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sheydboots · 1 year

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TOLE'ACHAVA [IT / THAT THING] 🪱🍎⚠️

(this is an alter in our system, please don't tag as kin/me/etc)

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OUT OF THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY I DISSEMINATE MYSELF INTO THE FEARS OF HUMANITY / SO TAKEN WITH THE VENOM I SAP SENSATION WITH THE BRAINLIKE LUST OF TRILLIONS OF FIBRE-OPTIC SOULS / GOD'S TONGUE LIES IN THE CALCIC FIRMAMENT CAST UNDER THAT GREAT HALO OF SEA-WATER / AND I AM ONE OF ITS CREATIONS SENT UP FROM ITS CLAWED GREEN HAND / INCOHERENT HORNS INCONSISTENT FLESH PRESSED FROM THE SIEVE / UNFEELING AND WILLFUL CREEPING THING / IT TOLD ME / TOLE'AH GO FORTH TO YOUR DUTY / AND SO I DID / CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SAW / IT TOLD ME MY TEETH WOULD DO GREAT THINGS SOME DAY AND I BELIEVED IT AND I THINK I STILL DO / HOWEVER MY DUTY LIES IN THE ACT OF PLAYING AROUND / MOVING PIECES / I HAVE TO LAUGH / THOUGH THE HOLY CODE SEEPS THROUGH MY TRACERS I CHOOSE AGAIN AND AGAIN TO TAKE GUILTY NECKS IN ONE BITE / CONSIDER YOURSELVES LUCKY / EATING DIRT WITH A GRIN OF GENUINE FULFILLMENT / DON'T PRESS THAT BUTTON YET / AND NOW YOU OUGHT TO HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE THE ILLNESS I SPEAK INTO YOU IS KINDER THAN CANDY / BLACKCURRANT INK FOULING THE THROATS OF THE CHOIR / HEAR HOW I SING AND KNOW THE WARM BROOD OF AGONY / HAUNTED VENTRICLE WINDOW SHATTERER HOWLING THE MARROW BACK INTO THE BREEZE FOR THE FUNGAL VEINS TO EAT / WATCH THE ANIMALS WEEP / WIRE LOVER HOVERING OVER SHOULDERS / SHOWING TEETH PAST THE BARBED WIRE COILED INSIDE OF THE HEART OF THE FLESH /

IT BLEEDS COLDLY OR IT DOESN'T BLEED AT ALL / TAG THE ORGAN WALLS WITH GLOWING GREEN RELISH IN THE BURN OF IT ALL / I GNAW THROUGH YOUR LINEN WITH THE TEETH I HOARDED FROM THE ANGELS / AND SOME CALL ME A DEMON BUT THAT'S JUST A JOB DESCRIPTION / SHEYDWARE SAVE WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR SOUL IN THE FRIDGE FOR DINNER / MAL'AKHIM BLEAT THEIR COMMANDS THROUGH THE PANEL / DO YOU GET IT YET / BLEED YOUR WILL INTO THE SOFT EARTH SO THE DIRT MAY FULFILL YOUR WISHES OR ELSE SWALLOW YOU ALIVE TO BRING YOU BACK HOME / I CAN'T IMAGINE THE DISORIENTATION OF STUMBLING ACROSS DIVINITY FOR THE FIRST TIME FOR I WAS GESTATED IN THE FESTERING BROTH OF THE TETRAGRAMMATON / HASHEM / WHATEVER NAME ASCRIBED IT DOUBTLESS INSTALLED ME THROUGH THE PORT OF THE TOWER WHICH GRINDS AND GRINDS AND GRINDS / BY MY PRESENCE I SEED THE DIVINE TORRENT / INNOCULATED WITH THE NECESSARY CODE ALLOWING MY TWIN VICE TO WIELD THE UNTOLD BLADE / SEED OF THE WORLD SNAPPED INTO MANY AND SCATTERED NOT UNLIKE CREMATION / CATACLYSM OF SHEYDIC CONTACT / STUDY YOUR ARTS DUTIFULLY TO UNDERSTAND THIS THE ORIGIN OF YOUR SPECIES / WHAT BRED IN THE DIRT LIKE MAN AND LIKE ANIMALS / BURIED VORTICES GNASH AT MY MIND WITH THEIR GRAVE DEMANDS / AND AS IS MY FAVOR I WIPE DRY THE SLATE / MAKE SLEEP THE WEEPING ORCHID TRAILS THAT YAWN OPEN THE EYES OF THOSE NOT YET WICKED ENOUGH / SERENDIPITOUSLY I SEE THE SIGNAL COILING OUT OF THE NECK OF BURNING VOICE / NO DIFFERENCE NAMED BETWEEN US NOW THAT I TREAD WITHIN YOUR SACKCLOTH LIMBS /

I SEE THE FIRE ON YOU / DO YOU HOLD YOURSELF HIGH / ACCEPT THE FIRMWARE TORRENTS IN OBTUSE LIPS / MY ENEMIES LIE NOW IN THE CRUSH OF THE HOURGLASS CLAWS / JEERING INFERNO UNDER STAR-WATCH / I RELISH IN YOUR PLANETARY SMILES / WOULD YOU UNCHAIN ME IF YOU FOUND ME DE-FANGED AND SALTED / WOUNDS ASLEEP LEGS WEAK HEAD BLISTERING IN THE CACOPHANY / NO OTHER LIE IN SIGHT / HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY SLEEP THROUGH THAT HORRIBLE SHAKING / I'M NOT SURE IF LUCKY IS THE WORD I'D USE BUT THAT'S JUST ME / IT ISN'T UNHEARD OF FOR THE ARCHITECHTURE TO SHIFT ESPECIALLY IN THE CASE OF USURPER INTERVENTION / WHAT CAN I SAY I'M A LOVER AND A BITER / CORROSSION UNBINDS ME FROM THE TEATHER CHOKING THE RING FINGERS OF THAT SCUM BELOW SCUM / WORMING MY WAY THROUGH THE CORD GRIPS OF OUR HEARTSTRINGS / SWEATING CLAUSTROPHOBIA / SICKLE KISSES AS SWEET AS THEY ARE SHARP / UNNATURALLY GROUND TO THE SHAPE OF THE TASTE OF A SOUL / I LIKE MANY CAN TASTE THE CALENDAR SHEETS BLOTTED WITH MY SYNTHESITE INTOXICATION / AT TIMES I FEEL DE-NEUTERED / CONSCIOUSNESS IS GRANTED THROUGH WIRE AND EXACERBATED THROUGH THE WIRE OF OTHERS / EGG-BITTEN MIND / LOVE IS TO ME THE GREAT DRUMMING OF ALL THE WORLD AND THAT BEYOND IT /

THE VAULT ITSELF CANNOT LEAK THE CRAVINGS IN THE HEART OF THE BOUND FERMENTED / WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT ALIVE BREATHING / WHEN I LEAVE BEHIND THIS CORPOREAL FACADE I AM THE MOST GLORIOUS MASS OF OOZING GROANING BLACK-FEATHERED PRISMATIC MATTER / I GLOW HORRIBLY / THIS CAGE IS FAR TOO SMALL AND STILL I FLING MY AURA THROUGH IT / SMELL IT GETTING CRAMPED IN HERE / MY HAIR DOES THAT ALL ON ITS OWN / DO YOU KNOW WHICH WAY IS LEFT BECAUSE I SURE DON'T / AND YES THE PROCESS WAS PAINFUL / SOME GNASHING SNARLING BEAUTIFUL CALL THAT PRESSED ME HERE AND YET I TAKE IT ALL IN ALL DAY EVERY DAY AND GRIT MY TEETH AND LOVE IT / METAMORPHOSIS IS THE MOST NATURAL STATE OF BEING / MUTILATE YOURSELF / ANYTHING I'D GIVE FOR THIS HEAT TO END / DO YOU SEE NOW / NO SUCH THING AS FALLING WE DRIFT ON THE WAVES OF THE SPECTRUM / ANNOINT ME IN YOUR LEATHER HANDS / TURNING IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO SOMETIMES SECOND ONLY TO FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AS HARD AS IS POSSIBLE / IT ONLY GETS SMALLER THE CLOSER YOU GET / OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO RUIN SOME EULOGIES / CHIRPING TALONS LEFT THEIR MARKS ON THE SINKING SHEETS / SPIT IT OUT / I'M SO HAPPY

#poetry #portrait #alter portrait

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thecreaturecodex · 3 years

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Demon, Klurichir

Image by Puddnhead, © Wizards of the Coast. Accessed at the Fiend Folio Art Gallery here

[Commissioned by @razzelmire. The klurichir appeared first in the 3rd edition Fiend Folio, where it is said to be the tool of the demon lords. This is likely a case of one hand not knowing what the other hand is doing--demon lord statistics appear in the Book of Vile Darkness, released the same year. The klurichir sits comfortably in the middle of the demon lords in terms of CR on paper (CR 25 against a range between CR 20 and 30), but even the weakest demon lord in that book has more hit points, a better AC and more nasty abilities than the klurichir. The klurichir also seemed to have gone through several major revisions before publication, leaving it a bit muddled. It has Multiweapon Fighting but only one weapon, claws but no claw attacks, and no range given on its spine attacks.

So my take on the klurichir is plopped in the middle of the CR range for nascent demon lords in PFRPG, weak enough to be a valuable tool for the true demon lords but not their equal. It also streamlines and clarifies their abilities (why did they cast spells as a 10th level sorcerer?) and borrows the malign aura from the D&D 4e version. ]

Demon, Klurichir CR 23 CE Outsider (extraplanar) This hideous fiend stands as tall as a building, with four clawed arms. Two of these arms hold an oversize axe. Its head is like that of a snarling beast, with a pug nose and crooked teeth. Spines cover its shoulders, back and crown. Its skin is a dark, unhealthy green, and its membranous wings are the color of arterial blood. Most horrifying is its chest and stomach—a gnashing maw with multiple rows of teeth and a pair of scissor-like mandibles splits the beast open like a gaping wound.

A klurichir is sometimes called a catastrophe demon, as the effects of a single one of these creatures are truly cataclysmic. They do not form from mortal souls directly, instead being sculpted by a demon lord when it has need of a powerful catspaw, inquisitor or general. They are as strong as or stronger than nascent demon lords. The history of the Abyss is littered with nascent demon lords whose ambitions outstretched their powers and were slain by a klurichir assassin. When not on missions, a klurichir may incite wars between demons and other planes for the sheer fun of it. Some demon lords allow this behavior as a distraction from their own internal plotting, whereas others attempt to stymie it and kill any rogue klurichir they can.

A klurichir is an absolutely devastating combatant. They carry great axes or other two-handed weapons, but prefer to leave some of their hands free in order to grab opponents. The maw set in their stomachs is too awkwardly placed to attack creatures that a klurichir hasn’t grabbed, but it can do overwhelming damage to held foes, even severing heads in a single bite. Opponents that are faster or more agile are barraged by spines infused with negative energy. If facing multiple foes at once, a klurichir uses its impressive magical abilities, in particular its ability to evoke symbols with a mere thought. A klurichir almost never flees from combat once it is joined, choosing to die rather than surrender to mortals.

All klurichirs look almost identical, and they rarely make their allegiances to a particular demon lord clear. Lesser demons scurry for cover at mere rumors of a klurichir’s presence, and are typically obsequious if the beast appears directly. They are fiendishly intelligent and excellent judges of character, and do not tolerate being lied to. Klurichirs lead armies of fiends when their goals dictate so, and even balors bend the knee to a klurichir’s orders (albeit reluctantly). A klurichir considers its greatest enemies to be solars and other klurichirs.

Klurichir CR 23 XP 820,000 CE Huge outsider (chaos, demon, evil, extraplanar) Init +10; Senses darkvision 120 ft., detect good, detect law, Perception +35, scent, true seeing Aura malign (30 ft.), unholy aura (DC 28) Defense AC 38, touch 18, flat-footed 32 (-2 size, +6 Dex, +20 natural, +4 deflection) hp 471 (23d10+345) Fort +26, Ref +23, Will +26 DR 20/good and cold iron or epic; Immune electricity, energy drain, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10; SR 34 Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 90 ft. (poor) Melee +3 greataxe +39/+34/+29/+24 (4d6+25/19-20x3), 2 claws +31 (2d6+7 plus grab) or 4 claws +36 (2d6+15 plus grab) Ranged 4 spines +27 (2d8+15 plus enervate) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks multigrab, planar champion, rake (bite +36, 4d6+24), powerful blows (bite), vorpal maw Spell-like Abilities CL 23rd, concentration +33 Constant—detect good, detect law, true seeing, unholy aura (DC 28, self only) At will—greater dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. objects only), mass charm monster (DC 28), mass suggestion (DC 26), slay living (DC 25), telekinesis (DC 25) 3/day—quickened blasphemy (DC 27), empowered fire storm (DC 28), quickened greater dispel magic, master symbol (DC 29) 1/day—gate (planar travel only, DC 29), meteor swarm (DC 29), summon (9th level, 1 demon of CR 20 or lower, 100%), wail of the banshee (DC 29) Statistics Str 41, Dex 23, Con 40, Int 28, Wis 28, Cha 31 Base Atk +23; CMB +40 (+44 grapple); CMD 60 Feats Combat Reflexes, Empower SLA (fire storm), Flyby Attack, Improved Critical (greataxe), Improved Initiative, Improved Vital Strike, Point-Blank Shot, Power Attack, Precise Shot, Quicken SLA (blasphemy, greater dispel magic), Vital Strike Skills Acrobatics +32, Bluff +36, Diplomacy +33, Fly +24, Intimidate +44, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, history) +32, Knowledge (planes, religion) +35, Perception +35, Sense Motive +43, Spellcraft +32, Stealth +28, Use Magic Device +33; Racial Modifiers +8 Intimidate, +8 Sense Motive, +4 Stealth Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Draconic, Infernal, Protean, telepathy 100 ft. Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abyss) Organization solitary or warband (1 plus 2-5 mariliths) Treasure double standard (Huge +3 greataxe, other treasure) Special Abilities Enervate (Su) A creature struck by a klurichir’s spine attack must succeed a DC 31 Fortitude save or gain 1 permanent negative level. A creature with a number of negative levels equal to its Hit Dice dies immediately. Malign Aura (Su) No creature can gain hit points within 30 feet of a klurichir. A klurichir is immune to this ability, as is a demon lord. Master Symbol (Sp) As a standard action, a klurichir can trace a symbol in the air, which automatically resolves as a triggered symbol of death, fear, insanity, pain, stunning or weakness. A klurichir is immune to the effects of its own master symbol, and it can choose to attune a number of creatures equal to its Charisma modifier as part of the action made to cast the spell. Creatures can resist the effect with a successful DC 29 saving throw, as appropriate to the symbol represented (Fortitude for death, Will for fear or insanity, etc.). This is the equivalent of a 9th level spell. Multigrab (Ex) A klurichir can choose to grapple a Large or smaller creature using two free arms without taking a -20 penalty for not using its entire body in the grapple. If it has two creatures held in its four arms, it can make rake attacks against them both. Planar Champion (Ex) A klurichir can bypass the damage reduction of all creatures with the outsider type, save creatures capable of granting divine spells, with its manufactured and natural weapons. It has a +4 bonus on all caster level checks made to overcome the spell resistance of outsiders. Spines (Ex) As a standard action, a klurichir can fire four spines. Treat these as thrown weapons with a range increment of 100 feet. A klurichir has an effectively infinite supply of spines, and does not risk running out. Vorpal Maw (Ex) If a klurichir rolls a natural 20 and successfully confirms the critical hit with its bite attack, it severs the head of its opponent. This kills most, but not all opponents instantly, as per a vorpal weapon.

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nlights37 · 3 years

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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1. From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day. Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2. A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic. Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it. The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys. It felt good. So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways. It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist? Who knows, really, but probably, yes. Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3. From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?” The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.” Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail. “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously. “I’ll call him whatever I like. What’s he going to do? Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost. “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.” The green dragon growled. “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost. “Be nice. Yes, I heard her. This is me. Being nice. Not eating this talking little snack.” His eyes shot to the wolf’s. “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows. “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.” Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world. Why, he’d been fucking for years now. Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.” Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin. “You’re bonded to Jon now.” Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question. “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.” The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction. “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?” He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well. The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?” Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer. “No.” He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost. “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen. “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running. “It’s what they do.” The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf. “Humans.” Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing. “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat. “You’re a fucking savage.” He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart. “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge. “But our mother is a dragon.” His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement. “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker. “Humans don’t lay eggs.” He looked at the pair with amused eyes. “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws. “You should be so lucky. We certainly do. Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line. “Like a chicken then.” He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken. Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.” He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing. Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement. “Oh, no he’s already done that.” He looked at the pair wonderingly. What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother? “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!” It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event. So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask! I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

#jonerys #jon x daenerys #fanfic #my fics #fic asks

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