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#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #whistles

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𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 in front of her really was. the preacher the fremen call him, but her aunt whispers the name of a long lost brother. of her father. the same father who, upon their birth, named them, held them, & then walked into the desert to die. the same father who left them with their aunt, with the twins only having each other--while their lives hadn't been nearly as horrible or unfortunate as others, young woman not neglecting the privileges born into, that doesn't mean it doesn't come with hardships or the feeling something's always been missing. azure eyes cut from the body on the ground toward the man to her left, the only features visible from stillsuit helmet being her eyes . . eyes that had the same slant of chani's, the same determination in them. ❛ while your assistance is appreciated, i am well capable of taking care of myself. ❜ explains ghanima, not wishing to be seen as incapable or unable to kill. ❛ we can't stay her-. . ❜

@kwsatz said, " I KILLED THEM FOR YOU. I KNOW YOU COULD'VE DONE IT YOURSELF, BUT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. "

voice is interrupted by the low grunt of the second body laying in the sand. sighing, ghanima turns away & walks until she stands over the adversary. leaning down, crysknife in palm, free hand grabs the other by the back of the head to yank their head sideways, exposing the neck, before she drives knife into flesh. holding a moment until its withdrawn, cleaned of blood, & placed back into her thigh holder. turning back, stillsuit helmet is pulled off & mouth guard lowered giving a clear view of her face. ❛ my brother is looking for you. for why, i'm not certian, but he is. he neglected to tell me so until i found out on my own. & now here i am, trying to keep him from getting himself killed or worse. ❜ he would for her or he'd make stilgar hold her hostage until he left. in the afternoon sun, ghanima's hair has flecks of deep auburn in it like her mothers. ❛ come on, then, preacher. we don't have all day. ❜

#kwsatz #muse: ghanima atreides #setting this during the kinda children of dune era #and w her not knowing w certianty that the preacher is her dad #bc i thought it'd be interesting #knife // #murder // #murder cw #murder tw

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6x05 // 6x09

#re: ghanima & leto ii #q

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𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘. he's done it before at the council, in the training yard, & gods know when before criston came to be in her service. he's a man, alicent concludes, & men are prone to violence. no matter the type, no matter the circumstance. but, women have their own acts of agression--however, they just happened to not be so in your face or obvious as a mans brand of violence. that much she had learned, seen, assumed with age. there is some comfort in knowing ser criston has sworn himself to her & to upholding her honor. finally, she feels, someone truly on her side. someone who won't leave it or turn their cloak on her. ( her husband had never really been hers, her eldest son hell bent on doing everything wrong. her father was loyal, yes, but self serving. )

@sevynhells said, " JUST GIVE THE WORD AND I'LL KILL EVERY ONE OF THEM. "

hand tightens on her glass of wine, eyes taking a moment to lift themsevles to meet criston's. mind mulls over the idea in a partially genuine way, but eventually backs away from the idea. ❛ no need, ser criston. ❜ speaks the queen calmly, ❛ as tempting as the idea may be. we mustn't show violence now, we must be seen as the ones with level heads. ❜ because daemon isn't nor as he ever been. winning the war is important, but so are the opinons of those around them.

#sevynhells #muse: alicent hightower #hotd //

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#support me? ( self promo. ) #q

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your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone

#re: alys & aemond #q

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more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

#WRITING PROMPTS. #:eyes:

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 interest in her whereabouts. trailing just far enough behind that it might not be as noticable or obvious. alys, however, could tell whoever it was meant no harm to her--people tended to have different energies to them, different feelings depending on their mood or intent. reading people for alys had been easy & not always because of her witch abilities.

@valyrianbled said, SENDER IS CAUGHT FOLLOWING RECEIVER.

stopping in her tracks, alys turns slowly 'round to see who had been following her. to her surprise, it wasn't a man or a guard, but the princess helaena. with her big eyes & gentle heart, silver hair to match her brother. older woman allows a small smile to press against lips, ❛ princess, ❜ says alys, taking a step forward. hands clasp at her front. ❛ is there something the matter ? do you need my attentions ? ❜

#valyrianbled #muse: alys rivers #q

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im not arguing with a man with big hands, whatever u say daddy

#musings: riley viktor #musings: alys rivers #musings: harley quinn #musings: clarice starling #q

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bc i wanna distract myself, but my brain doesn't wanna do drafts, like this for a small starter. comment a <3 along with your specified muse if you want it to be shippy.

#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #wanna be productive and write smth #even if its not draft type productive yknow?

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON PARALLELS

S1E06 | "The Princess and the Queen" S1E08 | "The Green Council"

#re: ghanima & irulan #re: jessica & alia #re: alia & jessica #re: alicent & helaena #re: helaena & alicent

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#re: irulan & paul #q

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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

#musings: chani kynes #musings: wanda maximoff #musings: rhaenyra targaryen #musings: alicent hightower #musings: ellie williams #q

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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY leaving the exclusive Dior party in Los Angeles (February 05, 2024)

#visage: alia atreides #q

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𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓. millie coming to check on willy, to peak into his brainstorming session, to keep him company. announcing herself with a knock on door, peaking her head in, standing behind willy with arms wrapped around him. chin jutting out to rest, as best as she could on raised toes, his shoulder to see what had gathered so much attention that afternoon. while millie can't account for other women, she personally has no quarrel with allowing willy the entire day to work through his ideas. to be the one to test them--after all, millie only wanted to be with him. for him to happy in whatever that means.

@slashfiiction said, " TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT. " + [ HIPS ]: SENDER PULLS RECEIVER IN CLOSER BY THE HIPS.

then, being only slightly mischevious, millie had begun to press little kisses against the nape of his neck. against the side of it while allowing the tips of her fingers to play with the little curls about shoulders. his spinning around to face her, his behind rested against the table she had him pressed into, had surprised millie until she felt the placement of hands on her hips. their grip, the pull inward until their bodies met one another. such a familiar feeling & one that filled her insides with the warmth of love as well as desire. dark eyes flickering upward when he asks what she wants: ❛ what do i want ? ❜ spoken playfully, fingers messing with the buttons of willy's shirt. ❛ well, mr. wonka . . ❜ leaning back up, more kisses are pressed against his throat from the bottom until she reaches just at the beginning of his ear. there, she whispers, ❛ i want you to take me upstairs & make love to me. do you think you could do that ? ❜

#slashfiiction #muse: millie bradley #suggestive // #listened to margaret by lana while writing this :sobs: #maybe im crying into my hands

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 maeve can't be bothered to remember in the moment. not when her senses are so full of him, his scent, the feeling he gives her body. heightened vampire senses making the entire thing, what she feels in her body & toward him, all that much more intense. surely, it was the same for werewolves wasn't it ? their senses heightened like her own, but to what extent she hasn't asked.

body easily moves with the pace @peacereflected has set. rougher palms keeping her thighs open, the grip on her flesh notable but not something she worries for. being a vampire did come with perks: any bruises, any marks, would heal in record time.

voice comes out in pants, expression screwed tight when waves of pleasure hit her. down her spine, in the very middle of her stomach. maeve knew she was close, holding off for as long as she could not wanting their moment to end just yet. the words teddy speaks don't help either, her skin flushing a light red color. teeth biting down on her bottom lip to try & stifle a wanting moan from her chest, free hand coming to wrap around his palm at her throat as if to keep it there. ❛ fuck, ❜ she'll hiss at another hard thrust of his hips against her own. green eyes turning themselves upward so she can look at him, ❛ i can be a good girl, i promise. ❜ whined out, ❛ you feel so good, ah ! keep going, ❜ hand tightens against teddy's wrist.

@roseguided  asked: please, don’t stop.

𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 not to stop and it's an easy task for the werewolf; he doesn't think he could stop if he tried. the pace he's set is brutal, hips slamming against hers as growl after growl rips from his throat. he looks down at her with glowing golden eyes, unnatural for a human, showing supernatural element in blood. the wolf in him claws to get out in moments like this, and it takes everything in him to use the wolf's strength but keep it locked away for her safety. he pants as he moves, gaze never leaving her, drinking her in. the look on her face is art-worthy; her ecstacy written over every feature. he reaches down to her throat, simply holding and not pressing down, a gesture of possession that makes him groan. ❝ don't want to stop, you feel too good, maeve, ❞ teddy gets out between gritted teeth, hips snapping against hers as his grip to hold her thighs open bruises delicate skin. ❝ i want you to come all over me, baby, can you do that for me ? be a good girl for me. ❞

#peacereflected #muse: maeve nelson #usfw #usfw //

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𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, but verna never gives much thought to passing words. she knows what’s on the inside, she can feel it just as much as he can. though, the only difference is he can’t bring himself to admit it with his own lips—instead, he keeps all of it inside to stew & to accumulate over the centuries. perhaps alex believes if he doesn’t speak something into existence it won’t happen, but that can’t be said for something that already lives between them. they lived in a sort of tortured game of cat & mouth. push & pull. it seemed never ending, but verna found amusement in it. they had too lest some more pesky feelings came to light.

lips playfully pout while eyes upturn to look at @slashaer after setting his tie in place. ❛ you’re right, it is. you gave me that, don’t you remember ? or, did i develop it on my own ? ❜ they ask.

then, comes the pressing for truth. underlying accusations. verna allows herself to hum almost sweetly, taunting to be sure. ❛ it is the truth, alex. i came because i wanted to see you. lay eyes on you for the first time in centuries. ❜ to make sure you are okay, said silently. pressing forward, cheek rests against the center of gods chest & verna closes their eyes. ❛ because i’ve found myself missing you. ❜

‘mischievous is your middle name,’  where had he gone so wrong with verna? lucifer was god’s favorite, and now look where they are. at a stand still for over a millennia, working against each other, good and evil. but even now, alex couldn’t see it so black and white. there was good within her, just as there was bad within him. does he not sit, watching his creations permit decay and destruction amongst there own kind? but that had been the main consequence of free will, and alex couldn’t interfere in such affairs ( he could, but he wouldn’t ; he didn’t want to ; he was afraid to - coward ). god doesn’t move as verna fixes an already pristine tie, eyes gazing down at them with inscrutable features.  ‘if you’re not here to ask me for something, than why are you here? huh? sorry, but it’s hard to believe it’s just for a friendly visit,’  it never is. it never has been. whatever friendliness there was between them when he created her was gone, now. eyes remain on theirs.  ‘be honest with me. just this once,’

#slashaer #muse: verna #q