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golden-headband · 6 months

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Lady Time… and your new helpers.

Fem bodied!Reader x ESAU Wukong and Macaque

AU created by @emelinstriker

Macaque appeared as if he was about to whine like a puppy, looking up at you as you lay on the bed, unmotivated, and without energy. Uncomfortable. And slightly irritated.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” You heard Wukong ask gently to your right. You turn your head into his arm. You had assured before that just lying down with them near you was enough to sooth you in this time of… well… being born a female.

After they discussed-many times-how they could help, you came up with a position that both of them could stay by your side and help you. Knowing they liked the closeness and that feeling of helping you even when there wasn’t really much they could do. Macaque could lay on your left side, using his portal- or shadow powers- to bring chocolates to you while Wukong laid on your right with his hand over your tummy. Where your pain was centered on. You knew that period pains were different for everyone. For you? It felt like your bladder was turned into a vortex of dull knives. You knew the remedies were either painkillers first thing in the morning, or just having something to eat. Hot beverages, heat over the pain. That’s what worked for you before. And chocolate. Lots. And Lots. Of Chocolate. Hence why they had caught you making chocolate chip cookies a few days ago. You were the kind that kept a calendar marked for every time so you could ready yourself for that messy week- or in your case the first few days of the more extreme pain. And since then, they had been eager in helping you in your time. Apparently they had gone through enough Master Incarnations that they had familiarized themselves with more remedies than even you had thought of. You were honestly amazed at how attentive they were. You had only been with them for about three weeks. This was your first time being their Master with your menstrual cycle arriving.

You had always been told guys get uncomfortable with the mention of periods, so you were more used to dancing around the topic, but here they were talking about all the remedies like you were coming down with the common cold and they would be there to help you the whole while. It was endearing.

“The warmth is enough I don’t need any pain killers…” You assured them. Feeling Macaque nuzzling into your side. Making you smile, almost laugh. “I’m better than I was this morning, I’m thankful for that.” You reassure them, moving your hand to lazily scratch Macaques head, feeling him leaning into your touch. On your right you could feel Wukong nuzzling into the crook of your neck. It was all so soothing.

“You sure you don’t want to hit us?” the dark simian offered, making your heart sink. And making him lower his head. Right. You always forget they can ‘feel’ your emotions through this whole ‘bond’ thing that made them insistent on serving you. You wondered if they also feeling this period pain. You sure hoped not.

“That won’t make me feel better. If anything it’ll just make me worse.” You reminded Macaque. You cared too much about them to take your anger out on them. “Besides, I’m not all that angry. I’m just uncomfortable. The chocolate helps though… thanks for making another batch of cookies. It really helps.” You turned and he rose up, knowing exactly what you were going to do. Your lips touched his forehead, and he melted. Both of them curled into you. Their soft fur soothed you. And gosh darnit feeling their tails around you filled your heart with butterflies all over again. They stayed close… until you had to get up.

“Are you alright?” Macaque hurriedly asked. You knew they already missed the excuse to cuddle with you.

“I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” You didn't look back at what face Macaque was making or the probably concerned look on Wukongs face.

“Do you need us to do anything? We’ll do it right away!” You heard Macaque try to reassure you as you stood up and almost wobbled-the price to pay for not using your legs for so long-focusing on the specific door.

“I don’t think this is something you can help me do.” “Why not?” It would’ve made your heart sink hearing how distressed he was. Like you were dismissing his abilities, no confidence in him after all he's done. But then you turned, and he saw which direction you were headed.

“I’m just gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You heard how deadpan your tone was. And seeing their expressions almost made you laugh. But you really did need to go. No matter if you had chocolate, pain killers, or heat… if you needed to go, your pain wouldn’t subside.

You knew as soon as you were done, Wukong and Macaque would be there to be your lil snuggle buddies and take care of you while you ride out this whole period thing. You planned on giving each of them a kiss as thanks for everything they did. But where though? Head? Cheek? Lips? ... eh. All of them. Yep. All of them. You concluded with a smile.

#lmk esau #esau wukong #esau macaque #eternal servants au #lmk esau fanfic #not sure what else to tag this. got inspired by... well. my own lady time and started writing #hope you all enjoy it. why is this my first fanfic to post? XD #i realized the first draft didnt have many wukong which wasn't fair to him.#also i almost ended it at the joke but i wasn't satisfied. i wanted to end this fluffy #also cracking up at the new term “shark week”XD #lmk wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #esau wukong x reader #esau macaque x reader

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fluideli123 · 5 days

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Sonadow Fic Rec

Okay, before you jump down to the masterpieces listed below, I just wanted to state this:

These authors have given this phenomenal content for free, baked with time and effort. I have never once ignored this, hence why I try and comment on each and every one of these fics. However, my energy and ability to be verbose differs day to day. Some of these fics I have not given proper comments for, despite this, I will be on it the moment I can be. In the time being, (once I am able to find my comments on each of these fics) I will be sharing my adoration for them further in other posts (and most likely link back to this one).

With that being said, please, PLEASE take your time to check each of these fics out. If they're not your cup of tea? Valid! But hands down I have never dedicated myself to making a fic rec like this until now. But I MUST share and spread these works, they are much too dear to me not to, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(All fics are listed by order saved in my bookmarks, not in the order read)

tangled threads and bite-marked shoulders by @rubyiiiusions

Words: 32,287 | Series | Complete

Shadow hissed in pain. The laser had just grazed him, but it still stung, and he instinctively gripped the wound it left on his arm. “You dare-” He stopped. The laser hadn’t hit him. In fact, it had struck Sonic, right on his lower left arm. So why did his forearm feel like it just got shot? He whipped around, fear climbing up his throat, and he suddenly became hyper-aware of something new. It was like a sixth sense, feeling the confusion that emitted from Sonic’s fur in waves as if it was his own. “What did you do?!” Shadow snarled. or, eggman accidentally soulbinds shadow and sonic, and no one has any idea how to undo it.

Sleepwalking by Tirainy

Words: 22,117 | Complete

'There is a strong arm curled around his torso, the appendage keeping him close to its owner, whose warm breath is ghosting over the back of his neck. Sonic is sure he went to bed alone the previous night, but he isn't worried about the intruder. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened…'

Secret Admirer by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 24,313 | Complete

Sonic understood well what it meant to be loved. He was a world-famous hero, after all; his presence never went unnoticed. For the most part, he lavished in that attention, he soaked it in and encouraged it. But not romantic attention. So, when the blue blur found himself falling in love? Well, the prospect was rather daunting, no matter how easy Amy had made it out to be. So maybe, just maybe, he should just take the easy way out...

Rose Drops Series by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 122,489 | Series | Complete

Love, Intuition, and a little bit of magic ensues as Amy sends Sonic and Shadow on an unforgettable adventure.

Wolfboy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 73,856 | Complete

World-famous monster hunter Shadow the Hedgehog has a job to do. It doesn't take long for the one-shot wonder to realize that this job won't be as simple as he'd expected: a small town, rumors of a lone werewolf, and a handsome, green-eyed, chronically-injured casanova who manages to worm his way into Shadow's heart... What starts off as a simple job turns out to be something much more life-changing.

Blizzard Bedfellows by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 21,294 | Complete

When a rare blizzard takes over the island, Sonic is on the run to make sure a certain angry loner is safe and sound. Y-you know, because...uh that's what heroes do.

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something? by @whitejungle

Words: 3,630 | Complete

It's been almost two months since Sonic lost someone he didn't even know, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Clean Slate by nottheweirdest

Words: 155,880 | Complete | Note: Squeal pending and I am cheering you on author!! Whatever you decide I am excited to support you!!

Shadow has lost himself before. He knows what it's like to straddle the line between reality and false memories, but this time, it’s Sonic whose memory has vanished. A premeditated set of circumstances and an accidental injury leave Sonic with no memory of who he is, his life, or more importantly, his painful history with Shadow. It’s up to Shadow to remind the hero who he is in the midst of a global outbreak. It’s a chance for redemption. It’s a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It’s a clean slate.

say i reckon (i love you, for a millisecond) by @redamancering

Words: 30,205 | Complete

There’s a hand on his shoulder, barely making contact. A red gauntlet glows around the wrist. Sonic blinks, the pain having evaporated so fast he feels almost weightless. “Shadow?” Shadow’s breathing heavily. “Problem.” The retrieval of the ancient tech Shadow (and Sonic, in tow) has been sent to uncover takes a turn for the worst. In this case, the “worst” means… becoming physically and inextricably linked to each other. For the foreseeable future. OR: Metaphysical handcuffs, and general gay buffoonery.

Judge my sins, not my feelings by yellothebeeloved

Words: 228,479 | Complete | Note: Possible one-shots pending from the author for the series, I am here to support you author!! What ever you decide I'm here for it!

Maybe he's not meant to touch. It's the newest excuse he thought of in hopes that he could prolong the game a little more; a careful ruse to enjoy the bittersweet torture of seeing the days pass them by, while he pretends he doesn't seek azure blue whenever he's restless. At first, all he wanted to do was watch: but now the desire to touch, to have, to affect is at a point where he's not sure whether reaching for Sonic would truly be fruitless. He wonders that especially when Sonic's eyes light up upon seeing him. When he corners Shadow, when he invades his space and he touches and takes and then excuses it by calling it a fight. Shadow truly wonders then: if only he was brave enough to reach out, what would his grip find? Loose stars or a battle-worn body? Standing up, he glances at Sonic again, whose eyes have now met his own. There's something heavy in the eye contact, something Shadow doesn't dare name. Neither of them say anything, and yet Sonic's eyes move away from him again, like they did. Shadow warps away, hiding from the stars once more.

Child of Prophecy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 139,321 | Completed

On the night the Mobius Castle was ransacked, the Queen received a prophecy. “One of three will not cry; send him down the river, for you can only save your kingdom if he does not grow up royal.”

Coming Home by nottheweirdest

Words: 55,740 | Completed

Shadow's life has been full of mistakes, some worse than others, but admitting his unrequited feelings to Sonic tops the list. He's spent the better part of a decade ruminating on his regret and hiding from feelings he couldn't bear to face. He never thought he'd see Sonic again, and he told himself that was for the best. Until now. At the bequest of his former rival, and in an attempt to finally get closure, Shadow has returned to Central City. The reason? Sonic the Hedgehog is marrying Amy Rose. And Shadow is invited.

#I hope you all understand how many of these I have been in call reading to my friends #How many I have tried to draw shadow and sonic for #how many of them inspire my own writing #How I have dreamed about these fics so often I wouldn't be suprised if it rivaled my time fighting sleep to finish them in mere days #Also the AMOUNT of times I've wanted to pull out my microphone and read them aloud #Even though I would be absolutely horrible at reading them like audio books but you know what? fuck it #For these fics I would read them aloud the best I can #GOD JUST #I cant imagine a world where I never read these and its scary to think if they were never shared #Mostly because they actually genuinely impacted me in meaningful ways #I've cried real tears and felt such genuine emotion that I've been changed #Even if it's int he smallest bit #But it happened ya know?#Just- god I love you fic authors sm #Your work is never lost not to me #fox speaks #sonadow #fic #fic rec #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow #sonic fanfiction #sonic underground #sonic universe #sonic prime

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penguinsomadagascar · 8 months

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I made this. Happy labor day!

#hope everyone had a good weekend #I did and didnt #one negative is that my phone finally broke down #one positive is that i used my extra time to read the entire hunger games trilogy in two days #HASHTAG Anna's impact #anyway another positive is that I also had time to finish this comic #it is vaguely inspired by a scene I cut from my unfinished tpom fanfic #the scene was not really relevant and definitely makes a better comic #all that to say: I think this is a funny little comic but to each their own lol #**insert peace sign emoji because I'm on desktop***#my art #tpom

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ssreeder · 18 days

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Sooooo, I need help?

I am looking for a fanfic I was reading, which I cannot find I'm my ao3 history and I'm like 90% sure I came across it on your blog.

I it was a reblog of an art piece featuring Zuko sparring some Watertribe guy and the fic was about Zuko getting caputerd by Hakoda and his crew and then them making demands for ransom to Ozai, and him showing A+ parenting as always? (dunno I lost it halfway through the first chapter)

I'd be grateful for any help!

AHHHHH!!! You mean THIS ART!?!?!?! By the wonderful & amazing @chiptrillino !!!

(One of my favorite fanfics & one of my absolute favorite artist<3)

#salvage by muffinlance #one of my first fanfics!#It inspired me to write my own first fanfic haha #which I will finish… one of these days lol #but it’s a great fic #& pipp does an incredible job as always demonstrating Zuko’s salvage badassness with art #I hope you enjoy!#I also want to recommend The Art Of Burning #by hella1975 #seriously amazing & also has the Hakoda Zuko relationship #I hope you enjoy!!!#ask #fic rec #artist rec x1000000000000000000000000 #:) <3

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sapphic--kiwi · 1 year

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tholomule family portrait 💛🤎 (full tholomule parent designs under the cut!)

the posthoot friday night inspired me to finish my mom and dad tholomule designs - their names are Atticus and Fiona 💛 Atticus is both boys’ bio dad, but Fiona is Matt’s biological mother and adopted Steve when she married Atticus. They both work in the Construction Coven which takes them away from home a lot, which is why Steve had to help raise Matt 💛 they attended Hexside, but worked in Latissa for many years before moving back to Bonesborough sometime during Season 1 (in order to put Matt into Hexside after Steve brought it to their attention he was being bullied at school). (I also worked on designs for Atticus’s siblings, one of whom is Boscha’s three-eyed-mom - I’ll post those hopefully soon but yeah the matt and boscha cousins HC is so personal and real to me)

#steve is like 17 here and matt is 5 #the owl house #toh fanart #steve tholomule #matt tholomule #toh steve #toh ocs #atticus tholomule #fiona tholomule #i have. SO many thoughts about this family bouncing around in my head #zach marcus was right when he said if we got tholomule family stuff we wouldnt care about the ships /j #i HC steve studied in the potions track bc his teachers suggested it for students wanting to join the EC someday #inspired partially by a fanfic i read #i also have many thoughts about his bio mom i named her opal but i will probably never design her cause she walked out on steve and atticus #so like fuck her! but shes part demon aka where steve got his horn from (and also his blue eyes)#i have never drawn the glandus uniform before it was kinda fun tbh #eartucks hair cutely @ fiona. please just one chance (yes i know its my own goddamn character LMAO)#steph draws #x

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writinginavacuum · 9 months

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the way your makeup stains my pillowcase (I'll never be the same)

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“Your eyes,” Kaveh said, and Alhaitham had one moment of butterflies, one bright second of excitement when Kaveh took him by the chin and turned him until Alhaitham was eye-to-eye with trishiraite and singular intensity. He swallowed and prayed Kaveh wouldn’t notice the movement.

Then Kaveh continued to speak and ruined everything.

“What have you done to them? It looks awful.”

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Kaveh helps Alhaitham with his eyeliner, because what else are artist friends for if not to add a little more beauty to the world?

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Tags!

The Innately Homoerotic Experience of Someone Else Doing Your Makeup

Alhaitham is Stubborn but also Down Bad

Accidental Lapsitting

(It's Not an Accident Kaveh Just Doesn't Think Things Through)

Takes Place While They're In the Akademiya

Read it now on AO3!

#haikaveh #kavetham #haikavetham #kaveh #alhaitham #kaveh/alhaitham #alhaitham/kaveh #idk top/bottom dynamics aren't important here but I also feel weird tagging both types #genshin impact #fanfiction #fanfic #my work #my fic #archive of our own #fics inspired by my own life #earnest thanks given thrice

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curiosity-killed · 26 days

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thoughts??? happening?????

#i think meryl might be more peter than thomas coded #but also i've literally never read the bible #and spent most of my years in church doodling/writing my own stories including. a lot of gay fanfic #i AM having thoughts about isaiah ch6 and wolfwood tho #anyway this is. actually inspired by thinking abt easter and the ark arc #but went sideways

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occasionaltouhou · 6 months

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i can only ever recommend my own fanfics because they're the only ones i read. part of it is that i just don't trust most of the stuff out there but even the stuff by people i know i generally struggle with. idk why honestly it's just like. if things aren't phrased a certain way in fanfic it doesn't click for me. the agonies

on the plus side however all my stuff is really good so it's actually totally fine

#also as ever it has the ideal outcome that generally speaking my work isn't directly influenced by fanon or anyone else's stuff #i genuinely don't know why i can't read fanfic though. i can read physical books and stuff fine. maybe it's bc it's on a screen? idk #this post inspired by seeing ashley of rabbit talking about not engaging with a lot of touhou fanworks (good idea)#and being halfway through recommending my own stuff before going hm. that's weird to do. so instead i post about it. which is normal

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random-blep · 1 year

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okay so my dadluc post inspired a part of me I didn't know existed so now I'm writing scenarios for this future time and like I am hitting the waterworks hard, let me put in snippet of what I just wrote cause it's Kaeya and Diluc bonding

Diluc having more than one kid, the first kid was named something to be with his family line and the second kid he asks Kaeya if there are any names he would like the second to be named. (With the permission of his spouse of course)

Diluc: Hey Kae, remember when you mentioned my kid looked lonely

Kaeya: yeah, what about it?

Diluc: Well, I just found out we're having another. So the little one won't be lonely anymore

Kaeya: Congrats. Any ideas on what to name them?

Diluc: well, the first one I named after my grandfather, remember?

Kaeya: hm, so you're gonna choose your grandmother next?

Diluc: No..Well, I wanted to ask. Since my first born was a family name I wanted to ask. Are there any names you would like for the second born?

Kaeya: Oh, you're bestowing the honor onto me to name them? Won't your spouse get mad at that

Diluc: No, I talked to them and they even encouraged I ask you

Kaeya: Aw, I'm touched that you think so highly of me

Diluc: hm, well if you try to say anything stupid I may still veto it

Kaeya: oh you wound me, I would never waste such an honor like this, hmm, let me think

Diluc: Take your time, wouldn't want steam to leave your ears when thinking too hard

Kaeya: *gasp* now you're just being mean

Diluc: who ever said I was being nice

Kaeya: haha, careful there I'll tell on you

Diluc: *chuckles* Now who would you tell?

Kaeya: mm, how about your spouse? They would surely scold you, or maybe Adelinde would scold you harsher?

Diluc: really now? You'd tell them?

Kaeya: mhm, but maybe I'd let you get off easy and just tell my favorite nephew. He'd make his daddy apologize for being a big meany. *Laughing*

Diluc: *laughing as well* oh really now. I think that boy indulges your antics too much as it is

Kaeya: Then I think you're raising him right. He's just like his father.

Diluc: Now you're giving me too much credit

Kaeya: You're right, he gets a lot of his personality from your spouse. No way that bright smile comes from your grumpy face

Diluc: Oh? I have a grumpy face now?

Kaeya: Well maybe not so much anymore, that spouse of yours did bring a new light to your life

Diluc: Don't forget you being here as well

Kaeya: *grinning* of course, where would you be without your kind and charming younger brother to make you more appealing and helping you with all your romantic endeavors

Diluc: *laughing* okay i take that back.

Kaeya: hey no take backsies

Diluc: Alright, Alright..Have you thought of a name yet?

Kaeya: hmm, I'm thinking if they're a boy then maybe Nabbi, of they're a girl maybe Khanlindi. Though they might be a bit odd of names for a Ragnvindr to have.

Diluc: They're not weird..Why those names?

Kaeya: Nabbi, he was a cousin of mine and Khanlindi, well she was like an older sister I suppose.

Diluc: You had a sister?

Kaeya: Yeah, she was a lot older than me. Nothing like how close to you are in age to me.

Diluc: Do you miss her?

Kaeya: I miss everyone from my home, but if you mean their memory hurts..Well sort of, but not as bad now.

Diluc: Would we be able to find them?

Kaeya: It would be impossible, they would be either claimed by the curse or the abyss by now. They would not be the people I knew when I was a child. They are gone.

Diluc: Have you ever said goodbye to them?

Kaeya: No, as a child I couldn't hold my own funeral rites for them. It was impossible between the needs for it and hiding my identity.

Diluc: Well could hold one for them now?

Kaeya: *somber smile* I would like that very much..thank you Diluc.

#I am in fact taking a little inspiration for a wonderful fanfic #It's called once upon an eclipse by leeryder #I love the head canons and lore they use in their fic so much and I love it so much #Anyways this is me taking a in the future version where Diluc is a dad for my interps of them in my own story and using some lore for Kaeya #Genshin impact #Diluc Ragnvindr #Kaeya Alberich #Writing #So like I think Kaeya would have his own relationship but he either can't have kids or is too scared to have his own #So he loves to visit Diluc and see his favorite nephew #Also yes I did this and immediately went gotta write a funeral now

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an-abyss-of-stars · 1 year

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More Rhaemond babies content!!

The Many Faces Of:

Daemion Targaryen & Aelyx Targaryen

Daemion and Aelyx are the second and third born children of Rhaena and Aemond (these babies will probably join us around chapters 12 or 13, maybe sooner or later). Twin boys who were born 4 minutes apart from one another...Aelyx was a tad bit unexpected. Daemion's eyes are a bit more of a "classic Targaryen" violet, in my canon he literally inherited his namesake, grandpappy Daemon's violet eyes. While Aelyx inherited his mama's pale violet eyes. They were both born with golden blonde hair that would pale over time, but would still remain golden. Facially they are very identical, but they do have their slight differences (I'm thinking they both look more like a perfect mix of both Rhaena and Aemond, like neither favour either parent more or less than the other.)

Daemion (named after his grandpa Daemon, how Rhaena convinced Aemond to let her name one of their kids after her father is a plot line that WILL be shown 😂) was always the more chaotic of the two. He was louder, bolder and far more sociable (slight parallel to how Baela is compared to Rhaena!). As much as he loved pulling pranks on the staff at Dragonstone he also liked befriending the staff as well. He was a little charmer, and unlike Vaella he knew how to genuinely charm people to get what he wanted.

He had a very active imagination and always had energy to burn, though unlike his father or his elder sister, he didn't have the patience to sit and focus on things. He loved hearing about his family's history, he just couldn't be asked to sit and study it. He liked fooling around with swords and weapons, but he couldn't be asked to truly pay attention and train properly (I imagine he's got medieval ADHD to a certain degree)

Daemion loves his twin brother a lot and he's always done his best to make sure Aelyx felt included in his adventures. But Daemion also really loves and looks up to his older sister, she seemed invincible to him and he wanted to be just like her. Whether she was pulling off an incredible prank, flying his dragon for the first time, learning something he wasn't supposed to be taught just yet...he always wanted to do what she was doing.

Aelyx on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was a lot quieter, a bit more awkward and soft spoken, and was not really fond of social situations. When he was a toddler, he would run crying to his mama for every little thing, she was his favourite person and she always made him feel safe. During a time when she wasn't available (NOT SPOILING THIS PLOTLINE), Aelyx had found himself needing his papa instead, and Aemond easily decided to clear his day to bond with his quiet son.

Aelyx liked reading on his own or being read to by his parents, he could often be found in the library with his nose tucked in a book. He liked snuggling with his mama, and he liked listening to Vaella's dramatic tales and storytelling. He liked conversing with his papa in Valyrian and properly training with him in the mornings with Vaella, he especially liked sitting on his grandpappy's lap and listening to his old battle stories (he and Daemion usually did that together!).

But he also loved his twin brother Daemion over all else, he wasn't the biggest fan of pranks or shenanigans, but he enjoyed tagging along with his two older siblings. Whether they were pranking the maids or servants, sneaking around cooks to steal sweets, or attempting to sneak past the dragon-keepers or trying to get closer to the dragon mount. Aelyx may never have initiated any these endeavours but he'd happily let Daemion drag him along for them.

Daemion's dragon egg would hatch in his crib, the egg itself had been from a clutch of Syrax and Caraxes (his favourite dragon was his grandpappy's Caraxes). He'd name his dragon Meraxes both after the Goddess of the sky, but also because in their culture she'd been Caraxes' twin and he was very fond of that. Aemond would later jest and try to sway his son to maybe appreciate the history of how Meraxes was also the great Queen Rhaenys' former mount, and while Daemion did like that, he was very fond of Rhaenys from the histories, Rhaena knew having a dragon who was the hatchling of his grandfather's is what meant the most to their son.

Meraxes takes after her mother, in that she's a glorious horned dragoness, a deep burgundy toned red that shimmers iridescent in the sunlight and moonlight. with golden horns.

When Daemion is 8yrs of age and Meraxes had grown to a ride-able size he sneaked off with Vaella to ride their respective dragons (I think Vaella will claim Grey Ghost, I think I've decided! Let's say she claimed him when she was around 7 or 8 herself.) Rhaena was more worried than upset, but she's reminded by Aemond how Vaella had done the same just a few years ago. But seeing how he can't simply let the kids off completely, they both earn two sessions of early morning training as their punishment (a punishment that's really only upsetting to Daemion because Vaella loves training...she doesn't like waking up early though, so maybe that's the punishment part.)

Aelyx's dragon egg on the other hand, while it had hatched in his crib like his brother's...the poor hatchling had not lived long enough to bond with baby Aelyx. He'd receive another egg when he's 2 or 3, from a clutch from Silverwing and Vermithor, but the egg would never hatch. Even though he'd be assured by his ENTIRE family, his parents, his grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins, and even his old sister, that he'd be able to claim a dragon when the time was right...he still felt excluded and upset about it.

In all his years he'd go on countless rides with his father and siblings (and others family members!), but finally at the age of 16, he'd sneak out alone. He felt a call to him, deep in the volcanic mounts of Dragonstone, and there he found Sheepstealer, and a bond would be made.

The moment he claimed his dragon, he flew to King's Landing first, beaming with excitement he wanted his grandfather to be the first to know. And of course, Daemon was very proud. (He also figured he'd earn a lecture and a punishment from his parents for sneaking into the very dangerous volcanic mounts of Dragonstone by himself at night...so grandpa Daemon seemed the best bet at the time!)

Daemion would grow to be a very blatant charming flirt. Vaella, Aelyx, and their three younger siblings would always make fun of him for it. Because he was truly a charmer, he'd never force any girl, he had impeccable manners, but he'd end up with loads of young maids hoping and thinking that he felt more them, than he actually did. It only got worse when courting seasons began, and young women began falling for him left and right! Between the ages of 17 - 22, Daemion was a menace leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him in his wake.

That is until a certain cousin/fellow Targaryen caught his eye (I'm thinking possibly one of Baela's and Jace's daughters, OR Luke and Daenaera's OR maybe even Jaehaera...ouuu older woman kink. Either way, Daemion seems VERY Targ cultured to me, like accidentally so very. He's his father's son, in that he's going for a Valyrian bride at the end of the day! 😂)

By the time he's grown into a young man, he is a relatively skilled sword fighter, though he's far better with a morningstar or an axe than a sword. He and Meraxes are an inseparable bond and he's a great dragon rider. Daemon loves annoying Aemond by that praising his namesake grandson only grew up so well because of his name (grown men Aemond and Daemon still 100% act like children with eachother and I think that's part of their father-in-law/son-in-law charm!)

Aelyx had also grown to become a handsome young man (he doesn't know it or get it, but the noble girls of the Kingdom are very attracted to him...even some of the noblemen, the sexually fluid noblemen of Westeros are very attracted to both twins honestly), but he'd always remain a far more silent brooding type (much like his father). As he'd gotten older, he'd actually gravitate towards his father a lot, spending countless hours flying and training with him, as well speaking of histories and conversing in Valyrian. As he got older he'd spar with Vaella (and another sibling!) a lot, the two being the best sword fighters of all the children (debatable as there are some other kids coming who are quite good too! But I still think Vaella and Aelyx are the technical best).

Aelyx would also grow to be his younger siblings favourite tutor, when they weren't taking lessons with their maesters, they always wanted Aelyx to read to them because he always had the most patience compared to Vaella or Daemion.

When courting seasons begin, he's not as fond of it as Daemion (and another sibling!) is. He keeps to the edge of the dance floor with Vaella (he hates the social outings themselves, while Vaella could just care less for dances or court etiquette, she's well versed in both...she just doesn't care for them. He's also well versed in both, he just has anxiety and hates the attention/feeling crowded) but they're both always constantly asked to dance by noblemen and noblewomen.

I think Aelyx marries a tad bit outside the family, maybe still Valyrian -esque features wise but maybe like a Celtigar girl or someone from Lys or Volantis. Maybe a Velaryon cousin! Or maybe truly outside the family, like a Stark or Lannister, Tully or Grejoy, Baratheon...who knows! Aelyx is a bit of a wild card to me ✨

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Just like with Vaella's, this was just a fun little addition I wanted to share! I have created the art for ALL 6 children, every once in awhile I'll drop their little life bios as fun little bonus content! I'm also going to start linking them together at the bottom of these posts for convenience and or anyone who later on wants to check the full set!

Sidenote: if I ever do make that Part 3 to this series, then don't mind me if some of these details change when I do get to writing it. These are just my main initial thoughts for these characters now. But if I ever go into more depth with them, things might alter just a tad!

Rhaemond kids in order:

Vaella Targaryen (135 AC), Daemion Targaryen & Aelyx Targaryen (137 AC), Valaena Targaryen (138 AC), Naerys Targaryen (139 AC), baby #6 & #7 (142 AC), baby #8 & #9 (153 AC)

#aemond x rhaena #rhaena x aemond #rhaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaemond #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #rhaemond kids #he saw her at daybreak #HSHAD #y'all I'm on a minor hiatus so this is my sprinkling of content for the week!!#I'm actually working on a Rhaemond one-shot at the moment to try and like detach my mind from my current fics #so I can head back to them with a clearer head #with some actual ideas and INSPIRATION! LMAO #anywayssss the twins are so fun!! they're chaotic and I love them!!#I also love how Daemion and Vaella are actually the chaotic pair #Aelyx has been and continues to mind his own business!#hope this was a fun addition/aside!!

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teaandinanity · 8 months

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This is SO interesting, my Dark Urge character in BG3 sometimes just.... does not have the moderate and sane options that my blank slate one did. I definitely feel like this ought to be a second playthrough NG+ kind of thing but also I’m having so much fun with him that I do not WANT to finish my other playthrough first. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#I'm sure I've even missed some of them #and I definitely notice the unhinged flavor of some of the options #the ones that are specific to DUrge I mean #like going 'I've always wondered what my own burning flesh would smell like' when faced with possible branding #my dude that is fucked up #love it #but also talking to the baby owlbear you do not have ANY of the soft options #your only option is to tell it to start attacking goblins #whereas a more hinged character can persuade it to do the chicken chase course #and I think had other options also?#Very Interesting Stuff #also I'm LOVING the inspirations he's getting #just moments when it's like 'oh man that's what's sticking in your head. that is so messed up. I love it.'#anyway yes he is absolutely getting fanfic I want to study him like a bug #babble tea (blacklist this for less chatter)

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remyfire · 5 months

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R & I, if not done already <3

Fanfic Ask Meme R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

OH MAN. For better or for worse, reaching back in the timeline, Stephen King gave me permission to write and Nora Roberts gave me permission to write what I wanted and how I wanted. I still have On Writing on my shelf along with way way WAY too many Roberts books and I doubt I'll get rid of any of them for sentimental reasons.

For fanfic, I always get nervous to single authors out because I don't like knowing people might feel excluded, BUT justalittlegreen was the first author I read in this fandom and they are responsible for making me realize that if I wanted to write a long sprawling epic that spanned the course of the war and beyond, I absolutely could. I find myself recommending so much of their stuff.

There is also my dear friend Canon-Is-Relative, who helped me see characters in extremely new light. I feel like I became much less apologetic about writing what I want to write since I got to know them, and their stories are still the biggest comfort reads for me. I go back to them all the time. They're brilliant.

Fond and honorable mentions to clown_town_mayor and farawaystarsaway for being authors who I also reread frequently because they remind me that I can write what I want and who I want, even if I'm getting super silly or super filthy with it, and that I don't have to feel like I need to apologize for it.

[EDIT] I FORGOT THE OTHER QUESTION FORGIVE ME I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Unabashed polyamory and queerness whether it's historically accurate or not, just absolutely unhinged and unapologetic kink, breaking ancestral trauma, refusing to let go if it's still worth saving, vampire and werewolves, letting your body speak for you when your words cannot, healing from codependency rather than leaning into it, second chances, Sidney's Massive Dick, "I didn't know where else to go" scenes in the dead of night and the pouring rain, gender gender gender, finding each other again no matter how hard or how scary, changing even when you think it might break you because you goddamn know you can't stay the same and still live, and sex for the good of camp morale. I think that's a good list.

#obviously there are other authors who have written HUGE things out there and who are probably more #acknowledged as long-time fandom mainstays or creators of seminal works #but these are the ones who i find myself returning to most often to drink from the well of inspiration #whether that be a smutty or silly or tender or angsty well or perhaps all of them mixed together in some way #and they have also changed how i view a lot of the show and i adore them all even if they do not know me #i look forward to finding other fanfic authors who continue to influence me and my process strongly!!#i have so many more to read augh including so many of your own fics tbh #ask meme answers

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I had awoken to the cawing of ravens and the sizzling of flames. In my hand then was a red spear, a sensation that was hauntingly familiar for an item I had never seen before that very moment.

<—>

“So that’s what this Lostbelt is. A world of mountains, white ice, and blue flame…”

Besides me, I listen to Mash’s description of the landscape. I wonder how it would feel to walk between those burning ice trees. Beautiful from afar, but would I be burned by something that can’t melt even ice?

Are they even flames? Are they even ice?

“And then there’s the … sun? It’s much too big to be the sun, though…“

Looking up, I find myself agreeing with Mash. The sun is way bigger than the one I remember, big enough to cover a good portion of the sky - I avert my eyes by instinct before realizing something.

I can stare at the sun just fine.

<—>

The sun above me shone with a hateful glare. I hate it back.

That fire. That heat. That eye. How dare he? How dare he hated me when this was all his fault? The world around me burned as if Ragnarök never ended, and that was true, and it was all his fault.

I’ll kill him.

That was all that I thought at the time. The Runes that Odin gave me, I used it all away to inflict as much pain on that hateful sun. My Authority over the mountains and shadow, I pushed and I squeezed and I exhausted them until my entire existence was devoted to devouring that hideous flames. The spear, that lovingly crafted red spear, I threw with all my strength, neither as the ultimate warrior or the insulted goddess, but as an Avenger that threw away her life to drag her husband’s murderer to the depths of hell.

I’ll kill him even if it’s the last thing I do.

I swore to kill that thing even if I have to tear his burning face with my bare hands and eat his heart as I dig through his torso with ashen skeletal hands.

I’ll kill him. And everything will be alright.

<—>

“A simple question. Do I kill you, or love you?”

Another threat. As genuine as all the threat I have faced. I wonder what it says about me that I am not afraid. A single wrong step would kill me, yet I am not afraid. Not after Russia. Not after that frozen nation. Not after Patxi.

“Capture them.”

The order is given with the calm serenity that is present from the first moment the goddess had appeared. Scáthach-Skaði.

Her smile does not fit her face. Her voice does not fit her face. Her demeanor does not fit her face. A familiar stranger, different in all but name and face to the Scáthach that Mash and I know.

I am unable to think of her as the Lancer I know. The goddess in front of me is not Scáthach.

There is too much gentleness in her words.

<—>

“My Goddess. Your command?”

My throat was hoarse. The tight clothing I had woken up to was in tatters. My hair had turned black from the heat. My hands had lost all of its flesh, leaving ash-covered bones that hardened around the handle of that red spear.

I had swore to kill that hideous sun even if I would die to do so, yet that voice had broken my mind from continuing to stab at the sun in an effort to bleed it.

Ah. How pathetic. A single greeting was enough to dispel my hatred.

I turned to take a look a the interloper and was met with three familiar faces. Thrúd. Hildr. Ortlinde. Three of Odin’s vaunted Valkyries.

Survivors of the Broken Ragnarök. I had not expect there to be others besides me. Leave it to Odin to make something like that happen. He was a crafty man.

“What do you want?”

My voice came out in a cadence unfit for a goddess. It was hoarse from my proximity to the sun, yes, but there was a roughness in the tone that I had not used since the time my father was alive.

“Your command, my Goddess. As the last surviving Goddess of the land, we are to-“

Last surviving. Yes, even centuries afterward, I did not find any hints to any other survivors.

I hate that thing. I hate that light. I hate that sun.

“Your majesty?”

“I’m busy. Do as you have always done.”

And on that brusque note, I turned from what was left of my family to stew in hatred and pain as I attempt to kill the monster that had done this.

I’ll kill him. And everything will be alright.

<—>

“I remember hearing that in one of our legends. You know, it’s amazing! I never thought I would actually get to entertain guests of my own someday!”

Gerda speaks as if visitors are something that exists only in legends here. The people here, they never wander out and they never find any novelty.

Endless days of nothing but living. It was peaceful here. So very peaceful. Like a place out of a fairy tale with a happy ending.

What can I say to that? That there would be no happy ending for them?

“Hehehe. Please enjoy your stay.”

Should I say anything? Should I tell her anything? Patxi, he knew what I- what Chaldea was doing, and he still jumped to protect me.

Can I break this story’s happiness?

<—>

I did not know how long time had passed in my attempt to kill that thing. I did not sleep. I did not rest. I did not retreat.

The pain from the flames had long since disappeared. My body felt lighter and swifter, and my strikes went deeper and louder than when I had first started.

In front of me were flames. Behind me were shadow and ice.

I was drenched in an aura of darkness that smothers all light. The screams of the sun had long since filled my head and echoed continuously within my skull. My flesh had long since burned away, leaving only unfeeling bones.

No matter what, I will kill him.

I’ll kill Surtr. And everything will be alright.

<—>

The sun turns black. Burning blood spills forth from the black ball in the sky.

The fire giant, Surtr, approaches us, a burning sword in hand.

The fire was hot. Incredibly hot.

It reminds me of that beam of light at the Tem-

“Out of my way.”

The voice rattles my skull. A voice fitting for the King of Giants. A voice as gargantuan as he is.

An enemy that could kill even gods with a single blow. The fire that should have destroyed the world, and is now back for round 2. An opponent so far beyond us that he could crush us like bugs.

So, like always. It can’t be helped.

I’ll just have to move forward. And everything will hopefully be alright.

<—>

I thrusted. I tore. I bled.

I don’t know how long I have been doing this.

I swung. I pushed. I cracked.

I have to do it. I have to kill this thing. And everything will be alright.

I screamed. I roared. I cried.

I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill that thing and this excruciating feeling inside me would be sated.

I-

“My Goddess?”

Those voices again.

“…”

No voice came out in response. I tried to ask them what they want, but I have no throat or tongue.

“Thrúd reporting. Human population has decreased to less than a hundred. Analysis of the situation estimates that that number will reach 0 within a week’s time. We are requesting orders.”

Ah. Ha. Hah.

Is that it? Then that’s fine. I’ll kill Surtr, and everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright, right?

That’s the way of the Aesir. If there is a problem, kill it. It has worked against all of our enemies, and it will work once I kill Surtr and finish Ragnarök.

It has to work.

It has to.

It ha-

“How long has it been since Ragnarök?”

That break had given me enough time to regrow my flesh. My throat and my tongue suck in air, and my lung breath in and out for the first time in quite a while. Unbidden, the question escaped my lips.

“Approximately 70 days have passed. Ever since the King of Fire Giants were sealed and replaced the new sun, there have been no night to signal the end of a day, nor have the seasons changed.”

Haa. Haa. The last Goddess in this god-forsaken land. What a joke. What an absolute, cosmic joke. I am a hunter. I am a warrior. I am a destroyer. I am the mountain. I am the snow. I am not a mother or a caretaker or anything that can replace the gods and goddesses of life.

Why Odin, why me?

The only thing I can do is kill.

Fine. Fine. That’s fine. I can step up. I- I can do that. I can fix everything.

Even if I can’t help the grow, I can watch over them. Over my… my children.

I’ll keep everything alive then. If I can’t even kill, then I must be able to keep someone alive, right?

<—>

“I will do whatever I must to protect my world. That should be abundantly clear by now.”

In front of us is the sole Goddess of this land, Scáthach-Skaði. Behind her stood the Tree of Emptiness that I- that we must cut down.

“I have always taken responsibility for deciding who to love, and who to kill.”

Around us, the wind pick up in speed. The temperature lowers as cracks of ice spread around her.

In her hand is a red spear. I know that spear. Gáe Bolg, the spear wielded by the Scáthach of our world.

Shadows gather around her as her appearance melts like snow near a fire. No, there is a fire. The shadow burns her flesh like a fire would.

“Heh. I suppose there’s a fire within me as well.”

Her manner of speech changed.

“I know that this world is wrong. That it should’ve disappeared many centuries ago, but…”

Her stance becomes something similar to the Lancer I know.

“I’ve chosen to love these people. Small in numbers though they are, compared to the billions of your world…”

Before us stands a warrior. An incarnation of the tall mountains and icy storms. Her entire being burns with silent black flame, as if uncertain of her own nature of shadow or fire.

“I am their mother. Their guardian. And for that, I’ll kill you. I’ll murder the billions of your world to keep this miracle of life going. I can offer no apology. No consolation and no compensation.”

The air tenses. I can feel it. We must kill her to get through. To complete our mission and take back our future.

By taking theirs.

“I’ll do what I must to bring them a new tomorrow. Farewell, Chaldeans of Proper Human History. This is the last we’ll see of each other.”

I-

“My name. My existence. My love. The mountain descends with an avalanche, not to bury, but to embrace. Come to me, Scathing Thrymheimr!”

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