#rae babbles

[raenef]

Legally I should be allowed to blow up annoying nexus users with my mind

[the-sunshine-dims]

Day 11: wings

Getting some well deserved rest

(Hi hello- have I mentioned,,, that,, me when star duo,,, them,,m,,,??)

[roseverdict]

just had a dialogue snippet come to my brain but it's honestly super-metal i think, even without story context, so.

"Just because I'm not actually using my mouth, that doesn't give you the right to put words in it."

[astereim]

was debating going back to my old blog but it has too many memories tbh

[diarydiarydiaryblank]

birthname -> caesar -> cecil -> victor -> foster -> raegan

:D

[feraecor]

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas ▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet ◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

OTL honestly i've just been very head empty but....would love to properly throw my boys ur way

@mundanemiseries | Why Aren't We Roleplaying??

I am soooooo bad at communicating and I can be pretty no thoughts-head empty too;;;;

we can always just throw the babies together and see what shenanigans they get into!

Raven is always welcomed in for a large Grandpappy hug and some gargoyle antics too!

[thesassypadawan]

In The Backseat (James x FemReader)

Summary: All summer long you’ve practically been glued to his side. Long, nighttime drives…no destination in mind with you pressed against him in the front seat. All so innocent, all so pure until you decided to take the next step in your ‘relationship’.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Age gap (20 years difference, reader is of age), mission, making it fit, fun in the backseat, and… James’ big, thick dick.

Notes: Inspired by Addison Rae's song Diet Pepsi.

- In the backseat of his car, windows rolled, fogged up. Air thick, heavy with the smell of cheap cologne…grease…sweat.

- “Are…are you sure it’s g-going to fit?” Fat tears of embarrassment roll down your reddened cheeks as you lay there. Ripped blue jeans bunched under your head…legs spread wide open.

- “Course, cause I’m gonna make it, babydoll,” he smirks. Blue eyes focused on that wet spot soaking your pink panties, stroking himself. Beads of pre dribbling down his thick shaft, his fist. “Now why don’t ya take those frilly things off…lemme see that cute, little pussy.”

- “O-okay, Jamie…” Sniffling, nodding; not wanting to upset or disappoint. You obediently do so; slipping out, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Whimpering when the cool breeze of the ac kisses your warm core. “…whatever you want.”

- Groaning, he leans over. Palm pressing against the glass, caging you in. Larger body pinning you to the seat. “Whatever, huh?” Fat tip teasing up and down your slit. Covering himself in your slick, smearing his all over your folds. “Ain’t ya the sweetest.”

- Calloused hand trails down your side, your hip. “Know exactly what I like to hear. Long wit…” Squeezes, smacks your ass hard enough to make it ripple; elicits a high-pitched squeal. “…that.”

- Inked fingers wind around, grip your thigh. “Now, why don't ya be a good girl for me.” Pillowy flesh spilling through the gaps when he tightens his hold, hikes it up onto his waist. “Just lay there…” Head pushes, prods at your entrance. “…take everything I give ya.”

- Surging forward, he buries his cock to the hilt. Your lips parting, falling open in a silent cry. Vision filling, blurring with more tears…from the stretch sending sparks of searing pain up your spine.

- “Sssh, it's okay, darlin…don’t need to cry,” he coos. Rubbing ‘soothing’ circles on your skin, voice laced with mock sympathy. As he slowly shifts his hips back, the drag making your gummy walls involuntarily flutter and burn. Until only a few girthy inches remain stuffed inside. “Gonna take good care of ya, make ya feel real good.”

- Shoving, forcing your knee towards your chest; he slams into you once more. Rougher, stronger…deeper this time. Knocking the air out of your poor lungs, kissing your cervix. Making you squeal and squirm beneath him; heat starting to blossom in your stomach. “Big… B-big…”

- Thrusts are harsh, wild. Pounding, bullying your poor cunt. “Yeah, and you’ll learn to love it…” Smug look on his face, watching your tits bounce with each powerful drive. “Only one ya ever gonna need…”

- Pace picks up, grows brutal. Balls slap heavily against your pert bottom; sound of skin on skin seemingly so loud, almost deafening to your ears. Body beginning to tense, mind hazy and clouded. “Too… It’s too much… I…”

- Pushing your knee further, pressing down onto you harder. James' neck strains, adams apple bobs. “What? Gonna come…already?” Hot breath fans across your face, neck. Lips brush across his gold cross, cherry red streaks staining the reflective surface. “Fuck…all right. Come for me then…drench my dick all prettily.”

- So drunk on pleasure, on pain. That's all it takes to send you spiraling, crashing. Pussy clamping, clenching around him. Waves of ecstasy washing over, overwhelming you to the point where all you manage is to babble, mewl. Whine desperately when…

- Abruptly, he pulls out; sets back on his knees. Eyes sweeping over, taking in your disheveled state…your mascara streaked, blotchy face. Smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pumping himself steadily, tip aimed downwards.

- “Sorry, sweetheart,” he grunts. Twitching, first drops starting to leaks out. Gaze locked with yours. “Ain't ready to share ya with a brat yet.”

- Growling low, rope after rope of hot cum spew forth. Painting your stomach, pussy. A few stray drops landing on, staining your shirt…dribbling onto the seat.

- Still blissed out, body still humming in ecstasy. Faintly you’re aware of him muttering; cleaning you off with something soft, lacey… “Let’s go for a drive.” Redressing you in your jeans, your now soiled panties… “Get ya a diet pepsi for being such a good girl. Let ya sit in my lap the whole time.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @avescorner-blog, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @princessswifie, @jediavengers, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen

[strangesthirdeye]

A detective and a part time dad (SH x wife! Reader ft baby)

Summary: only a detective whose part time job is to look after his son. Warning: it's Sherlock. He's detective. Sweet, fluff, baby, love, warm, William can be 5 or 6 months years old. (The Sixth Thatcher references ahead) As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"you just need to make his milk and heat his milk if it's cold. And make sure his diapers are always clean" You told Sherlock as you put your wallet in your handbag.

"what if he cries? How to stop him crying?" Sherlock adjusted baby William's support in his arms. Sometimes he took out William's hand that was put in his mouth.

William babbling in protest after his wet hand was removed from his mouth. Sherlock then wiped William's hands and mouth with a napkin.

"Just sway him when you pick him up until he fell asleep or give him that soft cookie or when all that is useless maybe you should give him attention" You cooed at William with a sweet smile while stroking William's cheek with your finger.

"Didn't he always get attention?" Sherlock replied while stroking William's small foots.

"perhaps he needs your attention more." You said then walked to the door of the flat and put on your black jacket. "I won't be gone for long, I just want to settle some files in St's Bart. So you, young man. Be good to daddy, okay?" you muttered to William as you played with his little hand.

William let out a small babbling and then showed a wide toothless smile. Sherlock then sighed a little. Right, this is the first time he took care of baby William. So far only you know how to handle William with what he wants but now it's Sherlock's job.

You noticed Sherlock's concerned face and looked softly at him then you put your hand on Sherlock's cheek. "don't worry, I'm sure Will can cooperate with you. You boys go have fun while I do work, ok?" You stroke Sherlock's cheek and kiss Sherlock's lips passionately.

Sherlock returned the kiss and nodded slightly. You smiled gently and walked out of the flat. The flat door is slammed, signifying that you had left and there was only Sherlock and William left. Mrs Hudson went out to London to visit a friend far away so there are only two people living in the flat for now.

Sherlock then looked at his son who was also looking at Sherlock's face with his mouth and his shirt wet with saliva. Sherlock looked narrowly at his clone.

"Wonder what's going on in your head" Sherlock wiped William's lips.

William wailed happily and patted Sherlock's chest as his feet kicked in the air in Sherlock's arms.

"Ok Will, now.. what should we do?" Sherlock looked around for a moment trying to think of what activity they should be doing. William let out a small cooes trying to get Sherlock's attention. Sherlock then looked at his son's chubby face with calculating on his face.

"fancy a game of Cluedo?"

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"Already told John the victim could be a suspect but he didn't believe it and said that's not how this game works." Sherlock mumbled to himself as he flipped through the cards in his hand.

William who was sitting on the strap on John's chair (like Rosie's chair in The Six Thatcher) let out a loud wail as if agreeing with his father and waved his hands in the air.

"see, you agree with me"

William babbling while bubbling his lips with saliva creating a bubble. Sherlock wiped William's lips with a napkin.

"well, the rules are wrong"

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"no you can't put my magnifying glass in your mouth" Sherlock snatched his magnifying glass from William's grasp and put it on the dining table so William couldn't reach it.

William then screamed in protest trying to slap his father's hand with his chubby hand. His feet kicked in the air several times quickly.

"you cannot put that in your mouth, understand?" Sherlock kneeled in front of his son in front of the baby seat.

William then stopped screaming in protest and looked at his father's face with a red face. And immediately his face scrunched up in sadness and started crying loudly.

Sherlock panicked and didn't know what to do and then he got up and lifted William from his seat. His hands held William's small body tightly and swayed left and right trying to calm William down. But it doesn't work. William kept raging and sobbing as he pressed his face to Sherlock's chest. This is tiring. Sherlock was stumped. He doesn't know how to calm his own son let alone persuade him to stop crying.

Soft cookies were given but William still wanted to put something hard in his mouth. What did you say before? William started teething? Is that what you call? Perhaps his gums are already itchy and uncomfortable, that's why he always puts hard things in his mouth to relieve his itchy gums.

Sherlock sighed tiredly. William was still struggling in his arms but his face pushed into Sherlock's chest making Sherlock's shirt wet with his tears and saliva.

Sherlock then gave up and put William back in his seat and walked towards the corner of the living room where there was a toy box and reached one of William's toys. Sherlock then kneeled in front of William and held out a toy magnifying glass towards William with a soft face.

"You can put this in your mouth. At least it's a little soft and won't hurt your gums" Sherlock said softly and put the magnifying glass toy in William's hand.

William, whose face was red and had streaks of tears on his face, looked at the toy in his hand for a long time. Sherlock smiled genuinely at William. Not a few seconds later, William threw his toy magnifying glass at Sherlock's face precisely making Sherlock startled and dumbfounded.

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After a few hours later, Sherlock and William slept together on the couch. William who was lying face down on Sherlock's chest snored slowly while Sherlock had his arms around William's small body protecting him from falling. The father and son were sleeping so soundly that they didn't even hear the flat door being opened by you who had just returned from work.

You expect this flat to be noisy with William crying or Sherlock mumbling to himself but no. This flat is quite quiet. Weird. You took off your jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door then slowly you went up the stairs to flat 221B. As soon as you arrived in front of the door of the flat, you slowly opened the door and were stunned to see your husband and son sleeping soundly on the couch. You refrained from making a sound. This scene is too sweet and it will give you a cavity but what the heck, it's too cute.

You slowly took out your phone and opened the camera and pointed your phone at your two boys and snapped the picture to make memories. This is so cute. You chuckled softly and walked without footsteps to your bedroom to change your clothes and bring a blanket to join the two of them.

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

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[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | Dad headcanons

I’ve done it. I made them, it took so long. Enjoy.

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust

Hasan and Skin on Skin in the hospital. He’s just this big man sipping on his juice, my man definitely passed out at least once during the birth, with his little baby boy sleeping on his chest. Hasan is also probably sleeping. Everyone in the hospital room has had a long day, but it’s a peaceful few minutes.

He’s so soft and gentle with the baby. It genuinely surprised him with how small the boy is. Like he’s seen newborns before, he even held them. But his own kid??? It has to be a Big Boy, I mean your stomach was so large when you were pregnant. So when he first held it, it blew his mind, and also unlocked the new fear of how easy it could be to harm him.

He likes to stare at you before, but now anytime he see you with the kid he actually just stops for two to three minutes to watch the two of you. It does not matter where you all are or what is going on, he’s just obsessed with his new little family.

It was decided that you would go on shifts with the kid, he’d take the day and you the night. His job makes it easy for him to be able to get up when he’s in the middle of something and take care of the kid, and it also makes sure that you're able to recover.

This leads to a lot of the baby being on stream, and Hasan has mixed feelings about that. Ultimately it’s decided that The kid can be on stream but everyone knows that his name is not to be said anywhere online. Insead the kid is called different pet names, a lot of Turkish ones.

Also when Hasan has guest on the stream, you can bet that they are holding that baby. Austen, Will, QT, Rae, everyone. He’s just a social little boy, and he loves being with people. Like he’ll babble at people when their holding him, not his father though he’s just so entranced with that man.

One of these bitches being in the streaming room, There will just be segments where he could be talking about some super serious political stuff and there is just a baby looming in the background.

The chat constantly undermining him when he says the baby needs to do something. Like they be typing things like “Let him speak” anytime they baby is on stream or “Ask him first” when Has is getting ready to put him down for a nap.

One of the most notable changes to the stream format is that there is now a section where the kid gets to talk about something random for like 10 minutes. Sometimes it’s about things he’s learned, other times the kid is just like “Cows moo '' Hasan  gets so into it and loves encouraging it. Always asking for more.

Anytime this kid is on stream he’s offering his snacks to the people around him. Hasan is the only person who always takes the food, but most people take it most of the time.

Chat also freaks out everytime when He babbles into the microphone. They also lose their shit when he says his first on stream. Honestly no one’s ready.

Speaking of the baby talking, he is raised in a bilingual house. Hasan is adamant on the kid knowing turkish, you also take up learning it. The look he gives on you when you say anything in his first language. He just loves you so much.

Hasan is also obsessed with holding the kid. Like as a newborn, this kid is just in Has’s arms whenever possible. He’s holding this kid like a football all the time, it’s really one of the only holds the kid likes. He also is constantly wearing a baby carrier, he forgets that he’s wearing most of the time. He’ll go one stream and just see a chatter mentioning it and he's like ”Oh shit”.

As the kid gets a bit older the kid likes to mess with Hasan’s beard. He’s entranced with it. It’s a bit annoying at first but Hasan grows to love it, to the point of learning how to talk/rant while making faces.

I personally don’t think that the kid would have a favorite, but i do think that he would pick up on Hasan habits more than yours. Like the kid would start staring at you, he doesn’t like biting his fingernails but he does like putting his hands in his mouth.

Hasan is an arts and crafts dad.

Like he’s doing the finger painting, the macaroni noodle art,  He’s making matching bracelets for all three of you. When I was in kindergarten we made these Santa Ornaments out of clay. There is definitely at least one of them.

More about those bracelets, the are from those bracelets kits that you make on you can buy at any store. They have little charms on them, one for each of you, and have little nicknames spelled on them. Hasan’s has “papa bear” , the kids says “lil bear” and so on.

Also Hasan loves putting the boy in jewelry, honestly is basically a love language at this point. He just finds so much joy in having his little baby decked out in his absurdly large necklaces. Same goes for his hats and clothes. They just drown the kid.

On the topic of clothes, Hasan loves matching his son. Its another love language of his. He’d wake up with the baby and let him out what shirt to wear, then he’d change the kid into something that matches. There are some days when all three of you are matching, not like you're all wearing the same shirt but like it's the same color scheme or shoes.

Hasan is also obviously a PTA parent, there is not a meeting he’s not at. He’d be there with his youngest attached to him, just verbally attacking others ``Valery, not only is your pie bad but your ideas are stupid. You aren't even considering the fact that there are people, children, who live outside of the district that your proposal will affect. Or did you not consider that.” and “You can’t cook worth shit” it’s a whole job in itself to get him to stop cursing when making a point.

I mentioned going to family owned/hole-in-the- wall places when dating, but when he y’all have a family? Museum trips all the time, The family owned restaurants? They know you three so well to the point of the owner treating you like family themselfs.

Everytime he walks past his kid, no matter what he’s doing, he could be on an important phone call, he’s saying to the kid. He makes it a point to always stop and say “hello” while waving. This is the main reason why his son's first steps are because he wasn't greeted when Hasan was walking past him to go back on stream. The kid obviously follows him, Hasan does see him once he’s sat down, he of course picks him up and starts to talk to him, it is then that he realizes that his kid went from one room to another without anyone helping him. He gets super excited.

It is at this point the kid becomes a little pest. He’s always interrupting everything, streams, videos, calls, whatever. He comes in shots ``Papa look” and hands him something random, leaves, rocks, cords, just random things he’s found in the house or in the backyard. He once brought him a bug that was alive, which made for a fun clip.

This kid also has this habit of running up to the microphone saying “Hi” and running off. Hasan will always run after to bring him back on stream, it's always a good laugh.

When the boy starts saying curse words, because he really is so much like his dad, you make it Hasan’s job to have the kid understand when the correct time to use those kinds of words are. It’s just Hasan getting on knees in the middle of a store to explain to his son why shouting “fuck” after dropping and breaking a container of pickles in the store is not the right time or place for that kind of language.

Big fan of mentioning the baby on podcast. He’ll be on Chadvice and say things like ”Chat you can trust me, I mean look, I’m a real man, I have family. You can trust me.” You could catch him on the Fear& podcast just holding the baby while Will keeps  asking the bay for his opinions.

He is a family man, you know that he is constantly taking pictures of both you and the kid. When the two of you are napping together? He takes like five. Making dinner together as a family, he gets so many pictures, anytime his hands aren't full he’s taking one. As do you, He has the kid and is entertaining him and doesn’t release that you're up? You have so many pictures of him playing with his son and the trucks. Hasan and his son are in the pool? you definitely have like a hundred photos of that.

Hasan takes the kid to basketball practice with him, always making sure that the kid gets at least one score each time. He holds the boy while the boy has a ball in his grasp, just walking up to the basket so the kid can score. Everyone who is there makes it a big deal.

The kid not wanting to go from his crib to a big boy bed? It’s decided that the thing to do is sleeping in the bed with the kid until he knows that it's safe to sleep there alone, and on nights when Hasan is the one to sleep with the boy, you bet all 6’5 of him is scrunched up on a twin bed, it makes for such a funny sight.

[claymoresword]

We're Burned For Better

Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out Aegon is really her son.

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, viserys targaryen

Note: i have nothing to say besides the fact that this was necessary. i just had to write this.

“Rhaenyra– can you say Rhaenyra?”

“Rae..nuh.”

Little Aegon babbles as the Princess repeatedly bounced him on her lap.

Rhaenyra shrugs. An easy smile forms on her lips, one Alicent can be seen imitating.

“Close enough.”

A sudden jolt of the carriage and Aegon instinctively wrap his hand around Rhaenyra’s arm.

“Well isn’t this splendid.”

Viserys starts and Rhaenyra suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

Two years passed and the resentment she felt for her father had only festered.

In truth, so much has happened since his betrothal to Alicent she’s forgotten exactly why she was angry.

“The whole of our family off to celebration and adventure in the Kingswood.”

Her father continues and Rhaenyra makes no effort to acknowledge him. Instead she holds up Aegon’s toy for him to grab, brushing strands of hair out of his face.

Viserys observes the interaction.

“You will be with your own child, sooner than late– and make me a proud grandsire.”

Rhaenyra doesn’t fight her incredulous expression. Although, she did have to stop herself from laughing in his face.

She opens her mouth to retaliate but is interrupted by Alicent.

“It’s not so bad, Aegon came quickly and without fuss.”

Alicent reassures and her airy tone only left Rhaenyra feeling unsettled.

Sharing a space with her father and his lady wife was always an uncomfortable affair. It never failed to make Rhaenyra feel suffocated.

An awkward silence surrounds the carriage and Viserys tries again.

“You should ride out with me today. Join in the chase.”

“I’d rather not.” The Princess was quick to answer.

“The boars squeal like children when they’re being slaughtered. I find it discomforting.”

Viserys takes a swig of his ale.

“How would you like to participate?”

“I’m not sure why I must.”

“Because you are my daughter, the Princess. You have duties.”

“As I am ceaselessly reminded.” Rhaenyra mutters under her breath.

Viserys clenches his jaw and the Princess can’t help but feel a bit victorious.

He holds his arms out and Rhaenyra lifts Aegon off her lap.

The boy fusses before Viserys has the chance to hold him.

She lets out a chuckle before setting Aegon back down on her lap.

“Oh it’s alright my young Prince. Is the old man bothering you as well?”

Bouncing her leg for comfort.

“Don’t cry.”

She whispers and Aegon quietly obeys, turning his attention back to his toy dragon.

“You wouldn’t need to be reminded of your duties if you ever attended to them.”

Viserys says through gritted teeth before the carriage comes to a stop.

The King walks out without another word and Aegon’s caretaker grabs the baby quickly, leaving the carriage with him in her arms.

Rhaenyra rejects any eye contact attempted by Alicent. She exits, taking note of the large crowd awaiting their arrival.

Alicent swallows her pride, brushing off Rhaenyra’s dismissal.

Schooling her expression she steps out. She is stunned for a moment as the Princess held out her own hand, helping Alicent get off the carriage.

Her hand still in Rhaenyra’s, she studies the Princess’ expression and for a moment there is familiarity.

Alicent sees her best friend, the woman she loves.

Rhaenyra’s steely exterior quickly restored, she denies Alicent any opportunity to thank her. Swiftly walking ahead of the Queen, through the crowd.

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Rhaenyra’s irritability felt like a low rumble in the pit of her stomach, contained but still intrusive.

Lord Lannister’s slimy attempt at winning her hand only worked to turn her rage into an intolerable pounding in her head.

“Is that what I am to you? A prize to proffer about to the great houses?”

The King turns around and is met with his daughter’s irate expression.

“You are of age, Rhaenyra.”

“Jason Lannister is an excellent match. Since you came of age, I’ve been drowning in a lake of parchment flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals all.”

“I have tried, often to discuss it with you. But you’ve refused me at every turn.”

Viserys raises his voice and Rhaenyra rolls her eyes.

“That is because I do not wish to get married.”

“Even I do not exist above duty Rhaenyra!”

Her father shouts and it only ignites her own wrath.

“Your Grace.”

The Lord Hand interrupts and the several eyes around the room peering in their direction only urges Rhaenyra to flee.

She storms out without another word.

“Rhaenyra!”

She ignores Alicent calling out to her, quickly mounting her horse to ride out into the forest on her own.

--

The Princess dismounts her horse by the river, she found herself observing the steady stream.

In this moment she can breathe again.

It is as if the constant flow of water washed out any trace of anger in her system.

A heaviness begins to loom over Rhaenyra again when she hears the sound of a horse galloping. As it got closer she quickly recognised it to be Alicent.

Ser Criston came along as her escort.

She watches as Alicent dismounts the horse.

Rhaenyra fails to greet the Queen, turning her attention back to the water.

“You may go, Ser Criston I will ride back with the Princess.”

“But–”

“The Queen commands you to leave us at once.”

Criston hesitates.

“I will remain at a distance Your Grace but I cannot leave you here unprotected.”

Criston takes his leave before Alicent gets the opportunity to command otherwise.

Alicent steps closer to Rhaenyra and after a beat the Princess breaks the silence.

“State what it is that you want, Alicent.”

The Queen furrows her eyebrows, foolishly she hadn’t prepared for Rhaenyra’s harshness.

“I do not wish anything from you Rhaenyra. I only wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Rhaenyra lets out a sigh.

“You needn’t worry for me Your Grace. I am perfectly fine, please return to your husband.” Rhaenyra practically spits the last statement.

More silence falls between them but she doesn’t attempt to walk away.

“What happened back there? I thought today was rather pleasant–”

Rhaenyra lets out a laugh, although there is no humour behind it.

“Pleasant for who? You? Or my father?”

She challenges but Alicent doesn’t falter.

“Do you not tire from holding this grudge Rhaenyra? None of it needs be this way.”

Alicent reaches for the other woman’s hand experimentally.

Rhaenyra steps back, letting out a scoff.

She is no longer using her words.

Inevitably walking away from Alicent she prepares to mount her horse.

“Whatever you say, Your Grace.”

Alicent now feeling her own frustration, she struts after Rhaenyra.

“Don’t do that.”

“I only hoped after today that you'd make an effort to spend more time with us."

She keeps her tone cordial but it only seemed to infuriate Rhaenyra further.

“Why would you ever expect that from me?”

Rhaenyra steps closer, her attempt to intimidate Alicent only causes her own breath to hitch in her throat.

Their close proximity forces a flood of memories into the forefront of her mind, memories she is quick to suppress.

“Because we are a family.”

Alicent says and Rhaenyra rolls her eyes.

“Bullshit.”

She turns to walk further away, abandoning her effort to get on her horse. She could not bear to look at her Queen.

“And because he is your son.”

Alicent mutters, barely audible but loud enough to stop Rhaenyra in her tracks.

Turning around to face her, she notices Alicent’s eyes welling up with tears.

Rhaenyra’s head is pounding again.

“What did you say?”

Alicent’s chest heaving as she holds back a sob.

The sight compelled Rhaenyra to step closer to her.

“Aegon is your son.”

Alicent repeats but it does nothing to subdue her confusion. Rhaenyra shakes her head in disagreement.

In disbelief.

“Alicent..”

Rhaenyra tries but could not find it in herself to conjure a coherent sentence.

“I found that I was with child days before the wedding.”

“Rhaenyra, you are the only one I had ever laid with.”

The Princess stumbles backwards as if she had just been struck. She clutches her chest until the searing pain subsided.

Her own eyes now brimming with tears.

“Why keep this from me?”

Alicent doesn’t respond instead she has her face in her hands as heavy sobs racked her body.

Rhaenyra closes the gap between them, wrapping her arms around Alicent.

“I’m sorry.” The Princess says and she feels Alicent grip her tighter.

What exactly she was apologising for, she could not say for certain.

She was sorry for not being around to raise Aegon alongside her.

She was sorry that Alicent married the King instead of her.

Rhaenyra was also sorry for the impending knowledge that Aegon’s true parentage was a secret that had to be kept between them, for they both realized that the implications were dire.

Their baby boy, a blessing as much as he is a curse.

Rhaenyra releases Alicent from her grasp, she looks into her eyes and it hits her all at once.

“Aegon’s our son?”

Rhaenyra breathes out, still incapable of processing her new reality.

Alicent reaches up to wipe the fresh tear coming down Rhaenyra’s cheek. She could not help the smile that forms on her lips.

“He’s our son.”

[raenef]

i made an atelier icon and its very graphic design is my passion

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

hehehehehe hi alura🥰 <-------- me, about to be completed deranged

so you know how hongjoong's such a jealous guy right? now imagine him trying to flip the tables on you and make YOU jealous. but you see right through it, of course you do. imagine him flirting with the waitress while you're having dinner together and you were going to just let it go at first cause you know that he's just doing that to rile you up. but then, the waitress starts flirting back. oh no. you simply can't have that can you? and so you get up and drag hongjoong to the restroom and hongjoong's smriking cause now he's riled you up AND he get's fucked. and he's still wearing that shit eating grin when you pull his trousers down and rub your hand over his dick. or maybe finger him. whatever. anyways hongjoong's getting lost in the pleasure fast but he's still trying to keep his voices low. and that pisses you off more. you want everyone to know that he belong to you and so you tell him that if he suppresses his sounds, you're not gonna let him cum. and he immediately starts moaning your name loudly, even as his ears turn red. of course he does, what a slut. but you're going to let him off hook that easily. so as soon as he's going to cum, you stop and pull your hand away. ignoring hongjoong's dumbstruck expression, you sweetly mutter something about how your food must be here already and that he must be so hungry, let’s go eat dinner. and you walk back proudly, hongjoong scrambling to follow you. the waitress doesn't look at either of you again for the whole time you're in the restaurant. and you both get back home? let’s just say things get very interesting

"but mommy that's not fair!" he'd whimper as you tuck him back in his pants. but who ever said anything about playing fair?

"oh did i say i'd let you cum? my bad. you're not getting off for a long while, baby." you'd give his dick a little pat and then it’s off to the table to endure what is probably the most awkward dinner anyone in that restaurant has ever experienced. but the embarrassment is far outweighed by the satisfaction of knowing you’ve made it clear who owns him.

the whole time you’re eating, you can feel him lightly kicking at your shins to get your attention but you don’t give in, knowing what he really wants is for you to play with him under the table. even during the drive home, he’s insufferable. he keeps begging to be touched and tries to grab your hand while he’s driving but you simply swat his thigh and he knows he’s in for it the second you enter your apartment.

from there, he’s babbling apologies and begging to touch you, defending his request as “a chance to make it up to you” when you know all he wants is for you to get just worked up enough to let him off the hook. so you ensure that the rest of the night is torture for him.

“you wanna cum? fine then. i’ve made you wait long enough.” he babbles out his thanks but it quickly turns to begging for mercy when you refuse to let up with a sadistic grin. “stop? but it’s what you wanted baby.” you pout. “i’m gonna make sure you get what you want until the sun comes up.” and for some reason, it terrifies him in the best way.

————

hey babe what the fuck 🤠 dunno if that’s directed at me or you but you know

thanks for that mental image, rae. i’ll be dreaming of it.

[justanothersong]

More Polin babble.

Okay okay okay so did we notice in S3E2, at the market, just after Penelope says she should get back before they are noticed and Rae goes to follow her, the LOOK that Rae gives Colin?!

It's very much an mmhmm, I see you Mister Man...

She knew what was up before Colin OR Pen did.

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: Can you believe this shit, Jimmy?

JIMMY: H-h-h-hey

JIMMY: D-d-d-d-don't d-d-d-diss s-s-someone w-w-w-with b-b-b-big d-d-d-dreams 

JIMMY: N-n-n-not cool

TOLKIEN: I will if said dreams are ridiculous and stupid

TOLKIEN: Like being a jackass influencer

STAN: Can we shut up about Craig being a Dollar Store Addison Rae, please?

STAN: I'm getting a migraine listening to this idiotic babbling about how many likes he has

STAN: Just stop, he already does it enough

KYLE: Didn't you start bullying him though?

KYLE: Because it was funny?

STAN: Well it's not now sooooo…. shut up

CLYDE: WHO WAS MOVING THE POINTER THINGIE ON THE BOARD PLEASE CONFESS I WILL CRY

KENNY: I thought you were “manly”

CARTMAN: Woah Kenny, it is 2023 and you’re still throwing around male stereotypes?

CARTMAN: You’re getting C A N C E L E D 

CARTMAN: GUYS KENNY DOESN’T THINK MEN SHOULD CRY

KENNY: HE LITERALLY SAID HE HAD BIG MAN HANDS

KENNY: HE ADMITTED TO GOING TO HOME DEPOT????

KENNY: WHAT AM I BEING CANCELED FOR TELLING THE TRUTH?????

CRAIG: Wow, Kenny, and I thought we were friends, Smh my head

KENNY: WHAT????????

TOLKIEN: Can you move things, Mr. Spirit, sir?

CRAIG: That was so  gay of you

CARTMAN: Why would you assume it was a man???

TOLKIEN: Why would you assume, it's an it?

CARTMAN: ….

TOLKIEN: Exactly

CRAIG: Preach 

CLYDE: IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

KENNY: CLYDE SHUT UP!!! AND STOP MOVING, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BEHIND YOUR FAT HEAD

CLYDE: I'M GONNA CRYYYYY

KENNY: GOOD

KYLE: S….u…..r……e

CRAIG: Sure?

CRAIG: So the ghost wants to be basic?

CRAIG: Lmao based

STAN: Oh my god shut up

STAN: Please.

TOLKIEN: It could have just used the yes, why would it go through so much effort to give an answer?

CLYDE: Maybe they want to be best friends and are worried about messing things up or being impolite?

CRAIG: That's so based of them, frfr, lol

STAN: A ghost wanting to befriend a bunch of high, lowlife teenagers?

STAN: Yeah, I'm not buying it

CLYDE: F….u….

CLYDE: AWHHH

JIMMY: N-n-n-n-nice g-going st-st-stan, you r-r-ruined our ch-chances of be-be-bef-f-friending C-Casper, a-asshole

STAN: There is no way you actually believe this, right?

STAN: We are all in a simulation

STAN: None of this is real

STAN: We are all in a coma because the government wants to control us

STAN: Trying to make us all boy kissing gays

STAN: But not me, no

STAN: I'm smarter than all of you, so I know I can't be controlled

STAN: This Ouija board is the way for the government to mind control us

STAN: Do not be deceived.

TOLKIEN: Shut up Stan, quit talking out of your ass

STAN: Ass….A…S…S……Actual…..Super…..Sexual…..Sexual as in….Homosexual….

STAN: YOU'RE A GOVERNMENT SPY!

KYLE: Ignore him, Tolkien

TOLKIEN: Have been.

STAN: YOU’RE ALL CONSPIRING AGAINST ME!

CRAIG: Lmao holy shit I need to record this

STAN: YOU'RE ALL JUST MAD BECAUSE I KNOW THE TRUTH!!! YOU ALL ARE BRAINWASHED!!!!

CRAIG: Stan…. bffr… smile for the camera

STAN: NO!!! THOSE CAMERAS PUT MICROCHIPS IN YOUR HAND LIKE THEY HAVE THE VACCINES

CRAIG: Is he /j or /srs rn?

KYLE: He's serious, unfortunately

KYLE: Let's just move on before I get an aneurysm

KENNY: Good idea

KYLE: Is…. anything moving?

TOLKEIN: Oh I don't know, Kyle, can a blind person see?

KYLE: ….

TOLKIEN: No, exactly

CLYDE: IT'S SO DARK IN HERE I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK!!!

TOLKIEN: No, Porkchop, you aren’t

CLYDE: I AM NOW!!

STAN: Everything is all so dark

STAN: It's what they want

KYLE: It's what who wants? STAN: Aliens…. they want to steal our sun…

CRAIG: Haha lmao imagine believing in aliens, couldn’t be me

JIMMY: Wh-wh-wh-what's that n-n-noise?

JIMMY: C-C–C–C–C-C-Craig…. Is th-the ac on?

CLYDE: TURN THE AC OFF YOU MONSTER!!

CLYDE: LEAVE US BE!!

CLYDE: WE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS BEFORE YOU TOLD US TO GO FUCK OURSELVES!

CLYDE: BUT NAY! NAY WE SAY! CLYDE: WE, THE HUMAN COUNCIL

TOLKIEN:...... What-

CLYDE: SAY GO FUCK YOURSELF

CLYDE: GOOD DAY SIR OR MA’AM CARTMAN: OR MX!

CLYDE: OR MIXTAPE

CRAIG: Lmao okay slay, ate, ate and left no crumbs. Not a single crumb inside, bro ate the plate too frfr

(EDITS MADE BY @Pissblanket)

[birinboom]

🫵 question time 💃 ⁉️

What element do you think represents you most and why? (it doesnt have to match your zodiac signs)

favorite candy when you were a kid vs favorite candy now?

Do you have a song or songs that make you super happy? if so what are they?

What’s your ideal relaxing day like?

Would you rather be able to talk to animals or be able to read people’s minds?

You're gracing my inbox again, Mariposa, thank you!! 🥹💖💖💖

What element do you think represents you most and why? (it doesnt have to match your zodiac signs) Water for sure. I love swimming, I love looking at bodies of water, I love listening to the ocean or a babbling brook. I love it. And it so happens that it DOES match my zodiac sign. The western one at least. I'm a Scorpio. Chinese zodiac, though, I'm a fire rabbit and everything I just said goes out the window.

favorite candy when you were a kid vs favorite candy now? Gummies, especially watermelon, strawberry, lemon, or banana flavored and milk chocolate, both then and now. I remember going to my local candy store as a kid and buying these chocolates filled with strawberry-flavored fluff. They were so good. 🤤

As an adult, though, I've grown fond of liquorice too. But only the sweet kind, I still don't like the salty kind, too strong 🤢

Do you have a song or songs that make you super happy? if so what are they? I have a few (actually I have many but I always forget about them.)

'Electric Blue' by ICEHOUSE. I'm belting along if it's on the radio

'I Don't Wanna Wait' by OneRepublic. I listen to this on repeat (I should listen to it now)

'Cut to the Feeling' by Carly Rae Jepsen. It makes me want to dance

'Betelgeuse' by Yuuri. Loved it since the day I first heard it

What’s your ideal relaxing day like? NO OBLIGATIONS! No chores, nothing but empty time. I just go with the flow, wherever it takes me (to my computer, that's where it takes me). A light drizzle or snow outside with a few glimpses of sunshine. Good food planned for later. I'll probably take a nap. Perfect 🤌

Would you rather be able to talk to animals or be able to read people’s minds? Talk to animals FOR SURE! I'd be too self conscious if I could read people's minds. And I wanna know what the animals have to say. I want the small critters to know I'm not a threat so I can pet them. I want to befriend our local crows. I want to hug a deer.

Thank you so, so much for these, Mari!! 💖💖💖