work with yours as well.

*Ron Chan Outline Brushes (Gumroad) - Same deal as above. I use these brushes regularly for bows, shoelaces, belt loops, ect. They work very well :]

Shrineheart Brushes

Shrineheart Stitch Brushes (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes.

Shrineheart's Free Pride Pack (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. Over 200 pride-related flag brushes.

Misc Brush Creators

*Porforever Custom Brush Sets (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. Creator allows use in personal and commercial artwork. These are wonderful pattern brushes. Great for backgrounds & tiny details.

*BrotherBaston Brush Pack (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. I use the inker brushes a LOT.

*Typesprite Brush Set Vol. 2 (Gumroad) - PWYW. I use the Ink Angular brush when signing or writing on art.

*Bri's M5 Essentials (DeviantArt) - Free brushes. A friend sent these to me and they have been my main brushes ever since!

Mirre's Set of Cross-Hatching Brushes (Tumblr Post, dropbox or csp asset store download) - Free, works on CSP versions 1.10.10 and above.

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Sheryl Crow’s “Everyday Is a Winding Road” Will Cure the Blues

Danielle PageAugust 2, 2022

In 1996, CD players became more mainstream, Independence Day swept box offices, and sitcoms like Seinfeld and Friends permeated pop culture.

While the rest of the country snacked away on blue M&Ms and Lunchables, legendary singer-songwriter Sheryl Crow casually dropped her self-titled album, featuring her now iconic song “Everyday Is a Winding Road” as the second track.

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The song quickly became a top performer, peaking at #11 on the Billboard Hot 100 that year and earning a #4 spot on the US Top 40 chart. It also became known as a favorite track of the late Prince.

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But while the song is upbeat and cheery, the deeper meaning behind “Everyday is a Winding Road” tells a personal story of resiliency Crow felt compelled to share with listeners.

Sheryl Crow’s Road to Success

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As a musical artist, Crow came from humble beginnings, teaching music during the day at an elementary school in the late 80s. She used her weekends to sing in a local band in Fenton, Missouri, which led her to meet record producer Jay Oliver. This partnership led Crow to land vocal spots on a few national commercials. From there, Crow worked as a background vocalist on tour with Michael Jackson, which led her to record for other popular artists at the time, including Jimmy Buffet, Stevie Wonder and Belinda Carlisle.

After these initial successes, Crow decided it was time to start working on an album of her own. However, Crow and her producer were ultimately unsatisfied with the result and did not release it publicly.

RELATED: The 10 Deepest Thoughts John Lennon Shared about Love, Life and Happiness

Undeterred, Crow began working with Tuesday Music Club, a collective of musicians she was introduced to through her relationship with musician Kevin Gilbert. Crow worked with the group to create her first album, Tuesday Night Music Club, which included her first hit, “All I Wanna Do.”

The album sold over 7 million copies in the US and UK throughout the 1990s. The album was given a Grammy Award for Record of The Year. Crow also took home Best New Artist and Best Female Vocal Performance that year at the Grammys, which helped pave the way for the success of “Everyday Is a Winding Road.”

The Story Behind “Everyday Is a Winding Road”

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After the release of her debut album, Crow joined the “Together Alone Tour” with headliners Crowded House, an Australian rock band. Crow formed close relationships with the band members during the tour, including drummer Paul Hester. Hester had been battling depression, for which he received therapy during the tour. Unfortunately, Hester reached a point during the tour where he felt he could not continue due to depression and needed to take a break. Reportedly, Hester’s parting words to the band’s frontman were, “Every day is a winding road.”

Observing Hester’s battle with depression on tour inspired Crow to write the song “Everyday is a Winding Road,” reflecting on how life can feel like a burden and a blessing within the span of a day. The song was featured in the 1996 film Phenomenon starring John Travolta. 

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The song’s music video reflects the song’s upbeat tone, showing Crow playing at a playground with other children. 

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Stand-out scenes include Crow swinging on a swing and sliding down slides, signifying the ups and downs of life that are alluded to within the song. Reflection is also a popular motif in the music video, showing Crow wearing reflective glasses and mirrors that passersby look into on the street.

The death of Paul Hester

Hester died by suicide in March of 2005, which is when Crow began to speak more deeply about the song’s meaning. “Some songs resonate for me more powerfully than they did when they were written,” said Crow in an interview. “And in some cases, they have taken on a new life form.”

Following Hester’s death, Crow appeared on Top of Pops, a British TV show, to speak more about how Hester inspired the song. “He inspired the song because he was such a character and so full of life,” said Crow, noting that the song is basically about the search for the meaning of life.

Analyzing “Everyday is a Winding Road”

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Crow has explained much of the meaning behind the song, including the below nod to Hester’s daughter, Sunday.

“He’s got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I’m just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I’m a stranger in my own life”

The celebration of having a daughter juxtaposed with feeling alone in life, like a stranger who isn’t truly connected to anyone despite being a father, is gut-punching. Setting lyrics like this to an upbeat track signifies the resilience of continuing on even when you’re feeling low. In fact, the phrase, “Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,” is repeated throughout the song, as if trying to write this sadness off as something everyone goes through. 

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Though the song was based on Hester’s mental health struggle, Crow said songs like this one are a gift in that they can recreate themselves to bring solace to others during difficult times. She hoped listeners would take that message away from this song when listening to it during the pandemic:

“Having been around [Hester] and seeing someone really struggling and then ultimately taking his life…it still reflects now as we are further and further into this really hard, challenging time and caring about people suffering with the mental anguish of losing jobs.”

Sheryl Crow’s “Everyday is a Winding Road” Full Lyrics

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What deeper meaning do you find in Crow’s words? Here are the full lyrics to her hit 1996 song.

“I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He says he’s been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I’ve never been there but the brochure looks nice

Jump in, let’s go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

He’s got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I’m just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I’m a stranger in my own life

Jump in, let’s go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

I’ve been swimming in a sea of anarchy I’ve been living on coffee and nicotine I’ve been wondering if all the things I’ve seen Were ever real, were ever really happening

Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine”

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Danielle Page

Danielle Page is a freelance writer, editor and content strategist whose work has appeared in National Geographic, NBC, USA TODAY, The New York Times, Cosmopolitan, Glamour, Elle, AskMen, Women's Health and many others. Page has held full-time roles as an editor and brand journalist at major publications including The Huffington Post, Bustle and currently USATODAY. Her ghostwriting client roster includes award-winning celebrities, a-list wellness experts and well-respected career coaches. A regular contributor to many well-known websites in the lifestyle space, she's most known for her work covering health, travel and relationships. She resides in Astoria with her black cat, Nightmare.

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To Chief Bogo: Have you ever felt insecure about your intimidating appearance scaring people and animals off?

Bogo: "My... intimidating aura, as I'm electing to call it, can be useful in my line of work, however... it can present additional challenges. Like the time I attempted to give a family of chipmunks who had been robbed a reassuring smile... that left them all terrified. Thankfully, one of my officers has sent me a link to a ZooTube video about how to improve one's smile. In fact, let me just pull it up right now."

Hooves clack across the keyboard, the Chief leaning in and adjusting his glasses.

Bogo: "Ah, yes. Now, there's no audio, and the writing is a bit on the small side, so I need to lean in close to read it and to see the examples present, but so far it is instructing me on several exercises to practice while looking at myself in the mirr--AGH!"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Bogo falls over and out of his chair as a high pitched screech comes from his computer's speakers. The monitor got shifted, revealing a gruesome snarling monster face, vaguely resembling an opossum, but with hideous pustules and red eyes.

Bogo: "WILDE!!!"

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White-out

The world turns completely white early Wednesday afternoon. The window’s a good three feet away from where he’s laid out on Dick’s bed and, although the view into the street has never been pretty, Jason’s never seen it non-existent before. Total white-out. Weeklong snowstorms morphed into a massive blizzard bad enough even crime had to come to a freeze.

Snow day, Dick had called it as he had dragged Jason into bed hours ago already, lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Come take a snow day with me, Jay.

Jason had discovered that to Dick snow days meant cranking up the heat in his apartment which might look as neglected as its neighbours’ but is off the grid and completely self-sustaining if need be. An isolated warmth in a hundred-kilometer-wide cold front where they get to lie on the bed naked and run their hands over each other’s bodies. Eat. Sleep. Run their hands over each other some more.

It’s the first time Jason gets to look as long as he's doing right now. See as much as he's seeing right now. The lights haven’t been off once. Dick’s gold skin bathing in a warm glow while Jason maps every scar and imperfection littering Dick’s body with his fingers, and his mouth, and his tongue. There’s so many of them. Some of them are Jason’s own doing. Like the one across Dick’s left shoulder where he was too slow not to get grazed by one of Jason’s bullets. Back from when Jason was more Red Hood than Jason Todd.

It’s probably guilt that should swirl in the pit of Jason’s stomach at the sight of it. Not this low heat licking at his spine at the knowledge he’s carved out space for himself on Dick’s body. It’s probably really messed up how he had bitten Dick there earlier, Jason ponders, idly tracing the faint indents of his teeth surrounding the scar.

Probably really fucked up how hard it had made Dick come.

“Got skin lookin’ like you like bein’ target practice,” Jason grumbles in a low voice. It’s a shitty thing to say but he likes talking shit to Dick. And Dick likes it too. Seems to like a whole lot of things about Jason he perhaps shouldn’t.

Dick laughs softly, rolls onto his back hiding some of his scar and half of Jason’s teeth marks, and hums in acquiescence.

“Bruce is even worse.”

“Christ. Don’t talk about B with our dicks out.”

More laughter. “You’re so delicate, little wing. Guess I won’t be pulling out the Bat costume for role play tonight.”

Jason grips Dick’s nipple in a mean squeeze. The bastard hardly flinches, just laughs louder and warmer until Jason can feel the bed shake with it. And Jason knows that if Dick had wanted to he could have blocked Jason’s hand. Even when he’s this relaxed. Even with his eyes closed.

“Don’t even go there.” Jason underlines his words with another nasty pinch before dragging his hand slowly down Dick’s abs.

“I won’t,” Dick agrees easily. His teeth shine white and teasing between his smiling lips. “Not until you’ve become less sexually repressed.”

And for that alone Dick really doesn’t deserve what comes next. Doesn’t deserve any pleasure or Jason making him feel good. But this is as much for Jason as it is for Dick so Jason calls Dick every colourful name he knows under his breath and grabs a handful of lube off the nightstand.

Jason loves the weight of Dick’s cock in his hand. The soft skin of it and how it grows hard and firm while he holds it. Jason curls close enough to make Dick’s body a hot line against his own and has to take care not to rut into Dick when he feels himself plump up against Dick’s thigh. Later. Now he wants to watch Dick get off.

It burns a little like shame knowing how aware Dick seems to be of Jason’s hunger. It curls red and tight in Jason’s lower belly. This tangled mess of envy and lust and craving all twisted up in Jason’s guts for years now that Dick just loves to cater to. A little cruel and a little selfish as Dick basks in the continuous glory of always getting to perform before a rapt audience of one. Up between the rooftops, limbs slicing the air like flying. Or here in the bed, legs spread for Jason to get the best view, back arched as he moans and whispers it’s so good, Jay. So fucking -Ngh- So fucking good. The words light up all of Jason’s nerves till he feels mindless with it. Fire sparking in the back of his brain. Just by hearing Dick’s breath hitch and seeing his stomach quiver with every slick drag of his hand on Dick’s cock.

Jason wants to make it slow enough to hurt. Hurt both of them. He wants to hear Dick beg and maybe cry, and go a little crazy under Jason’s administrations until his mind fractures with the pleasure enough to match up with Jason’s. Make Dick a broken thing. Make them a set.

Dick wraps a hand around Jason’s long before they reach that point. His fingers guide Jason into just the right grip and the right speed to take what he wants from him. What Dick needs to get off. And Dick has got Jason weak enough to follow his lead and speed up his strokes.

With the new pace Dick doesn’t cry, doesn’t beg, and doesn’t break for Jason in a way that would make it impossible to put him back together again without slotting parts of Jason in between the pieces. Instead Dick comes with a groan that reverberates through Jason’s bones and loudly ricochets off the sides of his skull. It’s still echoing in Jason’s head as he watches the scars of Dick’s abdomen start to shine with his mess, light dancing on Dick’s skin with every quickened breath.

Jason thinks Dick’s never looked more pretty.

Jason thinks Dick probably knows it too. Laying lax and spent on the bed with his eyes still closed, never staring back at Jason the entire time he touched him, Dick will still know. The hot twisted thing inside Jason coils even tighter. Embarrassment, greed, yearning. Maybe they’re all just the same thing.

Jason buries his face against the firm flesh of Dick’s shoulder and mutters: “you’re such a shit lay, Grayson,” into the warm skin. “You just lie there and take it. Like a goddamn pillow princess.”

Dick’s laughing again. Casually grabs a discarded t-shirt to wipe down his abs and tosses it back on the ground without care because he’s disgusting and hot and messy and Jason wishes he didn’t find it all so attractive.

“So delicate. So whiny.” Dick pushes Jason flat onto his back so he can straddle his waist. “And you dare call me a high maintenance bitch.”

“Shut up, Birdbrain. You’re projecting again.”

“Sure,” Dick declares effortlessly, reaching off to the side to grab more of the lube, muscles rippling with every twist of his torso. There’s a shiny spot just left of his navel that Dick’s makeshift towel had missed and Jason would break his own back just to lick it off his skin. “Still. Wouldn’t want to be accused of being a selfish lover.”

Jason watches Dick get ready for him. Nothing but perfect movements as Dick spreads the lube across the inside of his own thighs in thick glossy swatches. The thing with Dick is that his mind and body are one and the same. Whereas Jason will spent his time on meditation and training trying to reach a perfect synchrony, Dick just is. Art in motion.

More layers are added to the mess slowly dripping down Dick’s legs and Jason can already imagine the damp heat of Dick’s thighs around his cock. Wet and filthy. Just the way Jason likes it. Exactly like he’d had Dick three night before and Jason's orgasm had ripped through him so violently it had left nothing but static between his ears. Of course Dick had noticed. He’s always had a keen eye for Jason’s desperation.

When Dick curls over him, face gentle and lips soft, Jason can see the white darkness thrashing outside the window still. It holds them hostage, keeps a city frozen in time, but the cold doesn’t seem to reach them here.

“Jay,” Dick murmurs, brushing the white streak off his forehead. “You with me?”

Jason nods, wishing for a blizzard with no end. “I’m with you.”

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How to find your Lewis Carroll pseudonym!

your first name is an alternate derivative of the name your middle name derives from

your last name is an English word that the name your first name derives from kinds of sounds like, but with extra letters added to make it more name-like

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Imma go for a walk but then I'll be here for a bit!