#theas on ao3

[campbyler]

one thing about will is he is going to be propositioning fr

[emily-prentits]

ao3 going down means i should write fic instead of reading it. but will i is the question

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 14:

My OTP - Aemond watching Baela playing the harpsichord

"During her childhood, Princess Baela learned to play the lute and then the high harp under the guidance of the renowned Vogarro from Volantis, who had served in the houses of many important Old Blood families, including the heirs of the famous triarchs, Horonno. Although Vogarro believed that the princess possessed a natural talent for music, her inconsistency and lack of discipline in studying technique caused her sister Rhaena to surpass her in playing the harp. However, this observation, although it stung the young girl's pride, did not stop her from continuing to pursue her vocation as a musician, which did not stop at the harp and lute but expanded more and more over the years. She became a master of many other instruments, even those little known to the ears of the nobles of the Crownlands, such as the recorder of the Vale, the zither of the Riverlands, the guitar of the Reach, and she was one of the first musicians outside of the Westerlands to play the harpsichord, making it famous throughout the realm. In addition to her skill in discovering and playing instruments, another talent in which Princess Baela had no rivals in the royal court and all of Westeros was singing. Gifted with a melodious and crystal-clear voice, the princess had the power to enchant an entire hall, as if casting a spell like that of a siren. Ser Addam Velaryon, who during his youth had been sent to Dragonstone to become Prince Daemon's squire, was fortunate enough to attend one of her early singing performances. He described the young princess's voice as the sweetest and most harmonious sound his ears had ever heard, to the point that it could rival, if not surpass, the Maiden's voice herself. Yet, despite her sublime talent and the admiration she received for it, the princess did not like to flaunt it in public and rarely performed in public, reserving her singing for strictly special occasions. The only one to whom she granted the pleasure of hearing her voice and for whom she loved to sing was her uncle Aemond, who was perhaps one of her greatest, if not the greatest, admirers of her singing talent. Many courtiers of the time saw him listening intently and always apart, almost as if not wanting to be seen, while his niece played her harpsichord. Many could not help but notice the rapt and admiring look he had when the princess sang one of his favorite songs and the sparkle that his glass eye emitted as he watched her."

- from TDIOBCB chapter 1

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[somebodytoundress]

the frustration when someone is very clearly copying your fic on ao3 but ao3 is so lackadaisical about intellectual property monitoring that you just have to sit and stew in your anger even though they literally took several direct lines from your fic and also the entire plot

[e-adlirez]

Hi Shattered Pacifist Fans :3

Are ya'll still alive? :3c Hope you are because I got something for you :D

Enjoy while I keep cooking up SPN LMAO hope this keeps you busy

[soda-gremlin]

*BAM* Here's all the stuff I posted on AO3

These are just the latest ones (within the last two months), you can look through the ship tags to find more :D

I am getting almost zero engagement, I am literally tweaking

Craig/Shen (still need ship names that aren't just name combos)

Vic/Shen

Gen Fics

Crackships

[bloombird]

Hey, so is anyone gonna tell me that THERE'S A GERONIMO STILTON FANDOM THIS WHOLE TIME AND I JUST FOUND OUT HOURS AGO???

Edit: I have a sideblog dedicated to it it's @bloombirdreads

[yttmnm5]

I’m BAAAAAACK! And this time, I’ve delivered in a case of the sillies!!!

[anonymousaccount1015]

The pay-per-view known as Money in the Bank was always one of the most intense of the year, since winning was huge for anyone's career. Wrestlers coveted the opportunity to participate in their respective ladder matches, since winning would give them a guaranteed future title match at any time and any place they wished, without prior notice to the champion. There were several women in the match who all had their own reasons for wanting to walk out of Dallas with the contract suspended above the ring, but none of them were quite as motivated as Zelina Vega. The passionate audience in attendance was in an uproar as the pretty and petite Zelina Vega swiftly made her way up the ladder, stepping up each rung, her fingers brushing with the white case that symbolized her destiny… She was about to win. She could taste the championship opportunity.

Then all of a sudden, Alexa Bliss, one of her opponents in the match, was on the other side of the ladder, surprising her and making her reel back instinctively. Her hand moved away from the briefcase like she was scalded.

There was something wrong in this situation, but Zelina Vega couldn’t quite put her finger on it. There was something about the way she felt her focus shifting away from the championship opportunity she was within fingertips of grasping to the captivating woman in front of her. The way her consciousness seemed to narrow in on just Alexa should have been alarming, but for some reason the alarms blaring in her head went ignored.

The crowd was cheering and shouting but somehow it felt intangible to Zelina Vega, as though it had been snuffed out like a flame under a wet blanket.

There was surely something amiss, Zelina Vega still couldn’t quite place it though, as she felt her head tilting instinctively to match Alexa’s posture, who stared back at her with a smile. Zelina’s own expression was startled and blank. There was little more than idle curiosity in her mind as she wondered why she was following Alexa off the ladder. She was supposed to unclip and take the briefcase, right? Why wasn’t her body listening to her?

The match soon ended as Zelina Vega still felt lightheaded, her hand up to her temple like she had a terrible headache as she walked backstage, not even paying attention to the fans along either side of her path that extended their hands towards her. She walked around the backstage area, not really aware of where she was going, her hand still up to her face, with her other hand aggressively waving off anyone that tried to speak to her. She needed to be alone.

“What happened in that match?” Zelina Vega whispered to herself, standing in front of the mirror in the women’s restroom before she even realized that was where she went. She stared at her reflection, searching her face, willing some kind of answer out of it. When she wasn’t able to find anything, she slammed the spigot to start pouring out water, and gushing cold water streamed through her hands, which she quickly splashed her face with. Still nothing.

When she watched the footage back on her phone after she found a secluded spot, she saw what the fans had seen. She put her hand up to her mouth, scared, an audible gasp leaving her mouth. She seemed like she was under some kind of spell. She knew Alexa had undergone some weird transformation as of late where she had some kind of supernatural powers, but she thought it was all kind of hokey bologna.

She knew she had to find Alexa if she was going to get any answers, so she started storming around the offstage area—past the production crew, past pallets and rolling containers of supplies. Only wandering further and further into more secluded areas.

She was able to find Alexa fairly quickly, which was fortunate for both of them.

“¿Qué pasó cuando estábamos en esa escalera? What happened when we were on that ladder?” Zelina Vega said, her voice thick and angry in a way that only her Latina accent could convey.

“Whatever do you mean, Zelina?” Alexa asked, sounding serene, innocent, almost childlike.

“You know what I mean. You put some kind of spell over me. If you don’t tell me what happened then I’ll go tell Pearce.” Zelina says, her accusatory tone still making her voice shake and quaver. She felt herself tense up, still very much in fight or flight.

“I’m not sure.” Alexa says, still sounding confused at the aggressiveness in Zelina’s stance.

Suddenly Alexa’s eyes seemed to flash, which for just a split second made Zelina let her guard fall.

“Aah, stop it!” Zelina says, shaking her head vigorously, her hands instinctively shooting up to protect her eyes. Though she soon steadied and started peeking through her fingers again, still unsure about what was going on.

What Zelina Vega remembers from the rest of that night is pretty spotty.

She remembers slowly letting her arms fall to her sides, slouching forward as they hung submissively. They were no help to help her protect against Alexa’s advances. Her body was betraying her again. That wasn't possible, she was there to confront Alexa.

She remembers starting to feel some kind of invasive external influence inside her head. There was a voice telling her she should trust Alexa unconditionally, and everything Alexa said felt as though it was amplified in her head, echoing and bouncing in her skull. Was that why she wasn't able to remember anything?

She remembers she was in a seated position while Alexa’s head was between her legs… She remembers something warm and wet swirling around her pussy, setting her pleasure receptors ablaze… Was it Alexa’s tongue? That couldn’t be right, she wouldn’t have possibly allowed that.

She remembers softly letting out a “Ple-ee-ase,” sounding like she needed some kind of release… She remembers instinctively arching her back against someone's touch, her eyes rolling back into her head... What has gotten into her? She wasn’t some kind of horny deviant. Why was she enjoying it?

She remembers kicking her leg, almost like she had restless leg syndrome, willing Alexa off of her, but of course, it went unnoticed. That wasn't possible either. What happened while she was under that spell?

She feels herself getting wetter and shifting uncomfortably from the thoughts, they couldn’t be right, she must have imagined it because of Alexa’s spell, it was some kind of illusion.

“What’s the matter, Zelina?” Alexa asked, sensing the woman sitting next to her stirring, squirming where she sat.

“I’m… not sure…” Zelina says weakly, staring off into space, as though she was somewhere else.

“Well, let me help.” Alexa said, and her hand was already cupping Zelina’s jaw as she turned the Latina’s head. Slowly Alexa leaned in, closing the gap with a kiss on the lips, one that she held even as Zelina softly groaned in protest, before slowly acquiescing.

She felt her agency and awareness once again snuffed out, she was losing her sense of self to the illusion.

She was Alexa’s servant.

She smiled into the kiss.

[upside-downish]

my wife [AO3] is back from war [maintenance shutdown]

[decoloraa]

Trip to Central City - A CasVal fic

Read Chapter one on Ao3

I promised on twitter that I would tell the story of how Casther and Val actually got together and here it is! To tell it properly I decided to write a multi chapter fic (maybe around 5 chapters). If you happen to read it, please tell me what your think about it! Writing like this is still new to me, so even some quick feedback is very welcomed

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ao3 fic rec -

i have just finished reading the current chapters of An epitome of grace by @beaconofthehightower and i am SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

pronouns: she/her pairing: aemond targaryen x snow oc warnings: 'bastard', smut, pregnancy, (mild) violence

YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS SERIES IM TELLING YOU

IM NOT EVEN AN AEMOND GIRLIE AND I AM CLINGING FROM A LEDGE TO HEAR THE NEXT PART

YA'LL DON'T UNDERSTAND

I AM NOT OKAY

I AM NOT OKAY

MISS MA'AM YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYERS FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS

OBVIOUSLY MY POST CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!! SO SPOILER WARNING BRR BRR

Chapter One:

Growing up as a bastard daughter of House Stark in the north was not easy. Something Ylva had learned very quickly as a child, her Snow name a stain on the honor of Rickon Stark. 

i genuinely love that miranda has gone through the effort to establish bastard/trueborn dynamics, expectations and consequences

Cregan was the same, doing whatever he could to make her laugh or smile after one of the maids or servants said something cruel or one of her cousins taunted her for being weak and a girl, to boot.

pls he's so ahsjsjsk

"One of the kitchen maids called me a bastard. She said that you and my mother-" he patted his leg, a silent command for her to come closer. "I admit I may not have loved your mother, aye." He said after she had settled. "But I will not say I did not care for her in some way." He said, his hand warm against her head. "You are my daughter. My blood. Your name does not matter here." For all his failings, Rickon Stark had still been her father. She had been cast adrift when he died, grief turning her world bleak, having been closer to him than her siblings were, her sadness buoyed somewhat by the efforts Sara and Cregan made. 

YOU JUST HAVE TO TRUST ME THAT HER AND CREGAN'S RELATIONSHIP IS THE BEST THING EVER OKAY?

The ache of his death had faded slightly as the years flew by, and life went on as if he'd never been there at all.

establish the beginnings of grief >>>>>

"No!" Sara Snow's high voice chirped, followed by another giggle.

i love love love that sara is still in the story like a lot of fics use reader as a replacement for her which i understand but ugh i love siblings dynamics in fic

Aemond Targaryen had to be the loveliest thing she had ever laid eyes on. 

A quicksilver flash of midnight dark hair behind Lord Stark caught his attention, his hushed words trailing off. 

skskskksks pls

"My sister." Before he could reply further, the steward of Winterfell leaned closer to speak lowly in his ear, causing his brow to furrow and a frown to appear on his mouth. "Forgive me, Prince Aemond. It seems there is a matter I must attend to." 

PLS HE'S SO DONE LMAO

"Lord Stark named me Ylva."

again with bastard dynamics ahsjsj the fact that she would call him 'lord stark'

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen." Aemond admitted unashamedly one time when she had, his eye on her face. Fighting against the blush that threatened to cover her cheeks in bright tones of red, Ylva placed the tome down and stepped toe to toe with him yet again. "Careful, silver Prince-" she said, eyes gleaming silver as she pressed against his front.

PLS

THEY GIVE ME FEELS ALREADY

Father would've scolded her if he'd been here, if he could've seen her now, lusting after a prince. 

oOp-

 "I want to kiss you." he said again.

THE AUDACITY OF A PRINCE I SWEAR

"You're a prince. The brother of the King. You can have anything you want. Anyone you want." his eye went half-lidded as he looked down at her. "And If I want you?"

screaming crying throwing up

it gives me the fuzzies

"Will you give yourself to me?" Ylva bit back a cry when his mouth fell to her neck. "It's rather too late for that-" another gasp came tumbling out of her throat, this one higher pitched than the last. She shuddered when goosebumps erupted on her skin as his hands pushed her skirts up. "Aemond-" She held him against her tighter, gasping. "Say it again-" 

ASHSJSJSJS

"You will not leave me like this." 

👀

his fingers combing through her dark hair. 

i love this both in fic and irl fr fr fr

"Will you teach me High Valyrian?" Ylva asked, 

AJSSJSK

Wounds littered their bodies in the form of bloody bitemarks, scratches and a cacophony of bruises that painted their pale skin in violent tones of black and blue.

👀

Prince Daeron

PLS I AM SUCH A DAERON DEFENDER

"When was the last time you bled, Ylva?" One of the sweeter maids had asked her, after Aemond had been gone for a month

NAHHH MIRANDA? MISS MA'AM???

Chapter Two:

her fingers twisting a ring that Aegon had given her in her hands

THE DETAIL >>>>>>>>>>>

“A dragon's egg nestles in the snow…" 

babe really out here with the best tea you know that if i was in westeros that i would be demanding daily tea sessions

“The princes Aemond and Daeron and the dragons Vhagar and Tessarion have been sighted just outside the city, Your Grace.” 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (my underappreciated king)

He did not mention dare Ylva to his mother, knowing she would not react well to it. That she would see nothing past the taint of Ylva's bastardry and her Snow name.

yet you've been gone for half the year."

Feeling vindictive,

ugh i love when he serves cunt

"I'll summon you again, Erea. Tell the White Worm you are mine and mine alone, pretty thing." Aegon set a heavy pouch of coins in her hand,

suddenly im changing the first 2 letters of my name (okay but fr my girl helaena doesn't deserve that)

"Brother!" Aegon's purple eyes were dark as glared at Aemond, silver brows lowered angrily. "Erea! Don't listen to him!" Aegon shouted at her back, sinking his teeth into his brother's hand when it shot out and covered his mouth.

I LET OUT A LOUD ASS CACKLE I SWEAR

"She’s a freak.

Thoughts of Ylva a chain around his ankles

ooOOoo i love that

Aegon leaned his elbows on the table, attention focused on Aemond now. “It is when it’s all mother and grandfather speak of.” he said casually, as if he was merely speaking of some trivial insignificant thing. “Shall I order you to tell me? As your king?”

this bitch-

Aegon snorted. "He’s not a dog to be kept on a leash, grandfather. He’d bite and snap at us all to bits if he were.” Alicent sighed deeply, knowing her eldest son was right.

PLS--

Alicent blinked against the tears stinging her eyes. “He’s my son. Of course I have.”

my wife <3

Before Criston Cole put the conqueror’s crown on his head.

👀

"Do not ever-" Aemond seethed, stepping closer again. "Call Ylva that. She is worth a thousand of the whores you prefer disgracing our sister so much." Aegon merely let a slight grin lift his mouth.

ASJSKSKSK

 "I find I do not give a shit what our grandsire thinks. Not in this at least."

THAT'S RIGHT BITCH

"I see her in my head. I see she thinks of you as often as you do of her." 

exposed fr

Didn’t do justice to her at all. 

The blood drained from his face, leaving him paler than soured milk. The letter said nothing about the child she carried inside her.

OH?

"If you truly loved her, you'd let her go. Forget about her. My sister is not a caged bird made to sing for others." Cregan said, refusing to bow. "The blood of the First Men runs through her veins."

IS ANYBODY GONNA ASK WHAT MY BBG THINKS? HM? HM??

my lady Snow

the fact that he still calls her 'my lady'

"As if I could ever forget your face. Seared into my bones as it is."

I AM NOT OKAY

MIRANDA

MISS MA'AM

MOMMY-IN-LAW

PLEASE

WATCH ME INJECT THIS INTO MY VEINS

"No." Aemond said hoarsely against her mouth. He pulled back, flushed and wild eyed. It only made him all the more prettier, his silver hair bright in the dimming daylight. "You're mine. This is mine."

Cregan seemed to be unable to look elsewhere, his brow furrowed as he glared at Aemond with dark eyes.

"You were smoke and shadow in my head. No matter what I did... what I thought..." His breath hitched as her hands edged it down his arms, flats of her hands exploratory almost as she reacquainted herself with every inch of him. "The mere thought of you lurking in the recesses, the deepest parts of my mind with your face, your touch..."

MIRANDA THIS IS MEAN NOW I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM

One heart. Two minds. One soul; cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.

this is so poetic 😭

"You are my heart. My husband." To his nose and his closed eye. "Beating a song in my bones and in my blood..." 

PLS

“And I did. You'll have all the books you’ll ever want. Books and tomes and maps...” He punctuated each word with a kiss. "Don't forget the horses, Aemond." 

PLEASE THIS BITCH IS ME I CAN'T

“Not mistress, mother. Wife.” he bit his lip. “What did you say?” Alicent said, startled into silence. “Wife.” he repeated slowly. “I married her in the godswood of Winterfell.” Alicent paled and shook her head. “What? Gods be good, Aemond, tis not funny-“

to the barren waste of the North?

SIR??????

Aemond spoke over her. "Come here, wife." 

okay but the fact that she is given a title by him probably means so much to her, i can't imagine the amount of trauma being called a 'bastard' all her life would do to her sense of self

It galled Alicent Hightower to admit Ylva Snow was a lovely thing, watching the girl bend and kiss Aemond on the cheek.

THAT'S RIGHT WIFEY

"Rhaenyra!" he shouted, voice echoing in the ancient halls of the ancestral Targaryen stronghold. "You won't believe what the little half Hightower mutt has done!"

oOp-

Chapter Three:

An unfriendly place full of the ghosts of those long dead that lingered like wraiths amidst the ears that listened behind every wall and the eyes that watched behind every door. 

 spilling his seed again and again and again.

was when she would slip from the keep and into the spot where the white as bone weirwood was, kneeling before it with her hands clasped together under the red as blood leaves.

poor angel she probably misses home so much

The sting is only lessened a fraction by the kindness of his sister Helaena

HELAENA MY LOVE

what goes on in his pretty head

as she pressed a kiss to the left side of his brother's face.

okay but that's their thing i love it

"To Storm's End," Otto echoed, repeating the words tempestuously, as if he was not speaking to his king, but to an unruly child. "We need allies and Lord Baratheon-" Aegon thumped his fist down, scowling.

OH WOW OH NO HERE WE GO BESTIES BUCKLE UP

Helaena savored the pain of the rough stone and hard glass digging into her back, feeling him against her thigh, already hard as he mouthed at the expanse of pale skin of her throat, his fingers fumbling behind her back as he undid the laces of her stays.

oh my sweet girl

In Naerys Targaryen's case, it falls on a balance that teeters dangerously between the two. 

👀

Remnants lingered in the way she still smelled fire and smoke and blood, still heard dragons bellowing, the clash and ringing of steel. 

my sweet girl i just want to give her a hug

"How dare you," she spit at him,

YOU TELL HIM BABE

"Do it again," he demanded, 

It was a hazy thing, an epitome full of light and grace

"How is it to ride a dragon, goodsister?"

this bitch--

“Go back to Winterfell, girl.” was all he said as he turned around and left her and Alicent in silence.

"Did you touch yourself when I was gone?"

"Who are you to dare to touch a prince?" 

OH SHE'S DONE MORE THAN TOUCHED HIM LADDY, WHERE DO YOU THINK THE BABY CAME FROM? A STORK?

The egg that nestled in Naerys's cradle began to crack, tiny claws of black pushing from the pieces,

YES YES YES

Chapter Four:

miranda told me in advance that i should be scared of this...

A raven flew lower and lower as it circled over the ancient hold of Dragonstone, 

OH WE'RE GOING FROM HERE? SLAY

MY HUSBAND AWAITS

"A triviality?" Rhaenyra repeated, eyes narrowing. "My inheritance, my throne is not a mere triviality. He is a fool and a craven and a traitor-" her mouth flattened into a thin, firm line as she spoke. 

:( we didn't see my husband but it's okay i'll just manifest him

"That I fear I will wake from this and be back in Winterfell with Cregan and Sara and Rickon. Before you were mine."

don't give otto ideas, he'll pretend you went delulu

No matter if loving a dragon left her nothing more than a burned husk. A shell of who she'd been and everything she held dear. 

THIS LINEEEEEE

"Seven hells-" he cursed, mouth twisting as his fingers yanked forcefully at the laces of her dress, grumbling when they wouldn't give. "How do you do this every day?" he growled, letting out a satisfied grunt when at last they loosened. 

PLS-

"My silver prince-"

your honour i love them

"Goodsister!" Aegon's voice was

hide

before Alicent twitched her hand in his direction.

IS WIFEY ABOUT TO COME THROUGH??

not like Rhaenyra who hides her Strong bastards

nvm

 "You'll dance, won't you, Your Grace?" 

please i love her so much she's so funny sometimes

(but this bitch like me fr this is the type of shit i pull)

"I think you have had too much wine, dear wife." He said instead.

i will cut you

 "Anger makes you beautiful,"

THEY'RE SO FUCKING CHAOTIC AND UNHINGED AJSJSKDK

emotional rollercoaster every chapter i swear

miranda you will be hearing from my lawyers

"Ylva... your chamber... there was-" 

WHAT???? ARE THEY- WAIT WHAT???

The world slowed, the feeling of the walls all but closing in on him as the night echoed with the enraged bellows of a dragon and her rider.

MIRANDA

MISS MA'AM

THAT WAS INCREDIBLE

IM STILL COMPREHENDING THIS

[emily-prentits]

interesting, isn't it, that addison calls meredith a good girl exactly once in canon and the whole fanfic community fucking ran with it

[theautismcorner]

There’s something about writing monologues as epilogues that makes me happy (I did in fact do this for REDACTED purposes today - I’m normal about my own writing I promise)

[andiwriteordie]

me and thea (@wiseatom): i’m 😭 so 😭 sad 😭 about 😭 will 😭 byers 😭 he 😭 deserves 😭 to 😭 be 😭 happy 

also me and thea: *constantly sharing our most unhinged and heartbreaking and angsty fic ideas to each other* 

[e-adlirez]

Hey there, kid, wanna see a Trap taking Ls?

I got the stuff right here, and it's gonna cost ya~

Cost you nothing, because it's not in a GS book, it's in this one-shot I made :D

I hope this gives you that specifically-flavored serotonin rush you've been yearning for <3