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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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A Betrayal at its finest(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Valaryon!reader

Warnings- angst, main character death, sad dragon, sad Aemond, jealousy, change from 1st person to 3rd

part 2 of A Betrayal

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“We need allies.” Said Daemon. “And the Baratheons are a great match.”

“We met them at Storms End and talk to them.” Said Rhaenerya and everyone agrees.

“We can’t all go.” You say. “Its not smart.”

“Send us.” Says Jace and points at him and Luke.

“No, send me, im more experienced in this and their not.” You say and put your hands on the table.

“I don’t want you too, but you’re right you know how, I taught you how to negotiate.” Says Daemon and places his hands on your shoulders. “Come back to us.” You smile up at him and place a hand over his

“Y/n you’re going as a messenger, not a warrior.” Says Rhaenerya and winces as she rubs her belly.

“I understand.”

“Go now.” Says Rhaenerya. “We’ll be waiting for you.” As you walked outside to Vermithor who was isolated himself away. You call out to him and he walks towards you and lowers his head in a greeting. Before you could get on, someone called your name.

“Y/n, hold on.” You turn around to see your father. “Rhaenys told me about Aemond.” Your breath hitched and you looked down. “Im not mad, I know how much love can influence a person.”

“I thought he’d join us, for me.” You said sadly and Daemon brings a hand up to your hair.

“Its hard to betray your family, even when you know they’re in the wrong.” He kissed your forehead and let you go. “Go my little dragon.”

You took off on Vermithor, nervous. You went through multiple scenarios, everything you could say and the posible outcome. You arrived on Storms End at night, thunder had started, practically lighting up the sky. You landed on the ground and the doors were already open, which was suspicious.

Then a low rumble was heard and you looked up. Vhagar. And if she was here then so was Aemond. You suddenly got very confused. Why would Aemond be here? You entered the room immediately but you were stopped in your tracks, Aemond was there, looking more handsome than ever but he wasn’t alone. He was talking to the Lord Borros Baratheons daughter, and they were both smiling.

“How pathetic, Princess Rhaenerya sends someone other than herself for this.” Says Lord Borros the men in the room laugh. Aemond turns his attention to you and his eye widens.

“She should have sent one of her sons Lord Borros.” Said Aemond and he held his arms behind his back. “Do you like my betrothed? Because I certainly do.” He looks back at her and she smiles shyly making you give them both a death glare. His eye is back on you and he almost smirks at your expression.

“I have Queen Rhaenerya’s terms.” You corrected and say, facing the lord again, you reach for the scroll in the bag to your side. A guard rips it from your hand and walks it over to Borros.

“Where are my nephews Y/n? I have a score to settle.” Said Aemond and he starts getting closer. “I still need my eye, I need a gift for my mother.”

“Aemond you loosing your eye happened years ago, get over it.” You tell him and he stops his movements. His jaw tightened and his hand went to his sword, as did you.

“Hmm. Want to see what they did to me?” He asks and he reaches up to his face, to the patch. He had never taken it off with you in the room, even if you two were alone. The purple emerald was beautiful, it suited him. He threw the patch to the ground and grabbed his sword. “Since they’re not here you’ll have to do.” Your eyes widened at him and you took a few steps back. But you realize, he’d never hurt you. You stood your ground and waited for the blade. It pressed against your neck, but not nicking the skin.

“You’ll never hurt me.” You say. “You don’t have it in you.” Aemonds jaw tightened. “I wished you would have came with me, then we wouldn’t be here.”

“Im loyal to my family.”

“Im your family.” You grab his wrist and pull it down. “Im your love, not that Baratheon whore.” Aemond almost snickered at your jealousy.

“Oh fuck this love shittery.” You heard Borros say and Aemond turned to face him. Aemond then grabbed your hand in his and started walking away. “If you Targaryens walk out that door, you will regret it.”

“No Lord Borros I think you will.” The lord throws the scroll on the ground with a clatter as he watched you two leave. You walked outside and it was pouring already. Vermithor was in the distance with his head hidden under his wings to protect from the raajn. “I apologize for what I did in there, I was angry.” The rain was getting louder so he almost has to yell over it.

“It’s alright, what are you going to do now? Because im pretty sure neither of us are getting the Baratheons support” You say and squint do to the rain. He grabs your hands in his and leaned down to push his forehead against yours like he would always do.

“The right thing.” He pushed his lips against yours and held you tightly. You both drowned out the sound of rain, it was just the two of you again. No worry or care in the world. But of course, not everyone gets a happy ending.

The squelching sound of a blade pushing its self through the body of a person was all Aemond could hear. It was followed by his mouth getting blood mixed into his mouth. You slowly pulled away and thats when you let out a quite gasp followed by another squelch. You grabbed Aemonds bicep roughly making him open his eye. He watched blood poor out of your mouth and when he looked down he saw a blade going in and out of your torso consistently.

“Y/n!?” Aemond looked behind you to see a hooded figure, but a flash if lightening revealed who it was. Ser Cristion Cole. Aemond pushed you out of the way and you let out a sharp pained gasp as you hit the floor. You grabbed you stomach roughly and looked at your hands to see blood, it would wash away with the rain water. You heard a roar in your ears but soon you couldn’t hear it. You heard thumping on the ground under you so you turned your head. Aemond was on top of someone, clearly enraged. Your vision started to blur, not sure if its from the rain or because you were dying.

Aemonds face appeared in your line of sight and felt pressure against your stomach. You reached up to Aemonds face but your vision darkened.

Aemond pushed his head down on your chest to feel for movement but there was none. He looked up to your face, your eyes were open and lifeless. Aemond let out a sob and slowly picked up your body, cradling you.

“No no no no.” Aemond kept whispering and rocked his body in the rain.

Aemond heard a low growl behind him. He turned his head to see Vermithor, staring at him with hard eyes. Aemond knew better than to stand in the way of a dragon and its rider so he slowly brought his hands up yp to his eyes and closed them, he then let Y/n’s body to the floor. He stood back and watched Vermithor push Y/n’s body roughly, as if trying to wake her up. The dragon let out a sad cackling noise from his throat, another rider gone. Aemond let out fat, ugly tears as he looked as his dead love, it was his fault, was all he said to himself.

Vermithor grabbed Y/n’s body with his large claw and opened his wings widely. The large dragon took after that, Aemond hearing his roars in the distance. He then heard coughing behind him and he looked down at Criston with a wild look in his eye.

“Th-Thats what happens when you’re a-affiliated with the enemy.” He coughed up blood. Aemond walked to him and slowly pressed his boot onto Cristons chest. “Do it.” Cristion smiled with blood in his teeth.

“Its not my choice- not my- choice.” Aemond choked out before lifting his boot up and slamming it down on Cristons face, knocking him out completely.

A crow landed on DragonStone addressed to Daemon from the Baratheons. After reading the components. Nobody was safe, he had just lost his first born daughter in the blink of an eye. He went on a rampage, destroyed anything in sight before finally breaking down.

“My love?” He heard the sweet voice of his wife. Daemon turned to her, he had red eyes from the crying, his knuckles were red and his hair out completely out of place. Rhaenerya got down to her knees and grabbed her husbands hand. “I am so sorry for what happened.” Daemon didn’t respond, just more angry hears running down his face.

“My nephew is going to pay for what he did, even if its the last thing I do.” He says, darkly almost. They were interrupted by a guard at the door.

“Queen Rhaenerya, Prince Daemon. Aemond Targaryen has landed on the-.” The guard didn’t get to finish, Daemon was out the door with the darksister in his hand. He saw his Nephew from afar on the stone bridge wall. He also saw Cristion Cole in front of him, chained.

“You have some nerve showing up here.” Seethed Daemon and he raised his sword. Aemond looked at his uncle with tired eyes, both men both looked terrible.

“It was my fault.” He says hoarsely.

“You killed my daughter, everything is your fault.”Aemond switched to confusion.

“I didn’t kill her, this bastard did.” Aemond shoved Cristion to his knees.

“Thats not what the letter from the Baratheons said.”

“They lied, this man killed your daughter, the love of my life right in front of me.” Aemond pointed at Cristion roughly and it already sounded like he wanted to cry again. “I would never hurt her.” Daemon swallowed back a cry and slowly let his sword clatter on the ground.

“Why are you here?”

“To do the right thing and support the true heir to the Iron Throne, for Y/n.”

a/n- the way i already know how part of part 3 is going to go

#aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader

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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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Purposely on purpose

THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss

It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)

WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED

With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...

(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)

"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.

"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base

"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.

"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.

"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.

"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.

"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.

A few minutes later...

"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.

"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.

Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"

Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"

Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.

SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."

SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.

"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"

Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.

"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"

"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.

It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!

"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"

I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.

"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.

"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."

"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.

But this time, he has to learn something about it.

Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.

"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.

Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.

"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.

Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....

She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.

"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"

Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.

"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.

"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...

"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.

"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"

Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.

Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!

He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?

The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.

"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.

"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...

"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.

"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile

knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.

"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.

"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.

"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.

"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.

"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...

Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...

The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.

She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"

It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.

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"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.

The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.

"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.

"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.

"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"

He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)

"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.

She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"

"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.

His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"

Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.

"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.

"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.

Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.

Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!

"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.

"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.

"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.

"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)

"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.

Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.

Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.

"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.

This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.

"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"

"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"

SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.

SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.

Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.

"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.

But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"

"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.

"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.

Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.

Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.

"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.

And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.

The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.

"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.

"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)

-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!

If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #meggy spletzer #smg4 meggy #do not tag as ship #for m&m

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tigertale · 2 years

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A/N: I wrote this in an hour, like right when I woke up? Anyways, I had this scenario in mind for a while already and the smut actually fits in sooo, here we are yeah

•F!Reader; Malleus;

•〔　！〕 Smut; Grammatical errors

"Ah my dear, was I too rough?" His apologetic tone made her glance at him.

There was a vast difference between you two. He was, but it was not surprising knowing his physical condition, in an almost perfect state. He was blushing, sure, as he was indulging into the most intimate moment he had ever experienced. But other than that and his tangled and messy hair, he was beyond perfect. Again, there were still other marks that showed how rough he had been, as in the beautiful red marks along his collar bone, the one she had placed in her delirious state, and the long blood filled lines on his back from when she had raked her nails against him. But he was still perfect.

As for her… She was trembling, enough that it was hard for her to cling over Malleus when he had asked about her condition worriedly and propped her up. God, how did he want her to answer when his dick was still so deep inside her? Her hair was the same state as him, and her eyes were unfocused as she tried to come back on earth and answer his question. He was rough. And it would be a lie to claim the opposite. Her skin was scratched due to his long nails, and her hips must've taken a purplish hue with how hard he had been gripping her, forgetting about his force due to the joy and pleasure he was experiencing. Unlike his marks, hers were vastly different. The size of it, of his mouth, he hadn't kissed her skin. Far from it. He had tried to devour her.

"Na— Hnn, nah-" Dear Seven knew how hard it was to answer! Her mouth was still soggy, pasty, and hard to control. He smiled at her answer. Of course he did. He kissed her, tongue entering without asking anymore and impossibly taking so much space in her mouth. He took her back with his hand, which she twitched at. Even her back had been ruined from when he had bitten her. He pushed her onto the soft silk of his bed and she tried to leave her arms closed around the back of his neck.

"Good." He hummed as he took in her appearance. He was lucky wasn't he? What were the chances of him meeting her? Of him becoming her friend? Of him having his first love reciprocating his feelings? Of him having a mate ready to take him whenever he was blessed with the sudden impulse to pump her full of his child? To think that he had ended up with someone so… "You're perfect my dear." A whine left her as he replaced himself correctly between her legs.

"Let me go one last time okay? I don't think I can manage it any longer." Her legs were brought to her head, or as far as they could, before he pumped inside abruptly. Oh. He could see how surprised she was. Her mouth hung open before she tried to block any noise coming out from her. Sadly, she was still too bashful about it all… But he knew how to help her with that.

His cock, hitting as deep as her cervix allowed him to, bullying her inside and making her full enough that she didn't want him to leave her ever again, the stretch at her entrance made her feelings tenfold. And when his pace suddenly spiked, she couldn't possibly try to keep those noises away from him any longer. Gasps, whines, heavy breathing, and sometimes a moan of his name, all were like a blessed melody to his ears. But why was he trying to push even deeper? He could hardly fit in! His sacks were barely grazing her with each of his thrusts.

His tongue went back to her breasts, toying with the buds that had taken a reddish hue with how hard he was pulling on them. "Mal– aah- Malleu- eus…" She moved her hands to his horns, the one that so proudly stood on his head. A deep rumble was taken out of him and reverberated against her, making goosebumps on her skin and rippling her body with unbearable shudders. Even his pace stuttered and his manhood twitched against her flesh. But he quickly went back to aggressively pursuing those sounds of hers. Moreover with more conviction and force.

"I- I'm close my love…" He whispered kindly, which contrasted with his wild thrusts that were sure to bruise her inside with how rough he was being. She only let out a choked ’’Malleus‘‘ that made him mushy on the inside. He didn't deserve someone like her…

And not before long, his pace stuttered again, and she felt the ropes and ropes of cum painting her inside. She was more than full. Even felt an ache in her stomach with how much he was filling her.

She opened her eyes to see him gazing where they were connected with childish stars in his eyes, seemingly fascinated by what he was seeing. And he was. How could he not when he saw the light distort of her stomach from both his cock and cum. He was… beyond grateful to have met someone like her. He could pray to the stars night and day to make up for the effort they had taken for him to come close to her.

But he sadly pulled away not much time after. She whined as she felt him move. She was beyond exhausted. Had her climax so many times that she couldn't bear another one and was more than overstimulated. But when she felt him completely leaving her and the cum dripping down her hole, the tremblings were twice as hard but quickly stopped due to her exhaustion.

"I love you so much…" And before she could answer back, express through her daze how much he meant to her in this confusing world. The lighthouse he had become for her in this place, he peppered her lips with kisses. It effectively cut her off and made her forget about his words, yet the buzzing in her heart was still here. "I hope that we'll see each other soon enough… Don't wait too long my Will-o'-wisp." His confusing words, the one that she couldn't properly think about as she was still trying to deal with the throbbing feelings at her folds, were punctuated by a kiss on her forehead.

A sudden tiredness came to her, but not the one she had felt after he had released inside her, no, this one was desperately coaxing her into a deep slumber. She tried to fight it back, but Malleus' hand caressed her cheeks while whispering sweet nothing into her ear. His other hand worked to make her look proper, softly lying her straight to allow her to be more comfortable.

"Know that you are the prettiest soul I've ever met." He kissed her one last time before moving her body around, dressing her with a deep black nightgown while she was trying to stay awake. As he saw her half-sleeping state, he smiled, a bittersweet one that made her nauseous. "Don't fight it back my dear Child of Man."

His words soothed her despite the peculiar situation she was going through. But if he said for her not to worry, then she would do so. Because he would never hurt her. And so, she closed her eyes, embracing Morpheus's arms, but not before seeing the thorns slowly growing and imprisoning her bedroom. Still, she was not panicking. Malleus was still with her, holding her hand and gently pressing on it with his own.

"Please. Do not wake up anytime soon and sleep well."

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A/N: It's 3AM, someone mentioned a typo somewhere and I'm crying as I'm struggling to find it

#twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia smut #malleus x reader #lemon

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bohemian-nights · 2 months

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First, I wanna say I hope you’re doing well!

And second, I was wondering - do you think (let’s say she’d be team black) that they would’ve won/had a better chance if laena was alive with vhagar ofc, instead of daemon and Caraxes?

My body is attacking me from the inside out(Aunt Flo is here and she's being a real bitch), but other than that I'm fine 🤣

Lol jokes aside, I hope you are doing well too.

To answer your second question, yes.

Team Black would have not only had the largest and oldest dragon and her experienced rider, but also Laena was Miss Maegors friend so I can see someone like say Mysaria having less sway.

Laena living would’ve more likely be prevented Addams almost arrest and Corlys arrest. Which means that the Velaryons wouldn’t have abandoned the cause and sadly in this scenario, Dettles wouldn’t be a thing so Nettles and Sheepstealer wouldn't be taken out of play either.

Now I don't think she was ever going to make a good ruler or been a ruler for long due to her propensity for liking to maim/murder people she viewed as a “threat” plus her lack of respect for the smallfolk, but yeah. Missy Anne would've won.

#bnasks #bnask #dance of dragons laena lives au

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speaknowtaylor · 11 months

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honestly seeing so many men pretend that it’s normal or it’s fine because the women should’ve expected it is honestly sickening I could barely get through kayla’s video (I don’t know if you watched it but this is a literal nightmare scenario and it just makes me sick)

Yes, I watched Kaylas video and I am so disgusted and shocked. And the fact that people even say she is "lying for attention" or reply with "just some influencer with pretty privilege" it hurts that so many women dared to finally talk about it and some dudes (and sadly even women) just say "so far nothing is proven" believing the guy that writes poetry about r*ping a sleeping or passed out person, I am sick in my stomach and so sorry for every woman that experienced this...

It also just hurts so much to see how most men really see women, if she is pretty and young and dresses sexy she is nothing but an object and 'asked for it' but if she is maybe a bit older, not casually "attactive" they tell her she just wants attention because "she has never really been fucked good"

I hate the world I hate the world I hate the world

#tw r*pe #tw rammstein

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azulas-daddy-kink · 10 months

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Корабль Спроси Игра

sokka/azula 50

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

50. Расстанутся ли они когда-нибудь? Если да, то почему? Кто лучше перенес бы расставание?

I can imagine a few scenarios in which Sokka and Azula break up.

The first and most obvious would be family pressures, I'd imagine. It'd be very hard for them if their families just didn't approve of their relationship. If we look at Sokka's family, Katara has history with Azula and that's not going away. As well, Gran-Gran and Hakoda's lives have been directly impacted by the war, and it may be difficult or even impossible for them to separate that from Azula herself, especially since she is Ozai's daughter...

...and speaking of Ozai, there is no way on God's green earth he'd ever like or approve of Sokka! And sadly, Azula does care what he thinks and she desperately wants his approval. Granted, he's less of a problem since he is in prison but it would still eat away at Azula.

It's a sad thing for Sokka and Azula to break up over and you hate to see it but I think it makes sense. I do believe Sokka would handle the breakup better than Azula. He has experienced loss and grief in a way that most people have not, between his mother's death and Yue's. Azula, poor girl, would be a wreck. It's her first relationship and not only that, she has crippling abandonment issues.

[Я могу представить себе несколько сценариев, в которых Сокка и Азула расстаются.

Я бы предположил, что первой и наиболее очевидной причиной было бы давление семьи. Им было бы очень тяжело, если бы их семьи просто не одобряли их отношения. Если мы посмотрим на семью Сокки, у Катары есть история с Азулой, и это никуда не денется. Кроме того, война непосредственно повлияла на жизни Канны и Хакоды, и им может быть трудно или даже невозможно отделить это от самой Азулы, особенно учитывая, что она дочь Озая…

и, говоря об Озае, он бы ни за что на свете не полюбил Сокку! И, к сожалению, Азуле действительно небезразлично, что он думает, и она отчаянно хочет его одобрения. Конечно, с ним меньше проблем, так как он находится в тюрьме, но Азуле это все равно действительно достанется.

Печально, что Сокка и Азула расстаются, и тебе неприятно это видеть, но я думаю, в этом есть смысл. Я действительно верю, что Сокка справился бы с расставанием лучше, чем Азула. Он пережил потерю и горе так, как не переживало большинство людей, в период между смертью его матери и смертью Юэ. Азула, бедная девочка, была бы раздавлена. Это ее первые отношения, и не только это, у нее серьезные проблемы с тем, что люди покидают ее.]

Спасибо вам за вопрос и извините за любые ошибки в переводе!

#ask response #anon ask #ship ask game #atla #the last airbender #azula x sokka #sokkla #azula #sokka

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dogloveri23 · 2 years

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Drama

Pairing: Thoma x reader

Warning: Drama, Angst, Heartbroken thoma

A/n: I apologise is advance for what you are about to read. I’m sorry this took so long! I Had to write 2 posts today to meet up. thank you @chxnniko @dmlarchives @nayyyomi @azr3lle @shin-o-gems for your comments and quote retweets! It’s finally here!

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Part 1

Originally written by @dogloveri23

Many things go in a good book or story. One that you used frequently was drama. You couldn't be any more different from your characters. You often pushed emotions to their peaks and yet you never thought you'd feel like the characters whose very life you'd played with. The key to writing a decent drama for you was to put yourself in your character's shoes. But it was too much for you. Your feelings were getting the better of you and all you could do was try to get away from it all. Focus on yourself and get through this. The jealousy, the doubt, the disappointment, all of it!

The Grand Narukami Shrine was peaceful like usual. A few kitsune and some shrine maidens going about their day. Though Guji Yae was not yet back to the shrine, you sat atop a few stairs in the shrine away from the rain but enough to take in the view of Inazuma city which was currently experiencing rainfall. Everything was calming except for the shaking from your body both from crying and from cold. When you had left the Kamisato estate, people called for you and yet no one came after you. If not anyone, then at least Thoma should have. In his defence, the rain showed no mercy to anyone, not even you!

"My, my if you're going to show up at the shrine, at least help around? The maidens could use an extra pair of hands. It might take your mind off what bothers you. I must say I do not enjoy looking at you with pity", Yae said helping you up and walking you into the shrine. "Before you make any big decision, I would advise you to think carefully. this matter is very delicate. The vision hunt decree ended not long ago and the boy needs a little bit of time to get back into it", Yae said as she walked with you to the sakura tree in the shrine. You hadn't said anything back yet, much to Yae's surprise, things were quiet which is unlike you.

" I understand and yet, I still remain upset! He admitted that he chose to spend his free time with Lumine instead of showing up for our date! I waited 3 hours and got nothing but an excuse. I made up scenarios in my head, giving myself excuses on why he wouldn't show up and yet his reason wasn't nearly enough. I don't know Yae, I just have to sleep on it and maybe stay away from him till I get over it", you say sadly. "And who knows, it might make for a good book!" You say trying to lighten the mood, laughing bitterly at yourself. Yae sighed as she pondered what she could say but settled on silence. None of this was your fault and you weren't at all acting out of line. When the sunset, you bid your goodbyes to Yae, and you headed home avoiding the Kamisato estate.

Upon reaching your home, you were met with Thoma at your doorstep. "My love! Where were you? I searched everywhere but I couldn't find you, are you ok?", Thoma asked. "I'll be ok when you leave my house", you said with malice dripping from your voice. Thoma was taken aback! he had never heard you speak to anyone like that before. "I just want to explain what happened and then after I'll leave if you don't want me here", Thoma said worriedly. "You already had your chance to explain. At the Kamisato Estate remember? 'I was with Lumine while I left you at our agreed date spot for 3 hours!'", You say coldly. "Let's go inside. The rain is pouring, you're going to catch a cold" Thoma said as he rushed over to you trying to gain control of the whole situation. As he reached for you, you moved back. At that moment, Thoma looked dejected, he didn't know what to do! Fights had never gotten this serious before! Both of your emotions were heightened.

Time seemed to stop as neither of you had moved and your bodies were continuously being beaten by the rain. "Leave Thoma, I need to be alone", You said as you walked past him and made your way into your house. Thoma hadn't moved still. he was frozen in his spot, his green eyes looked dead. You were pissed, he had done it this time. Had he been cancelling and missing dates too frequently? Were you done with him? He had been blowing you off for someone who wasn't even his partner! He had to make this right, he could die on your porch trying for all he cared.

You looked out of your window and watched Thoma's shoulders droop in defeat. You sat on the floor with your head in your hands, the guilt overtaking you. You heard a few gentle knocks on your door. "Babe, can we talk, please?" Thoma said meekly with a crack in his voice. You get up, slowly open the door and look at him. He had tear-stained cheeks, was dripping wet, and eyes that slowly regained their shine as you opened the door.

" I was hanging out with Lumine and lost track of time! She was trying to distract me because I was about to work on my off day. I was told really late yesterday that today was a free day. I had planned to tell you during the date, but while Lumine tried to keep me company, I heard Lord Ayato was home and a servant was sick. I had planned to cover for her so she could rest. I know that I haven't been the best boyfriend and I should have told you ahead of time, I-", Thoma stuttered but interrupted when you dragged him by his collar so he could be face to face with you. He had shaky breaths and was struggling to even form a sentence. "I'm sorry, I thought you were blowing me off. You've been so busy, I thought you were avoiding me", You say before placing your lips on his. Thoma relaxed, his frantic breaths settled, his mind numbed and he closed his eyes, focusing only on enjoying the time with you. At a point, you both forgot why you were quarrelling in the first place.

Thoma's hand found its way to your hips while the other was on your chin deepening the kiss. Thoma reluctantly pulled away, his hands not leaving their positions. At much as I'm enjoying this, my love, I would prefer if we got changed. We'll catch a cold if we stay like this. "Ugh, why do you have to ruin the moment", you playfully complained. "We'll pick things back up when we're in warm dry clothes", The says giving you a small peck before dragging you into your home. The whole thing was too much for you, for either of you. You were just happy things were back to normal. You weren't built for drama, maybe you should slow things down for your characters as well.

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namidragons · 1 year

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Some more Sol meta rambles relating to the various Sols in my IWATEX fic Inevitability

Spoilers referencing some endings and of course, the fic, so uhhh read that first? Also discussion of death.

Xylophone "Zy" is a bit of a thought experiment about timeloops and just how differently/badly things on Vertumna could go. Within Exocolonist itself obviously things can only diverge so much otherwise it'd be impossible to factor everything into the game, but I imagine that, through butterfly effects and little nudges here and there, some of Sol's loops could end up looking very different from how things shake out in the game. There's a number of occasions where Sol 'remembers' things that don't happen or they're unsure are real, some of them apparently very bad; there are probably potential disasters that we never see during an actual playthrough.

Which brings us to Zy, the living embodiment of worst case scenario. They're kind of awkward and gloomy, and when they arrive on Vertumna, things just get worse and worse. Tammy dies and Zy can't shake off the thought that it's their fault, something felt wrong and they ignored it and now Tammy's gone. They withdraw in on themselves, start sneaking out with Dys (they kind of get along with him? but Zy's also really blunt and tactless and probably upsets him sometimes), and then within a couple of years another disaster. They both run afoul of some wildlife, Zy panics and uses their augment, which is a kind of a camouflage, Dys is killed. Zy's turbobanned forever from going out and there's a share of people who blame them for Dys (though Zy probably believes it's more people than it really is). Although Zy does manage to save Hal later on, they are injured in the process and suffer from a permanent eye injury. Cal, pretty much the only friend-adjacent person Zy has left, dies in a geoponics accident thanks to the cultivators straining to their limits to try and solve the famine, which also sees Flulu die.

Zy then remembers what's going to happen with the Stratos being destroyed and as per the fic, it's their breaking point. They manage to blow up the faceless attacking the colony but the explosion brings down the wall and kills Chief Rhett, among others, resulting in massive casualties. Zy wanders off into the wilderness in a self-loathing despair and meets their end.

writing it all out I feel pretty bad for them damn, but that's where you get thinking about worst timelines.

Strawberry "Beep" is the opposite side of the Zy timeloop coin, as in, there must be certain loops where the events that play out are very, very similar, down to the Sol experiencing them being almost exactly the same person (something pretty easily replicated in the game itself). In this case, Beep being very close to another Strawberry, "Straw".

Like it says in the fic, Beep is a tough cookie and an excellent fighter, but not a jerk about it. She's kind of in the middle of loyalty vs rebellion; she'll usually toe the line but there's a competitive streak in her and definite willingness to challenge the status quo. Sometimes in the back of her head she just gets this impression, this idea, that hey maybe she should back off a bit, maybe she shouldn't brag, maybe she should be the bigger person. (and let's be real, kind of a jerk move to gloat about being a powerhouse when your augment is superstrength)

I just find it interesting to consider how much Sol might or might not remember. Maybe now and then there's a loop just like this one, where it's more of a nagging feeling than distinct memories.

Sadly for Beep, being a hero doesn't always pan out, and those consequences are another facet of her.

Strawberry "Straw" was one of my favourite actual playthroughs (though honestly I love all my Sols puts them in a big basket and carries them around like little chickies). She's hard as nails and maximised every red skill, that super strength putting in work. As a kid, she's an absolute hellion with rebellion all the way to the right, someone who helps out with guard and watch duty all the time but frustrates the heck out of Rhett because she's terrible with orders and consistently just does whatever she wants: it works so nobody is allowed to criticise her.

Kom's death hits Straw like a hammer and completely knocks her off her high horse. Without the reality check, Straw would have grown up to be an arrogant jerk, akin to a less cruel Vace. Instead, Straw calms down a lot, realises her own limitations, and puts in some work on herself. She's still not really the greatest people person (bravery 2/3s full is pretty much the extent of her social skills), but her boisterousness comes down a few notches and she's only mostly rebellious instead of full bore stick it to the man.

Technically there are versions of Straw who both destroyed the array and were a colonial hero, but Straw genuinely and truly wants to make things better, and in spite of finding out enough about the array that she could have sabotaged it, she quietly just omits key information and stalls enough that she and Marz are able to pull off their coup and replace Lum. At that stage it's a leadup into a peaceful resolution to the conflict. Instead of being a career soldier, Straw turns towards her botanical interests and becomes prominent in that field. (Straw is significantly smarter than she lets on or wants people to know, in peacetime endings, she gets over that insecurity).

Straw has a lot of good friends amongst the other colonists, including somehow Vace. She broke up him and Nem, but she kind of compartmentalised it as a dislike for seeing Nem with somebody else (Straw having crushed on her for essentially forever). Vace and Straw are competitive, and she doesn't put up with him being pointlessly cruel in front of her, but they're both pretty gung ho people and Straw does cheer on 'badass' stuff and attempt it in turn. Over time (especially when Straw and Nem get together a while after the breakup and she starts to realise how bad Vace's behaviour really was), Straw comes to the conclusion that Vace has got issues and needs help, but it's much later than the in-game therapy arc, because Straw isn't great with this kind of thing and spends a little while hoping he'll just grow out of it (he is in his mid 20s, he is not growing out of it). So yeah Straw gets Vace therapy when he's about 25 and has caused a lot of shit already. (non-therapy Vace friendship is kind of a big oof in ending slides, he just never grows as a person).

Incidentally, arrogant!Straw probably wouldn't have got along with Vace, there'd have been too much push-pull with their relationship, and she'd have started mashing his buttons on purpose sooner or later. Eventually, one of them would have wound up seriously injuring the other; we already know Vace has it in him to attack Sol, and arrogant!Straw is a Sol who would fight back very violently. It would not have ended well in the slightest.

#I was a teenage exocolonist #namitag:solposting

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necronatural · 1 year

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HELLO DO YOU KNOW IF THERE ARE ANY MASTERSWAP FICS?? such a good au bro

SADLY NO...I heard that apparently when people make this comparison its like Mob gets kidnapped or stolen away or whatever which really doesn't hit the appeal of him experiencing the same scenario as Serizawa (still lives at home, his mom consents because she doesn't know the details, he sees himself as healing thanks to Touichirou's help and is willing to put up with a lot because of that because he's afraid of who he'll become without him)

I would love to see masterswap fics 🥲 the derangement at play here is so irresistible

#asks #masterswap au

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This is why nobody takes pro lifers seriously when they take on that moral superiority complex.

Who thinks forcing a child who was assaulted into giving birth is somehow okay? Let alone in a first world country. However rare these cases are ( which they’re not nearly as rare as pro lifers claim them to be, S/A in minors is most common within family members or family friends & is often not reported at all ) I think the amount of trauma you’re putting that child through is enough to be disgusted with yourself. An assaulted child shouldn’t be legally forced to give birth to a child, let alone one of assault. Not to mention the amount of health risks that comes with these types of pregnancies. The psychological trauma just being swept under the rug? For what? An embryo that you have decided somehow has more value than this assaulted child.

Imagine telling a little girl that she has to take a full pregnancy to term to give birth to her rapist’s child just because you claim that an embryo that’s not capable of thought, or consciousness ( and no previous consciousness) or sentience, or pain reception has the exact same right to live even when she didn’t even consent to the action that led to their existence.

How is that not considered child abuse? Do you genuinely hear what type of BS your spewing and think you’re in the right and somehow protecting life? At the cost of what? Putting immense trauma onto another life & risking her own life. You claim pro choicers are sick and lack morals but the only ones willing to put a child through that sick type of trauma are pro lifers.

Anon, if I was not aware of the realities of abortion or the objective scientific fact that the unborn are living human beings from the moment of conception I would agree with you.

The problem here is you are just not aware of the truth.

Using pregnant children to justify abortion and try to mischaracterize pro-lifers is a serious flaw in the pro-choice community and I would kindly ask you to re-examine this argument.

Consenting sex between adults accounts for the vast majority of abortions. Pregnancy due to rape account for less than 1% of abortions and pregnant minors account for like 0.2% of that minority. You are using the literal tiniest percentage of abortions to argue for the overwhelming majority. Child SA is, sadly, not uncommon but it is very uncommon for a child to be seeking an abortion so to use the argument of a pregnant child to justify abortion and attack pro-lifers is dishonest and disingenuous. As pro-lifers, when we advocate against abortion, our goal and intention is not to make a child suffer, but to stop the killing of unborn children, the majority of whom are not being born to children who have been victims of a horrible crime. Even if I relented here and said ok if a child is raped and gets pregnant then I will agree abortion should be an option that means I'm still against nearly 100% of abortions and would still strongly advocate against it and you still wouldn't accept that position because you're not using the pregnant child scenario because you have a genuine concern for this one specific case you think needs a special solution, you're using this rare outlier to argue for all abortion scenarios and it's a really dishonest way to use that example.

But to address your claims neither I, or any other pro-lifer, think a child should be giving birth or even pregnant in the first place. That is an incredibly sad situation and whoever committed such a heinous crime needs to be castrated and killed for all I care.

You are making a big mistake here by blaming the trauma this child experienced on pro-lifers. We are no more responsible for the trauma this child has gone through than you are. The rapist alone is responsible for the trauma and the pregnancy. Trying to pin this on pro-lifers is, once again, dishonest and disingenuous.

Once a child has been raped and is pregnant, there is no trauma-free solution. It's a traumatic situation and we have to help the child through it in the safest way that causes the least death. An abortion procedure will be equally traumatic as giving birth, if not more, for a child to go through. Of course you think pro-lifers are just horrible people who induce suffering on children when you've allowed yourself to believe a completely false narrative of abortion that it's some kind of magic pregnancy and trauma erasure. Abortion is an incredibly invasive procedure that carries severe health risks of its own and these health risks are magnified when you have a child going through it just like the health risks for giving birth are magnified.

The problem here is if a child is pregnant now we have not one, but two human lives that we have to consider. The baby is not more important than the victim, but they are equally as important. The baby is not responsible for the way they were conceived and killing a baby because it's the product of rape is a horrible thing to do. You're claiming that the embryo (which is living human being) is somehow less valuable and has no right to live because they were conceived through rape. But the right to live isn't a right we have based on whether or not our existence was consented to, it's a right we have because we are human beings. There is no debate in science about whether or not the unborn are human beings or not. You are denying science by denying the humanity of the unborn. We know they are living human beings from conception and you are adding arbitrary qualifiers to their existence that you think are needed to be a person who is not completely worthless and is ok to just kill. Because simply being a person isn't enough apparently.

So yeah, I value the life of the innocent baby as much as I value the life of the innocent victim. Once pregnant, there's no way to avoid "birthing" the baby. The two options are we kill the unborn baby and then "force" the child to deliver the dead body or we provide constant and appropriate healthcare to the victim and deliver the baby alive and at the same time protect the life of the victim. Between these two options, the latter is the best one. It is the option with the least death. You are advocating for forcing the child to birth a dead baby. I'm advocating for naturally birthing a live one, performing a c-section or delivering it early if severe complications arise. It's actually safer to go through the pregnancy cycle and give birth with the proper healthcare than it is to get an invasive procedure that forces you to deliver a dead baby long before your body is supposed to in a clinic somewhere, especially for a child.

I am not advocating for child abuse. The child abuse is the rape. You are incredibly misinformed to think an abortion is a trauma free solution to this tragic scenario. That is very naive. There are some rape victims who gave birth and actually found it to be healing for them, but there's no way we can know before it happens. So you're just assuming that giving birth is going to be a terrible, traumatic experience and abortion is not, which suggests you don't really know what abortion is. And I know giving birth will be traumatic for a child. I'm not denying that. There's no erasing the trauma here, we just have to help the child through it in the safest way with the least dead children. You, however, seem to be denying that abortion will also be traumatizing for the child, which is why I keep mentioning it.

When we have two innocent lives we need to do what we can to save both of them instead of throwing one under the bus because we decided the circumstances of their conception means they don't matter and don't have the right to live. I am advocating for constant healthcare and the safe, although risky, delivery of a living baby where there is no death. You are advocating for a very risky, traumatic, invasive procedure that kills a baby.

#anon #answered #abortion #pro-life

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freya-duke · 1 year

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Villain x Love intrest

i saw a scenario on instagram about the villain kidnapping the heros lover snd the hero forgetting about them so i wrote and it yep here it is

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“Seems like you’re not as important to him as i thought you were”

She kept her head down as the tears fell from her eyes, the sound of heels clicking against the marbled floors flooded her ears along with a soft ringing. She wanted to be free, to find him and yell at him, tell him how long she waited, how her hope in him had dwindled and how her love for him was sadly still there. The rope that held her captive burned on her wrist and ankles but she didn't care, she didn’t care about the obnoxious burn that sizzled on her skin, she didn’t care about the red that it would leave, she just didn’t care anymore.

“Stay still, I’ll set you free”

She didn’t expect that. She thought it was a trick but the villain was nothing but kind to her during her stay, no, not kind, pity. Pity is the word she would use to describe how the villain felt. They pitied her because she was forgotten about, because he didn’t notice if she was there or not. Was it really pity then? How do villains become villains? Most act the way they act because they were forgotten about. So then maybe it wasn’t pity, maybe it was empathy, maybe they felt bad that she was experiencing the same as them- but maybe just maybe a bit worse.

“I was there you know”, before she could recognize what was happening the rope that burned her was off and the villain was in front of her crouching down to be at her eye level. “I was at your wedding, it was beautiful, you were beautiful.” She felt a hand settle on her cheek, her mind told her to pull away but her heart told her to stay, that it was safe, as much as she wanted to question it herself at the same time she didn’t, she felt safe, comfortable, maybe even possibly cherished. The way they spoke, their voice was calming and addictive, soothing and mellowed.

“I saw you in white and I was mesmerized. I was held in a trance by how brightly you shined, you lit up his world that day and you knew it, but at the same time you unknowingly lit up mine, anything I did I made sure you were safe. You didn’t know me, you only knew of me, of the crimes I have committed and of the hurt that I have caused.”

Her thoughts were racing at this point, the villain's expression was unreadable, the mask that stayed latched over their face restricted the view. All she could do was look away, feeling the heat rising in her face but also the tears starting to swell up in her eyes. She heard the villain sigh and then after a small click was heard.

“I want you to trust me, I know you don’t know me but I know you. I know that you love the beach at night but hate it in the day, I know you love and prefer the spicy over the savory, I could go on for hours. I know nearly every detail of you and your life. He forgot about you, but I didn’t, I never did. You blessed me that day and ever since you have been my every thought, you have been in my dreams and in my heart, no matter where I go you're always there. I see you everywhere, I hear your voice no matter where I go. I became this way because I was ignored and forgotten, but now I found you, I found a reason to do this, selfish it may be but it’s still a reason. You’re my reason, I want to do this for you, whether you're by my side or not I will do anything for you. I will love and cherish you, I will never forget you. I shall admire you, from afar or from up close. I will worship you like the goddess you are. I won’t say I do and leave you be, you’re already my every thought.”

She couldn’t believe her ears, what she was hearing. The tears in her eyes went away as she wrapped her head around what was just said. This- this was a love confession, someone who was meant to be cruel and uncaring loved her? To hear it all felt like a dream, she feels as though she should be freaking out but she isn’t. Why is that? Why does she feel as though maybe this is what’s right- better than what is- no, what was.

“I’ll do it, i’ll stay by your side, i’ll help you with whatever is needed, but you have to stay true to your word.” She looked up and was faced with honey brown eyes, the mask was off and the villain was revealed and she was gorgeous. Honey brown, something that would forever now be associated with her. A smile lined the villain's face as she stood up. Eyes followed her every move until the two met eye to eye. The villain's hand extended out to the girl and without hesitation she reached out for it with a small smile on her face, she was pulled from the chair and into the villains arms. Arms wrapped around her waist as the villain's face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“I promise, that I mean it when I say ‘till death do us part.”

#villain #love interest #forgotten

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Omg honeybees? 👀🐝🐝🐝 will you share honeybee stories? Im imagining a Jupiter Ascending type scenario whwre you conduct the bees in elaborate aerial dance

Sadly, no. But I will tell you a honeybee story from when we first got the little bastards.

When you first get bees you typically get quite a small colony that has broken off from a larger colony contained in something called a nucleus. You then put those bees into a hive which is at least four times the size of a nucleus. So they go from not a lot of space to an enormous amount of space very quickly.

This means that really shouldn't swarm. The main reason for bees to swarm is space and they've got acres of space. And they're in a new pad so they should be focussing on making more bees and redecorating.

A mere fortnight into keeping bees, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, I'm in our kitchen faffing about when I hear it. A swarm.

If you've never experienced a swarm in real life before, I can't possibly explain it to you. It is infinitely louder and more chaotic than you could imagine. I look out of the kitchen window and the air above our garden is black with tens of thousands of bees.

"LOVE!" I shout to my husband.

"Yeah, one minute," he says.

"SWARM!!!" I yell like a person possessed.

There is the noise of a PS4 controller being flung against the nearest wall and he comes skidding into the kitchen.

"Shit," he says. "Shit. Why are they swarming??"

"Do I look like I have a direct fucking telepathic link to them??" I say, like a moron.

We scramble to get out bee suits on. These are not the easiest things to get into at the calmest of times, let alone when you're fresh out of the box beekeepers who are experiencing a swarm that absolutely, definitely, totally should not be happening.

We're zipping up our hoods and pulling on sheepskin gloves when the fuckers move. En masse (as is the only way the move). And settle in a whirring, writhing ball in a tree in the garden of the people living three doors down.

"I'll get the nucleus," my husband says, stressed. "You warn the neighbours."

I want to switch point of view right now, you really feel the full effect of what happened.

I would like you to imagine you are an elderly and kind woman in her very late 80s. You are about to enjoy a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits with your similarly elderly and kind husband. It is a very pleasant, sunny British summertime sort of day and you have the back door open to allow for a gentle breeze. Just as you go to sit down, there is a loud, insistent knock at the door.

You open the door to find a very sweaty, panicked-looking young woman in full beekeeping gear, all but jumping up and down on your doorstep. Before you can say anything she bellows

"DON'T GO IN THE GARDEN!!!!"

at full volume.

Anyway, we got the bees back. Turns out they swarmed because they thought their queen was ill because the previous beekeeper had clipped her wings.

Beekeeping is fun. Don't be a beekeeper.

#adventures in apiary #ask

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Leave the World Behind: *** out of 5

There’s been a steady fixation on end-of-the-world scenarios lately, both in the real world and in the stories we consume. Reasons abound for our pessimistic view of Earth’s future, so it’s not only understandable for our works of fiction to reflect this feeling but entirely expected. Leave the World Behind is the latest depiction of society’s increasing existential angst.

In Sam Esmail’s new psychological thriller, the writer/director wastes no time getting to these heavy themes. The very first scene sees protagonist Amanda Sandford (a weary Julia Roberts) spring it on her half-asleep husband, Clay (Ethan Hawke), that she’s arranged an impromptu weekend vacation for the family at a rental house on Long Island. Her frenzied spontaneity might suggest some sort of mental illness, but what she utters to cap off the scene indicates her problem is even worse: “I fucking hate people.” It’s a sentiment that’s at once a justifiable reaction to our world and a vital factor in how that very world came into being. What’s clear is that Amanda cares less about where they’re going than where they’re leaving, New York City, which happens to be brimming with people.

Upon arriving at their destination, it’s clear this won’t be an ideal vacation, despite the gigantic, modern home and picturesque surroundings. First, the TV and Wi-Fi stop working which, in today’s terms, is all but catastrophic. Also, Amanda notices someone (a sadly underused Kevin Bacon) at the grocery store stocking up on essentials while back at the house, deer show up in gradually larger numbers, an ominous and recurring element that otherwise never completely works. Then there’s the oil tanker that approaches the beach where the family’s trying to relax, causing confusion at first, then utter chaos as the vessel rams into shore. This scene, on the other hand, does work, a nerve-racking set piece that really cranks up the tension.

However, the most intriguing and morally ambiguous dilemma involves the unannounced arrival of George and his daughter Ruth (Mahershala Ali and Myha’la Herrold), who claim to be the homeowners. Apparently, they’ve returned seeking shelter due to a blackout in New York City, but whether that’s true is part of the mystery. The characters also happen to be black, a crucial detail for this story and one that challenges both the Sandfords and the audience to confront any prejudices they hold. The more affable Clay is willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but Amanda is skeptical, barely able to conceal her simmering bigotry.

Yet, the characters transcend oversimplified labels; they’re realistic, their behaviour nuanced. The actors involved are too experienced for one-dimensional performances. Indeed, it’s quite rare for such a distinguished cast to be in this kind of project, but it’s a welcome luxury and one that makes up for an underwhelming picture.

The actors hold our attention and pull us into this mayhem, but so too does Esmail, whose keen sense of pacing and dialogue, combined with the performances and Mac Quayle’s eerie score, helps craft a gripping experience, a mystery begging to be unraveled. The setup is akin to Jordan Peele’s Us, 2019’s near-masterpiece that also begins with strangers arriving at the rental home of a vacationing family. Yet, adept as he is, Esmail falls short of Peele’s mastery of ideas and images.

For one thing, he’s overly busy with his camera. It moves around every which way, from above and below, spinning around and spying on our characters. At first, it adds suspense, but it becomes distracting, as if a recent film grad’s just itching to use every trick he’s learned. He also stages some clunky set pieces involving a crashing airplane or a fleet of self-driving cars that deviate from the story’s tone. Even worse is a late scene featuring a sea of deer that’s unintentionally goofy due to some shoddy CGI and bizarre character reactions.

As the larger picture comes into focus, the tension dissipates like the air from a balloon as we reach a conclusion that feels, if not predictable then frustratingly inevitable. Esmail is an astute observer of humanity and the conclusions he draws are sound, but it’s as if he’s reciting an essay instead of telling a story. Much of the content is over-explained, leaving scant room for subtext or interpretation. At the same time, he scatters on the screen an array of societal flaws like class inequality, racism, cynicism, over-reliance on technology, environmental abuse, etc but never completely zooms in for a closer look, settling for superficial insight.

This trend of over-explaining and under-developing is seen in the racial tension that develops subtlety but never fully, and when the filmmakers do address the sad situation of the black homeowners sleeping in the basement while the white visitors sleep upstairs, a character spells it out for us while a visual cue would’ve done just fine. Storytellers like Peele conjure up all sorts of intriguing symbols and concepts that coalesce for the narrative’s sake but not at the expense of our own intellect or imagination. We draw our own conclusions from the exquisite pieces that Peele lays out; in Leave the World Behind, Esmail does all the work for us.

There’s a subplot in the film involving the daughter, Rose (Farrah Mackenzie), and her quest to finish the program, Friends. She’s reached the series finale but can’t stream it once the internet goes down. This is her primary concern as the world’s ending. It’s supposed to be a metaphor for our misplaced priorities and over reliance on modern technology, but it also represents the seemingly trivial little bits of comfort we cling to when we’re distressed. This relates to something Clay says about his student who’s writing a book on how media serves as both an escape and a reflection.

Friends was never extraordinary. It’s not as brilliant, incisive or original as some of its contemporaries like Seinfeld or Frasier. Yet, despite that, its characters and their stories make it thoroughly watchable. In that sense, Leave the World Behind is as much a reflection of Friends as it is the real world, though it’s doubtful you’ll revisit it as much as the juicy drama between Ross and Rachel.

#movie review #movies #leave the world behind #netflix

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this-barbie-is-a-blogger · 11 months

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Memory Log #4:

Barbie Mariposa’s Metamorphosis

To the Beautiful You

Adolescence is an awkward and uncomfortable stage in this world because humans experience a lot of changes physically and emotionally which, in the worst case scenario, may happen at the same time! Imagining transitioning from being a 14-year old Skipper Roberts which involves growing a few inches taller, getting hips and chest area wider, and having body hairs on unexpected hidden places along with feeling weirded out and confused about these changes as you grow into a 21-year-old Barbie Roberts which apparently has no flaws at all! Good thing we never experience that in my world where we just woke up having no troubles with body changing as it stays exactly how we first got conscious with it!

The real world has brought this Barbie to learn one interesting concept today: body image. Body image is defined by Croll (2005) as the overall view of a person to their body which also includes how they feel about it and their response towards what other people think about it. This is said to be dynamic as it depends on the external factors such as the people we interact with, the current situation we are experiencing and the cultural expectations from that moment. One example that I can think of is my behavior towards how I dress myself when I'm within this campus or just anywhere far from home as compared to when I'm in my hometown. I dress more freely and less conservative here as I'm aware that I'm surrounded by less judging people. Even though there will be some people inclined to ruthlessly judge me, their opinions bear no value to me as they are practically strangers and the attitude being imposed here is that we just mind our own business. However, some clothing style may not be acceptable back in my hometown, especially to those who are related to me by blood as their judgment hurts more than what other people think. There is an expectation from myself towards them to be accepting of me regardless of what I wear. However, this sadly does not happen very much often so I just chose to tone down the clothing based on what they deemed "decent" as they say. But in doing so, it affects my self-esteem in the process. Dressing up can give a boost to my confidence and the act of toning it down feels like I'm restricting myself to what feels good.

According to Voelker and others (2015), body image lies in a continuum between a healthy body perception which can be positive and accurate and an unhealthy and negative body perception which can be negative and less accurate. An unhealthy body image is associated with obesity and physical inactivity which can also lead to having eating disorders if left unchecked. When I was younger, I had this mentality that I can only be liked and attract people if I'm at a certain weight so I tried those diet programs and exercised for a while but whenever I look at my reflection in the mirror, I still feel too fat or not fit at all. It didn't help the fact that I idolize unrealistic body standards from K-Pop idols who I later learned that their companies were lying about their weight so that people won't fat shame them and to uphold their prefect images. I resorted to changing how I wear my clothes in a way that hides my tummy that I thought was too flabby and emphasizes my hips and waist which I noticed people are praising about. I didn't realize that I had an unhealthy perception towards my body at that time and looking back, I wish I could have told my younger self that my body was already fit enough.

There are still parts of my body that this Barbie has deemed unacceptable and hideous but that is something I'm currently working on to come in terms with. I may have a long way to go to love them but I'm finally aware of my imperfections and on how to handle them in a healthier way. This Barbie has finally acknowledged that SHE WAS PRETTY for sure but she always has been. Let's raise our glass to the beautiful you of today.

Cheers to the beautiful ✨ YOU ✨

Learn more about Body Image:

Croll, J. (2005). Body image and adolescents. In Stang, SJ & Story, M (eds). Guidelines for adolescent nutrition services. Retrieved from www.epi.umn.edu/let/pubs/adol_-book.shtm

Voelker, D.K., Reel, J.J., & Greenleaf, C. (2015). Weight status and body image perceptions in adolescents: current perspectives. Adolescent Health, Medicine and Therapeutics, 6: 149-158. DOI:10.2147/AHMT.S68344.

#Spotify #bodypositivity #body neutrality #body image #unapologetic #adolescence #Module_4

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