#and then. that fucking trial. good lord was it bad

[timetravellingkitty]

peeks out cause it's safe now you guys were really weird about Depp v Heard

#so the last i followed this was when a uk court declared that johnny was a wife beater #and then. that fucking trial. good lord was it bad #i dont know where to start except for wtf is wrong with yall #i didnt follow the trial at all but the reactions werw honest to god so bad it turned me off #along with some of the discussions just being. too much. #truth be told i did not know what to believe cause of what people around me said and it felt conflicting at the time?? if it makes sense?? #and i always found the reaction to amber so overblown and misogynistic (especially mocking her sa testimony wtf) #i tuned it all out until this year i got reminded of this #and now my stance could not be more clear #if you're still reading this #i stand with amber heard #if you support johnny depp go ahead and unfollow i will not miss you #you cannot in good faith support this man after knowing what actually happened. basic fact checking #he is such a bastard i tell you #institutions will always protect men in power #anti johnny depp

[bakedbybeanss]

Um about a million and a half hours through turnabout for tomorrow and wtf

#I’m so #I saw a post abt how good the engarde foreshadowing was #and how shit the phantom foreshadowing was #but dear lord #I did not expect it to be THIS bad #dual destinies spoilers #trials and tribulations spoilers #it’s the fact that you’re with fulbright for the entire fucking game #and the only amount of foreshadowing that I can think of #happens in this case #I’m losing my mind capcom please #ace attorney #dual destinies

[kikiswords]

why am i undergrad-ing when im born on the earth to simply read books that are 3849345458 pages long

#this is me to omniscient reader's viewpoint and tian guan ci fu #I HAVE READ FIVE CHAPTERS OF ORV IN A MONTH. FIVE #WHY LORD DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME SUCH TRIALS #i will die. i want a tian guan ci fu translation im not satisfied with the “oh good translation arent around much” #PLEASE LORD #AND ORV I WANT TO READ IT SO BAD I WILL CRY MY FUCKING EYES OUT

[darthxdaddi]

Meditation Chamber

Darth Vader x fem!reader

Notes: Sooo Vader has been heavy on my mind lately and with @hanasnx 's recent asks, I can't help but write about him. This is all completely unrealistic and made up in my mind, not canon for the most part.

Word count 1.8k

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!) Vader is passionate towards reader?, Fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dick riding, thigh riding, pet names/distasteful names (star, pet, slut, little one, etc), burnt Vader, size kink kinda?, it's smutty, nothing else to it.

Being the eager girl you are, you seek out Vader who is in his quarters as usual, meditating in his chambers to get a chance to relax and breathe without that dreaded respirator mask. You didn't care a bit about how your lover looked under that mask and suit, he was glorious in your eyes. Making your way to him, you begin thinking about how he would react if you interrupted his meditation time. Would he lash out? Or fuck you mercilessly until you couldn't walk for a few days? Maybe he would choke you out if he's in a bad mood? No of course not, you are his Star. His pride and joy! The only thing that keeps him somewhat sane in this universe. Vader is a cruel man, but he's no monster towards you. Of course he can be cold and demanding, but you were once the Padawan of Anakin Skywalker before his downfall. The two of you were unstoppable, the young Jedi knight who was only 20 at the time, took you in after your former mentor died in the battle of  Geonosis. You waited until he had completed his trials, at the time of your training with Anakin, you were 18. Though you never finished your training under Skywalker's instruction, he was defeated by Darth Vader in 19 BBY. You were loyal to your master and always had been, the decision to abandon the Jedi religion was hard, but what choice did you have? The Jedi were no more.

You continued down the long halls to the quiet quarters of Lord Vader, swiping open the door softly and calling out cautiously, "My dear, do you have a minute?" You stood like a statue for a moment until the chamber door opened. Vader looked at you with his blank stare and only patted his lap, inviting you into his intimate space. You swiped the metal door closed and locked it before walking towards the large man that awaited you. Crawling into his lap, Vader closed the chamber shut and waited for your proposal. "You seem tense my Lord, can I help you relieve that?" You said trying to be seductive. A slight smile began to arise on his face but quickly dropped as usual, "I think this is for your own pleasure little one, but I wouldn't mind partaking in your game." Vader rasped in his monotone voice, only this time it was his natural voice and not the one coming from his mask, which made it all the better. You smiled softly and took in his features, which you found beautiful. Vader grabbed your face and smirked ever so slightly into a kiss. The kiss was sloppy and passionate, something that never really happens between the two of you. Usually it's rough and purely lustful. You basked in the moment, cupping the side of his scarred face with your small hand. Vader wasted no time getting into the nitty gritty, he removed your pants along with the barely-there undergarments you had on and placed his large gloved thumb onto your clit and began circling it. Gods this felt so good to you, it was rare that Lord Vader was tender and gentle with you. Tiny moans escaped your mouth as he applied more pressure to your sensitive bud. You bucked your hips in an attempt to release the tension within your body. Vader completely stopped his actions and glared at you, "My darling you know your place, don't act like a slut that demands more than what she receives." He growled lowly, placing you one knee and waited for you to realize your fate. "If you wish to have this pleasure continue, you will ride my thigh like the whore you are being. Then and only then will you prove that you are a good enough girl to receive my fingers again." The sith was so close to your ear that you could feel his breath grazing your cheek. "Yes master..." You replied back sheepishly, rolling your hips on to the large thigh of the dark lord. Vader sat back and watched at you patheticly shifted on the fabric of his pants. The sight of this embarrassing show got the best of him, Vader grabbed your hip to guide you on his thigh. You closed your eyes tightly as this moment felt too shameful to be shared lovingly, though your lover thought it was a wonderful, messy sight. "Open your eyes my dear, I want you to look into my very soul whilst you put on this show for me." Vader said smoothly, removing his hand from your hip which forced you to continue on your own. After a while of the same back and fourth movement you made no progress towards your orgasm. The sith didn't dare touch you, though he did bend the force to his will and used the phantom energy to play with your clit, encouraging your everlong release. Sadly, it never came. After all your hard work building up to this moment, the cruel man stopped your movement. "You've had enough of my torture, Star." With that, Vader positioned you with your back against his chest and spread your jelly like legs apart. He smirked at the full display he got when he looked down. Bare breasts, glistening pussy, and a desperate look on your face that stared back at him.

The sith continues with his previous actions. He finally gave into your lustful needs and dipped his colossal middle finger into your cunt, pumping in and out like the perverted sex toy he caught you with just the other day, "Look at that, fills you up just as that pathetic toy did." Vader chuckled lowly, amused by how tiny you are compared to him. You bit your lip and nodded in agreement, watching how your lovers finger fucked you. Vader loved the way you admired his skills, though he loved the way you looked at him helplessly even more. He added his ring finger in, making sure your stretched at prepped for him. You gasped at the second digit and held onto his shoulder plate for support. Vader then curled his fingers into your sweet spot, grabbing your jaw to make you face him as he sped his pace. Your mouth hung in an "O" as you were paralyzed by pleasure. The sith smuggly smirked as he placed his thumb into your mouth, wiping the pooled spit down your chin. "Such a good pet for me, so willing to please and endure my commands." He cooed, kissing your forehead. You squirmed and wiggled around in the dark lord's lap as he thrusted his fingers faster, causing you to burry your face in his wide chest. "My love, I can't bare much more of this. It feels too good I can't hang wait any longer!" You bellowed out into his chest. Vader looked down at you, his sith eyes turning to his natural blue as he said, "I'm feeling generous tonight my little star, you may cum. Although, you won't be stopping anytime soon." He flashed a quick devilish smile ending his sentence. You looked up at like a lost puppy, so drunken with pleasure you couldn't form words. After being pumped a few too many times you had finally had enough as you were too sensitive to continue with the finger fucking, "May I cum, master?" You whined at him, tears beginning to pool in your sockets. "Go ahead little one, you've been such a good girl for me." The sith groaned lowly. You released. Finally after all of that build up your orgasm came crashing down. Vader kissed the back of your neck and mumbled, "Good girl, that is such a good girl." You let out a shuttered breath and looked at Lord Vader. "More please." You said with those puppy eyes that got you anything you wanted, as you were Vader's princess and he could never truly deny you. He gave you the ok to remove his aching dick from his pants, you kneeled in front of him and removed his trousers.

Vader's cock slapped his stomach as it sprung out from the tight garment. You couldn't help but admire his glorious dick, so big and all yours, you wrapped your hand around the base and slowly stroked it teasingly. Vader growled at your actions and grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you head down as he force you to look at him. "If you wish to continue with our game, you will not act like such a brat. Do you understand pet?" The sith spat at you. You whimpered the words, "yes sir, I understand." You placed your mouth around his dick and pumped the remaining inches you couldn't fit in your hand. Vader tightened his drip on your hair as he bucked his hips into your face. Once again, tears started formed in your eyes as the girth and length of him was too much, air flow became restricted. The sith pulled you off of his length to allow you to breathe for a moment before forcing you back onto him. Finally he let go and gave you control of his dick. You bobbed your head, suckled, and spit on his cock; making a mess of yourself and your lover. Vader smirked at you, stroking your hair and softly bucking his hips along with your movements. "You're so eager and messy my sweet, I truly can't get enough of you." Vader praised, patting your head gently. He pulled you away from his sex again and stated, "You are doing such an amazing job darling, though I want to save my cum for our love." He placed you back into his lap and sat you on his length. Gasps and groans poured lewdly out of both of your mouths. You looked into his captivating blue eyes as your hips began grinding and his hips began thrusting. Vader grabbed your hips and pulled you impossibly close to his figure, kissing your plump lips as the two of you passionately fucked each other. You buried your face into the chest of your lover while he held that back of your head tenderly. As you got tired, Vader flipped you around to face away from him, hooking his hands under your legs and fucked into you himself. He placed breathless kisses on your neck, even sucking on it a few times to remind you who's you are. The echoing sounds of skin slapping and 'I love yous' bounced off of the chamber walls. The emotions being poured into this very moment was worth every bit of Vader's wasted time. It was rare that the sith got to have sex with you in a state where he felt somewhat comfortable in. It was truly sweet, the two of you making such love, love that hadn't been shared in a long time.

Aaaah, so here it is! I've been putting off posting this because I have never written for Vader and I wanted it to be as authentic as possible even with it being head canon. I wanted to show a sweeter side of Vader that nobody else sees, but also somewhat demanding as usual. As always, I hope everyone enjoys this short one-shot and feel free to pm or ask with any suggestions for future writing, or tips overall <3

#darth vader smut #darth vader x reader #star wars smut #darth Vader x fem!reader #IMKINDAINSECUREABOUTHISONEPLEASEBENICE

[starsreminisce]

I'm know I've mentioned it before, but considering that Feyre and Rhys are both two halves made whole, Nesta's and Elain's books essentially mirror ACOMAF split into two. Nesta's journey parallels Feyre's healing from her UTM ordeal, with Rhys's full Illyrian counterpart. Meanwhile, Elain's exploration mirrors Feyre's ascension to reclaiming the High Lady title, with Rhys's full fae counterpart.

While SF may have faced criticism, Nesta had to heal through aspects that had never bothered her before, much like Feyre did, and Cassian has already worked through most of his issues, though he still acknowledges his self-worth issues. Their story seems complete, but ACOMAF hints more towards Elucien's story, especially when dissecting Rhys's chapter 54 alongside Lucien's journey throughout the books.

Though Rhys's and Lucien's experiences differ, there are enough parallels for me to draw connections. SJM loves her patterns, so it wouldn't be surprising if she continues this trend in Elucien's story as well.

Indents are from chapter 54 and orange is Lucien

He paused, swallowing. “I was chained in the mud, forced to watch as they battled. To watch as Jurian took my killing blow. Only—she slaughtered him. I watched her rip out his eye, then rip off his finger, and when he was prone, I watched her drag him back to the camp. Then I listened to her slowly, over days and days, tear him apart. His screaming was endless. She was so focused on torturing him that she didn’t detect my father’s arrival. In the panic, she killed Jurian rather than see him liberated, and fled.

A tight sigh. “His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch.”

And that night, when she kept turning her attention to me, I knew what she wanted. I knew it wasn’t about fucking me so much as it was about getting revenge at my father’s ghost. But if that was what she wanted, then that was what she would get. I made her beg, and scream, and used my lingering powers to make it so good for her that she wanted more. Craved more.

He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “She insisted. Tamlin was … Things were bad, Feyre. I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” No wonder she’d backed off him. She’d gotten what she wanted. “Please don’t tell Elain,” he said. “When we—when we find her again,” he amended. He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly.

But your final trial came, and … When she started torturing you, something snapped in a way I couldn’t explain, only that seeing you bleeding and screaming undid me. It broke me at last. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her … I knew right then what you were. I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that … that I didn’t care. If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.

Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. She began kicking then, weeping while her feet slammed into the sides of the Cauldron as if she’d push off it, as if she’d knock it down— “That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron. And the king’s power leashed him, too. On the ground beside Tamlin, his single eye wide, Lucien had the good sense to look horrified as he glanced between Elain and the High Lord.

So Amarantha died, and I spoke to the High Lords mind to mind, convincing them to come forward, to offer that spark of power. None of them disagreed. I think they were too stunned to think of saying no.

Elain was still shivering on the wet stones, her nightgown shoved up to her thighs, her small breasts fully visible beneath the soaked fabric. Guards snickered. Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Tamlin remained leashed on the ground, a gag of white, iridescent magic in his mouth now. But his eyes were on Lucien as—As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. She cringed away from the coat, from him

When I went to leave you … I think transforming you into Fae made the bond lock into place permanently. I’d known it existed, but it hit me then—hit me so strong that I panicked. I knew if I stayed a second longer, I’d damn the consequences and take you with me. And you’d hate me forever.

But Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder. At Lucien—whose face she had finally taken in. Dark brown eyes met one eye of russet and one of metal. Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain— Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.

“My mate is engaged to a human male.” He spoke more to himself than to me. “I’m sorry if—” “I want to see her. Just once. Just—to know.” “To know what?” He hitched my damp cloak higher around us. “If she is worth fighting for.” I couldn’t bring myself to say she was, to give him that sort of hope when Elain might very well do everything in her power to hold to her engagement. Even if immortality had already rendered it impossible. Lucien leaned his head back against the rock wall behind us. “And then I’ll ask your mate how he survived it—knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male’s bed.”

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month.

Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand? The thoughts flowed through his head, one after another. His heart was a raging, thunderous beat, and he didn’t dare move from his position a mere five feet away. She hadn’t yet turned toward him, but the ravages of her fasting were evident enough.

But I couldn’t … I couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can’t stay away.

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #acotar mating bonds

[olderthannetfic]

RE: https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/743466524562636800/figured-out-a-few-reasons-why-i-dont-like-1st

The thing about first person is that it's actually a much more difficult POV to write from and do well, but it's deceptive in that it feels like it should be easier to just slip into one character's head and write from that limited perspective because there's a lot you just don't need to know if the narrator doesn't have any distance from the story they're narrating.

But that's also what makes it harder to pull off.

Because with a first person narrator, you have to think about two things which third person narrators can but don't typically need to (because it won't tend to bring the audience up short in a way that makes them ask these questions): 1) who is the story being told to within the bounds of the universe, and 2) why?

Obviously, this is occasionally a consideration for authors writing in third person--Lord of the Rings is famously 'a translation' of an account of the goings on in Middle Earth during that period, and The Princess Bride is an 'abridged version' of a lengthier novel by S. Morgenstern (which the movie pretty brilliantly adapted as the grandfather jumping around and telling the story and editorializing for his grandson's entertainment)--but for the most part, if you're telling a story from a third person POV, the audience isn't going to spend a lot of time asking who the story is being told to and why, even if the narrator pretty clearly exists within the universe of the story being told (limited perspectives, etc).

First person narratives end up feeling a lot more jarring to me because most of the time, the authors aren't considering these questions (especially in YA, where it is the predominant trend) and so I wind up jostled out of the story. And sometimes it's even worse when they do consider those questions and the answer is... less than satisfactory.

A good example of a first person framing device that is terribly executed (not that it matters much given how terrible the overall writing is anyway, but) is Fourth Wing. (Which, as a side-note, I found deeply aggravating because I was promised a novel about dragons and I did not get nearly enough dragons. But I digress.) The story already suffers from the writing flaws being particularly glaring because there's so little distance between the narrator and the main character, but it gets even worse when you consider that the answers to the questions 'who is this story being told to and why?' are that it's a historical text that was transcribed by another character in the story (one of the MCs friends) and entered into the historical record.

Because then you have to ask why the hell the MC was giving such extraneous and explicit detail about all the sex she was having with the guy whose hotness she extolled from the moment they met despite ostensibly believing he wanted to kill her for most of the novel to her friend who was trying to get down an account of their time at dragon war school so that future generations could learn from their trials and tribulations.

This is a case where it would've been better just not to answer those questions at all, because the writing was bad enough it didn't need the added WHY THE FUCK.

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[trlvsn]

say what you want but aa3 feenris was extremely real in terms of an old connection that left an impression so permanent that they still know each other extremely well no matter what feelings remained. the thought of them drives me insane. what happens after the game ends? was the trial and the truth that got discovered everything needed and did they decide that was the end of it? does one of them wish to talk but the pain and the complications don't allow it to happen? does phoenix visit? does iris, when he is disbarred? do they fall into the quickest friendship in the history of friendships because of that mutual understanding and faith in each other? does one of them ever entertain the idea of trying again but then think "no. too much has happened" and the thought ends there, a pure hypothetical, and it's for the best, really, and it's not like there are any feelings of that nature left... but there could be, right? but there also couldn't. right? what were the odds of two young people meeting and loving each other so very much that that love burned each other into their minds and made them have so much faith after all these years. what were the odds that young love would end so strangely and so painfully. what were the odds of them meeting again. screw endgame, screw ships, what a fucking story they are is what matters.

and the impact of that story that they carry! love may leave you forever but the memories stay, and that's how it never actually leaves. i like to think, believe, more like, that those memories slowly turn into something neutral overall: "there were good times and then there were bad times; a shame, a pain, but now an acceptable one, so i remember the hurt as one looks at a faded scar and remember the good as one looks at a photo in a dusty frame", and i hope the last impression those memories and that relationship leaves on them is a soft smile and an "i hope they're well", because lord knows they both deserve some peace.

#*drinks some feenris to sober up from all of the insane mlm ships* ah. yeah that does it. refreshing. why am i crying #feenris #aa3 #trials and tribulations #ace attorney #aa #ace attorney trilogy #iris hawthorne #aa iris #phoenix wright

[diaboliklove]

modern day au where yui cannot catch a break, and things only get worse when her house gets broken into by an angry red headed robber — but instead of taking her things, he takes her heart

yui was having the worst year of her life.

even worse than in 2013 when her father wouldn’t let her go to that taylor swift concert since it was deemed ‘unholy.’

she really thought only taylor could understand her.

but now its 2024, and she’s begun to have adult problems. she’s broke, her heater is broken, her apartment has started to fall apart, she stained her favorite pink skirt with coffee, her phone screen shattered when she dropped it on the train, she ran out of her favorite lip gloss, college bills keep stacking up, her upstairs neighbors never stop engaging in fornication, strawberries are out of season so she can no longer afford them and most importantly —

her father just passed away.

and all she wanted now was to rot in her apartment and ask god for mercy on her poor heart.

“it’ll be okay,” she sniffled back a tear. “father used to say the lord puts us through trials to test our faith.”

yeah, used to.

it was now late night, coming back from her fathers funeral she felt more empty than when she first got the news. her feet hurt from the black heels she now had to walk home in, the black dress did little to give her warmth, her cheeks were numb from the cold weather and having to comfort people with a smile that she’ll be okay, that there was nothing to worry about.

… but yui was already worrying about dinner. also how she’d have to shiver herself to sleep again. she couldn’t allow herself to cry herself to sleep again, her face would be frozen when she woke up, and what if she finds another hole in the walls? tape didn’t work last time, and she’s running out of rags to stuff in between them. and what about her job? she can’t buy more rags without it. they granted her a leave of absence due to her fathers passing, but what if they replaced her? if she lost her job she couldn’t pay rent — and she couldn’t ask for another extension on rent, her landlord was fed up enough with her pleading, she wouldn’t get lucky again. and also —

“no, lets just take it one day at a time. thats right,” she neared the steps to her apartment. “deep breath in, and then out. lets have some canned soup for dinner, and then pair it with rewatching the kardashians. yeah. thats a great plan.”

she turned the corner to her door.

“everything will get better,”

she put the key in the lock.

“as long as i stay positive.”

and she swung her door open —

“shit!”

“AH!”

— right into a mans back.

at first she thought she opened the wrong door. but the faint smell of her candles hit her nose, and her eyes fell on the very TV she watched shitty TV on in the mans arms — and then her eyes landed on a fucking sword on his waist.

her eyes followed it as he dropped her TV from his arms, and unsheathed it from his waist —

— and directed it right in between her eyes.

“empty your fucking purse! ill fucking kill you!”

Oh wow. wooooow.

now you would think the right action would be to do as he said. anyone would listen to a manic man with hair as red as blood, especially when they pointed a sword at you that looked like it came from the 1800’s. its not like yui wanted to die, so maybe she should save her life and sacrifice her beloved tv and the few pennies she had in her wallet.

but instead. her face twisted, and yui broke out in the most ugly open mouthed sob she’s ever done.

it wasn’t out of fear. it didn’t even register how this man genuinely had bloodlust leaking out of him. it was out of absolute frustration and sadness that this was becoming her life — and that she couldn’t even have her dream of watching the kardashians.

she fell to her knees. because, seriously, what the hell did she do to deserve all of this? she was a good kid. never acted out to her father and attended mass even when she had the flu. she never wished bad on anyone. but why does everything always have to end bad? on her 11th birthday her goldfish frank died, when she wanted a coffee last week, her card declined and now she couldn’t even sob into her blankets while she heard kim talking about how rich she was. can’t she have one good day? can’t she —

“holy shit, are you crying?” the red haired man didn’t even move.

yui looked up to him, and just stared at the man’s flabbergasted expression. through her tears, she tried to inhale through her nose, but it came out in little stutters. she extended her purse towards him.

“take it. take everything if you want.” yui spoke through her sobs. its not like anything she really wanted was here anymore.

yui curled up into her knees and rocked herself, continuing to cry hysterically at the thought of just her life. she wouldn’t mind if that man stole everything in her house — material objects could be replaced… eventually. when her eyes started to burn by the amount of tears flooding out, she noticed she couldn’t hear the familiar floorboards creak from movement and her purse was still in her hands. lifting her head to see what was going on, she noticed that the man hadn’t moved from his spot, and just was gawking at her sitting on the floor. they held eye contact for a while, like they were both afraid to move.

sure, yui thought he was a manic. but he probably thought yui was a suicidal manic.

while she held eye contact, she finally really looked at him.

he was fit. wearing a black shirt and a ripped jean jacket, yui could tell he wasn’t bulky, but instead quite lean. his pecs were defined and his muscular abdomen and biceps were flexed against the fabric from welding the heavy sword. his joggers looked worn down, and black nikes seemed like they seen better days. his face was … nice. well sculpted and he had a well defined jaw. his lips were plump and chapped from the chill outside.

what threw yui off was the cacophony that was his hair and eye color. bright firetruck red for hair that looked like he hadn’t brushed it in days, and green eyes fit for only a predator. regardless of the situation, yui could tell he honestly was… beautiful. dangerous. probably looked more attractive if he didn’t have his mouth wide open in awe.

his eyebrows furrowed, and he closed his mouth. he placed his sword back in his sheath, and leaned down to grab the tv from the floor. he looked towards yui again, with a face she could only describe as disappointment. clicking his tongue, he began to drag the tv … not towards the door but towards the tv cabinet.

“this isn’t fun anymore. you can have your shitty shit back.”

placing the tv back in its rightful throne, he squatted down and went through a worn down black backpack — that had some random pins of a band she never heard of — that was on the floor. within it, he took out her favorite necklace, her jewelry box, a couple of her wool sweaters and her damn smart toaster she picked up extra shifts for.

“this is yours. ill be back when you’re mentally stable, you deranged bitch.” he motioned to the items on the floor.

“really?”

the robber rolled his eyes. “of course I will be! do you know how much your toaster —“

“— no i mean. you’ll give it back?”

“you want me to take it?”

“well… i’d like it if you didn’t.”

“then! shut the fuck up.”

he grabbed his backpack and swung it around his shoulder. he started making his way towards the door right beside yui. as he took two steps past her, he paused.

“you’re really broke, you know.”

yui sniffled. “i know.”

“like, broke broke. i don’t think ive ever broke into a house that had so much of nothing. what are you, a level one sim? do you have no hobbies? do you even eat? i see nothing to even munch on here.”

“… i have soup.”

“you literally have two cans of spaghetti-os and tomato soup.”

yui sniffled louder. “i know.”

things were silent for a while. yui was sure the robber was still there, probably reconsidering his decision. she expected him to march back in to take her things again while flipping her off. this entire situation seemed too good to be true… but maybe this could end with her losing nothing... no. she wouldn’t let herself hope for something that was next to impossible in a situation like this.

but something even more unlikely happened.

the robber spoke again.

“do you like dennys?”

“w…what?” yui turned her head towards him.

“dennys. the best restaurant in the world. do you like it?” his face stayed neutral, but somehow the question felt like a threat.

yui feared the honest answer, ‘ive never been’ would end in her getting decapitated. so, she said, “i do.”

“do you want to go get some pancakes?”

it was yuis turn to gawk at him. he looked bored, and slid his hands in his pockets. now, maybe a normal person would say ‘fuck no, its 10pm and you just broke into my home somehow and then tried to steal my beloved tv and lovely toaster then pointed a fucking sword at me… also, i don’t even know your name you creep.’

but yui wasn’t a normal person experiencing normal things right now.

“pancakes sound nice.”

aka, the alternative universe in which two cold hearts find warmth within each other.

#toffee au’s #diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #yui komori #komori yui

[flowerbloom-arts]

The way moominvalley 2019 writters treats sniff is just like a punching back- my poor guy, he was always a bit egoistic but he wasn't like that, episodes like the trial and Mrs fillyjonk last hurra are just, damn, I hope he does get a happy ending

Literally! Not a single Sniff ramble I've made went on without me thinking back to Mrs. Fillyjonk's Last Hurrah, that episode has rewired my entire thought process on him, it was literally the cause of why I made him the main character for the SunDog AU.

He poured his whole heart out to Moomintroll and then Moomintroll just ignored all of that just so the issue with Mrs. Fillyjonk's ownership problems gets resolved.

Like. MT, buddy, hush up about your superficial understanding of Snufkin's wisdom for a sec and think a little about what your youngest friend just said. For even just a moment. Just a smidge. If a toy dog is making Sniff feel more special and wanted than anyone in this entire godforsaken Valley then maybe you should. Think. Reflect on yourself a little bit. Maybe apologize to him for once in your miserable teenage life? He can give the dog away more comfortably if you just tell him that you're sorry he feels that way and you'll do better.

And what do the Moomins do when Sniff has his ensuing meltdown after he listens to Moomintroll by doing the "right thing"? Plug their goddamn ears. Even Moominmamma. THE Moominmamma, the one Sniff would cry to when he felt bad or unsafe in the books and she would try. 2019 Moominmamma doesn't even try. How fucked is that? What kind of writer of a children's show do you have to be to forgo the obvious and actually pretty important lesson about how objects shouldn't have to replace the affection of real people and make Moomintroll the worst friend in the universe!!

If the demographic of this show was any different then yeah, sure, send Sniff down his villain arc because nobody cares about how he feels!! That would be amazingly tragic to watch unfold!!! But this is not that kind of show and good lord if they don't give Sniff his parents I will riot.

Sniff is confirmed to be a tween, he doesn't deserve to be trampled on by a crowd of children twice and then get beaten up by his older teen friend in the same episode! Goddamn!! He hasn't even done anything morally reprehensible at all!!!

#moomins #moominvalley #moominvalley 2019 #moomin sniff #sniff moomin #fb asnwers #minor swearing

[combustiblegarbage]

there's not a whole lot that can be said about 03 or certainly 03/bh comparisons anymore that hasn't already been said by one of us; but i was thinking today about how somethnig can feel so obvious to both sides of the conversation and the opposite conclusion feels equally ridiculous to both

for people who find themselves very pro bh, specifically the ending of bh and roy becoming fuhrer, it really sounds like there's a genuine frustration and feeling of miscommunication and misapprehension for people who think that is a "bad outcome." and for those of us who think it is a bad outcome, we feel equally at a loss. i genuinely can't speak for those pro bh folks (and frankly. when i have tried to very politely discuss it has historically gotten real mean real quick lol) but like, i do understand that that is the conclusion the story is leading you towards. roy winning, using the stone, and becoming the fuhrer realizes his story arc, which has been built around that singular goal.

i think where some of the communication breaks down is that like.... ppl such as myself who are against that are like. yes, that's where the story leads. but can we not critique the story itself? yes, there is a logical and cohesive story arc which narratively ends with roy as fuhrer or about to become fuhrer. that is not a fact in dispute. but why can't we interrogate that conclusion? WHY is that option the "good ending" and WHY is it so destructive to suggest (a) maybe a man who didn't commit war crimes should be in charge, or, to a larger degree (b) the whole damn system is guilty as hell?

we often get the response "well he wants to be fuhrer so he can be put on trial for his crimes" which is faulty only insofar as... it doesn't fucking happen! it's mentioned once in one conversation but we don't get any inkling that that happens! in fact roy lies to the people about the promised day, never telling them the truth, which does not bode well for a truth-telling venture in the future!

as audre lord told us, the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. we cannot solve the problems of oppression by working within a system of oppression. the status quo of the amestrian military state is UNCHANGED at the end of mangahood. UNCHANGED! roy could not more explicitly be trying to dismantle the master's house with the master's tools. and scar joins him! scar collaborates with the military at the end!

(inb4 people saying it's not unchanged because the ishvalan policy has been lifted; but this is exactly what i'm talking about. the problem is the ishvalan policy - the SYSTEM is the government's ability to enact genocide via a simple executive order. that SYSTEM is unchanged!)

i don't disagree with "this is a logical 'happy ending' and narrative conclusion to the story told in mangahood." that is objective fact. i disagree with the idea that we can't critique the story, and its conclusions, told in mangahood! i disagree with the idea that roy is best equipped to lead a country because he 'learned his lesson' while acting as an instrument of terror during a genocide when he was 21 years old! i don't disagree with the idea that all versions of fma lean into the redemptive process of recognizing and naming the responsibility you hold towards other people, and that the ability of roy and riza to attempt to do good following their participation in genocide is meaningful (think of the truth and reconciliation commission in south africa; of the community justice courts in rwanda)

i simply disagree with the entire narrative conceit that privileges the continuation of a fundamentally corrupt system above all else. the promised day could've easily resulted in dismantling the current military government; but instead roy and his team chose to LIE to the people, just as the people were lied to about the ishvalan genocide. that is what the crux of the critique against roy becoming fuhrer comes down to

#i'm so sorry but i am going to tag #fma #fmab #fma brotherhood #roy mustang

[rarepears]

It's the astronomy anon! Hc that whenever anyone in the Shen-Shang family (because I didn't know until my last ask that I love "SQH is Shen Jiu's little brother, Shen Jiu is viciously overprotective and SQH is oblivious" but I'll die on that hill) gets lost/in trouble/both (Prince Shen Yuan cannot for the life of him stop tripping over wife plots and his parents are giving serious consideration to keeping him on house arrest in the palace for his safety, and probably would have already were it not for Shang Qinghua's great efforts to convince them this is a bad idea (hence SQH being Shen Yuan's favorite uncle)) all they have to do is follow the Shizun Star. Somehow doing so always gets them back home safely. Shen Jiu is GOING to die mad about how often they use this feature. Later. Right now he's trying to badger SQH into assassinating the little beast for falling in love with his son (when the fuck did a-Yuan even meet him????? AND WHY WASN'T HE INFORMED???). His husband keeps trying to convince him to "give their son's suitor a chance" but Shen Jiu is holding out against the betrayals coming from all sides.

Luo Binghe the demon emperor's response is to kidnap Ming Fan and Ning Yingying (which isn't hard because all he has to say is 'I found shizun' and they're clinging to him and demanding to be taken to him at once) and drop them in Shen Jiu's lap. Shen Yuan gains two new friends, one new boyfriend the queen very reluctantly approves of, and a front row seat to Liu Qingge showing up out of NOWHERE because he came back from his monster hunt and Shen Jiu had been married off to foreign royalty and had apparently taken Shang Qinghua with him???? And he wanted to know what the hell was going on. And now he's not leaving because Shang Qinghua got him addicted to coffee.

This is all chaotic enough, what with interdimensional courtships and shit, BEFORE the Old Palace Master shows up to try and fuck up the LBH/SY wedding planning by trying to put SJ on trial even though it'll start a war. He has no success at all (ie LBH stabs him about it, hands Huan Hua to Gongyi Xiao and Zhuzhi-lang who got married last summer, and that's that), and everything would be fine except for three things.

One: Shen Jiu has abruptly been reintroduced to his past and also the Peak Lords.

Two: Mobei-jun took the opportunity to kidnap Shang Qinghua, who was finally not in a desert and therefore accessible. He views this as stealing his human back. Shang Qinghua is having lots of emotions and all of them are fear. Shen Jiu is PISSED.

Three: Shen Jiu's husband somehow found out about YQY's whole thing with Xuan Su and is planning to consult his brother in law on ways to kidnap the man for his own good. He doesn't even particularly care if he gets a threesome out of this or just another sibling for his queen, but he's kind of started a collection of "husband's former coworkers who need therapy" and Liu Qingge keeps sulking about none of the relocated cultivators sparring with him so they might as well grab the Sect Leader while they're in town once they resolve this whole "ice king trying to steal my brother in law" thing.

End result: they all make it back home, Mobei-jun somehow gets Shen Jiu's permission to try courting Qinghua properly by human standards, Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge get some therapy, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan take them shopping for new clothes, and Shen Jiu's court is full of eye candy.

Hm, does Luo Binghe also know that there's a star that will pretty much always show where Shen Yuan is (because Shen Yuan is following the shizun star to get back home)? Imagine all the terrible words Shen Jiu will spat out when he learns that Luo Binghe also knows of that trick. So much for the Shizun star being the GPS/Shen Yuan tracker God.

Ming Fan and Ning Yingying most certainly know where Shen Qingqiu is - everyone knows where the Arabian country is located. Nah, the real issue is traveling there. Getting past the border safely, making it into the imperial court, and not getting caught during the months-long journey...

So when Luo Binghe shows up with some teleportation sword saying "get in loser, we're going to visit shizun", they immediately sign up for the field trip without doing more than rub two braincells together.

Damn, you're implying that Liu Qingge has been gone for many years - decades even - on some monster hunt if he's missed the whole hubbub of Shen Jiu getting whisked away for marriage, Luo Binghe becoming demon emperor, and Shen Yuan being born and growing old enough to get romanced. What did Liu Qingge even do - get such in some pocket dimension??? Got stuck in some "running away with the ball" plot with a demon looking to court him??? Tried faking his death so that his grandma would stop trying to set him up on blind dates???

Man, imagine the hell that Mobei Jun, an ice demon, is going through if he dares venture into the dessert. No wonder Shag Qinghua loves hanging out with his bro! Safe from any surprise visits from the Ice King - and thus this really is the perfect vacation spot where he can't be informed of this and that new disaster sparking up!

But also, imagine if Mobei Jun doesn't dare travel in desert landscape because the real reason he overheats is the fact that Shang Qinghua is just flaunting around in Such SHeer RoBes?!?!?! ALL THAT SKIN BEING SHOWN?!

Let's be real: Shen Jiu's hubby is a pragmatist. He's no saint who's going to have zero braincells if Shen Jiu flutters his eyelashes at him. (Plus Shen Jiu wouldn't like him so much if he were such a person.) He's more than happy to kidnap Yue Qingyuan, a prominent sect leader, for the political advantages it gives him in negotiating with China's imperial court (and the cultivation world). Many beneficial trade deals are negotiated in return for his "hostage" AKA a Yue Qingyuan who's happily sunbathing and being fed dates next to Empress Shen Qingqiu.

[More in #Shen Jiu is forced into an arranged marriage to an Arabian Prince AU]

#luo binghe #liu qingge #shang qinghua #mobei jun #shen yuan #svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #the scum villain's self saving system #mxtx #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #Shen Jiu is forced into an arranged marriage to an Arabian Prince AU

[drarryspecificrecs]

2022.10 ~ Top 7 longest fics posted on AO3

1. How It Haunts Me by @everything-a-wolf-could-want [E, 125k]

►When Harry escapes from Malfoy Manor and takes the rest of Voldemort's prisoners with him, the Dark Lord isn't pleased...and it's Draco who is punished for it. After more than a month of imprisonment and abuse at Voldemort's hands, the Dark Lord finally falls, leaving Draco broken and unstable. To avoid Azkaban, Draco must complete his final year at Hogwarts, and there's no way he can manage it without help. // Harry has no desire to be anyone's master; especially not Draco Malfoy. But he owes both Narcissa and Draco a hefty debt and this may be the only way to repay them. Besides, all he has to do is get Draco through the school year... right?

2. Sublimation (I Can’t Contain This Anymore) by @boldlyinnocent317 [E, 75k]

►Just another eighth year tale where Harry is obsessed in more ways than before, Hermione doesn’t know it all for once but Ron does and so does everyone else truth be told, Blaise is too fucking cryptic and Draco just wants to be alone and smoke his cigarettes in peace. Besides, it’s all Ginny’s fault, of course. Maybe Pansy can sort that out or... make it worse?

3. What We'd Rather Leave Forgotten by @robinbuckllly [E, 72k]

►[...] “Is there some other element of my service that was unsatisfactory for you?” Draco asked, rather hostilely. “Or were you just planning on standing there for a while, continuing to make irrelevant points?”

4. Ocean Man by @steampunkserpent27 [M, 64k]

►A young Harry Potter joins a crew of pirates, hoping to find adventure and a new life, but instead finds an injured Draco hiding away on the ship. Mermaid scales hold a very high monetary value, meaning they are killed on sight by all pirates. Harry just can't figure out how Draco got onto the ship or what is wrong with him, he certainly acts strange. Now faced with a difficult choice, he will have to decide who he really wants to be.

5. Life at Victoria Road five by @fanarthasmyheart [T, 64k]

►With nowhere else to go, a washed-up Harry Potter crashes on Draco Malfoy’s couch, disrupting the domestic life at this fresh dad’s two-bedroom, Muggle walk-up. From his spot on the couch, Harry watches Draco navigate the wonders of fatherhood. Draco, meanwhile, struggles to understand his urge to take care of his former enemy (it must be the paternal instinct).

6. Beyond the Garden by kateliz [M, 63k, series]

►Draco, Harry, and the gang are settling into their Eighth Year of Hogwarts, trying to overcome the trials of the past years and forge ahead into the future. Draco is wrestling with his wolf-side as Harry struggles to find out who he wants to be, not without needing to contend with some newfound abilities. Draco and Harry work to navigate peacetime, but not before having to confront some ghosts of the past.

7. too bad by @alaniarampigkonia [M, 43k, series]

►Deneb Malfoy and her friends return to Hogwarts for their eight year, hoping to put their past behind them. The problem comes when old feelings resurface and new ones emerge. None of them are going to experience the calm year they so desperately want. /// Or, the year Hanna Potter and her friends become the catalyst for new beginnings.

※ HONOURABLE MENTIONS :

8. Mountain Sound by @steampunkserpent27 [M, 51k]

►Harry is a vampire in a world where vampires have been nearly hunted to extinction. He is on the run, constantly hiding from hunters and looking for the next place to hunker down. He's on the edge of his rope, when he runs into a nervous boy named Draco, who is terrified of vampires. Draco being lonely himself and thinking Harry is human, invites him to stay while his father is away.

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※ Word count: 1k ~ 15k

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Because I Knew You (I Have Been Changed For Good) by DracoWillHearAboutThis [T, 23k]

The Bleeding Bite by THE_Machine [M, 18k]

Draco Malfoy's Most Inconvenient Client Yet by greenflowerpot [M, 17k]

Expectations by MrsRupertGrint1769 [E, 33k]

Fake Pretend by suhtmuikkis [T, 28k]

Haunting Perfect by Elisedeluxe [T, 30k]

Pirates, Princes, & Something More by yinysol [E, 33k]

Terms of Endearment by charlie_weasleys_gf [T, 15k]

Travelling Into Your Arms by @tink-wondering [E, 17k]

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Ongoing Fest/Exchange

※ Fics would be listed elsewhere.

2022 Harry/Draco Food Fair | @hd-fan-fair

Fanatical Fam's Harryween Writing Comp 2022

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #monthly review #2022

[polyhexian]

Been fighting off a migraine for like 18 hours... Christ

My mom has chronic migraines and did for my entire childhood. Genuinely it was one of the biggest factors in ruining my relationship with my mother; she was the breadwinner of the family and so she worked longer hours. She got home from work and often would be too exhausted to interact with me at all. She'd come home two or three times a month, like call out of work, and just be locked in her room for hours, even days. Sometimes I genuinely feel like she was a stranger to me, especially when my dad left. At that point she would come home from work and go straight to her room. Sometimes I wouldn't see her for days. Sometimes even when I saw her she wouldn't speak to me. A lot of that was, in earnest, because she was in a lot of drug trials for migraine preventative medication that turned her into a zombie and left her... frankly, disassociated. I spent so much of my childhood terrified i would end up like her, spending days every month curled up in my room in so much pain and for so much time that my kids were strangers to me. That anything I did to try and improve it would turn me into a zombie. Like she was just always in so much pain and I was so terrified of getting migraines. And then I did, and just like the seizures, they've been escalating as I get older. I didn't have a tonic-clonic seizure until I was like- 27? I never had a migraine before 18. Now I'm averaging one a month. And when i do get them, Jesus Christ they're bad. They're "if I didn't know it would not help and would only make it worse, I would go to the hospital" level. Kidney stone in your brain. I'm really good with pain, but. Still. Doesn't mean I like it.

And the one I had back in May is genuinely the only time I've ever marked something as a 10/10. If I hadn't been home alone I'm sure someone would have dragged me to a hospital, but I was so blitzed out of my fucking mind that the idea of an ambulance sounded like hell and the only solution my soup brain could come up with after id maxed out on acetaminophen, ibuprofen, and finally on oxycodone, was half a bottle of vodka on top of it figuring "either I will feel better or I will die and both are preferable at the moment." Good lord

I probably need to talk to my neurologist about a preventative of some kind... Obviously I'm already pretty unhappy about that idea, especially when I already have to take so many goddamn drugs every day. At least I can be reasonably certain my.migraines are hereditary and not caused by epilepsy since my antiepileptic doesn't do shit to stop them

Ugh

#my antiepileptics did stop some really weird fucking shit though

[windvexer]

Hello Chicken! 🐓 Often people list meditation as a "foundamental skill you need to have before starting to do magic / witchcraft". Do you agree? And also, what do you think are some of the other skills needed? Thank you for your time.

It's the year 1525 and you caught Old Lisbeth muttering to herself in the woods again. After much pressing she finally reveals to you that when she sleeps a fairy man named Grisbone takes her to a strange hill which has a hidden door. Together, they go inside the hill and feast on food, and when she wakes up she can hear the trees talking to her until the moon turns dark.

Old Lisbeth tells you about the Black Book and the loving affections of the Devil King, and how sweet the wine is, and how strange and lovely all the pale folk are under the hill.

You want to talk to plants. You want the Pale Master to give you a familiar friend, who will go out and steal cream while it's still inside the cows. You want to sign the Black Book and dance until dawn. You ask Old Lisbeth to teach you how to do all these wonderful things.

"Very well," she says. "I will go down to the hill tonight and ask Grisbone if you too can join us. When I have the answer, I will return to you."

You stay up all night, sick with worry. What if you are denied passage? What if you will never listen to the whispers of the plants, or know the companionship of wee devils who grant wishes?

Finally, morning comes. You finish your chores in a rush and fly out the front door, anxious to meet Old Lisbeth. She motions for you to join her in the woods.

"I have my answer from the folk under the hill. You may join us in our dances and feasts, and you may sign the Book. But first, you must complete a trial."

"Yes!" you exclaim. "Anything."

"First, you must wait for five hundred years for Swami Vivekananda to give a speech in Chicago."

"Who? What's Chicago?"

"Chicago won't exist for a couple of hundred years. Don't worry about that. A man from the East will give a speech, and then Americans will become very interested in meditation."

"Americans?"

"Never mind that. What matters is meditation."

"What the hell is meditation?"

"I have no idea. I've never heard of it before in my life. Anyway, just wait until the year 1960 or so until it gets really popular in a secular way, to the point where it's so stripped from its religious and cultural roots that people start to believe it's a universally necessary practice and start applying it to totally unrelated spiritualities."

"Okay, so I have to live for five hundred years until something called meditation gets really popular in a place that doesn't exist yet? And then I can meet the Lord of the Hill?"

"No, then you have to start meditating. You have to get really good at it."

"But you just said that witchcraft is a totally unrelated-"

"Well, you're not allowed a familiar until you do so."

"So... anything else?"

"Yes, you've also got to learn visualization and energy work."

"What the fuck?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Honestly, I thought they might have been making up some of these words."

"Did you have to do any of this?"

"Of course not, it doesn't make sense. I was churning butter one day and praying, and I saw Grisbone and he took me under the hill, and when we came back I had finished churning the butter. That's how I got started."

"So why can't I do that?"

"Because in the year 2007 someone will make a website called Tumblr, and people are going to start making up a lot of rules about witchcraft. And the gods and spirits feel so bad about how ridiculous those clown fools will look that they decided we had better start changing witchcraft now, so in half a millennium when people say meditation is a fundamental skill of witchcraft the spirits won't weep in despair."

#answered

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

make an unnecessarily long post about vylad :3

Ohhhh boy a Vylad rewrite post, huh?

Vylad is honestly the character I have struggled the most with when conceptualizing when coming up with ideas for this rewrite. In my brain the main timeline MCD Vylad is aro/ace, so I never think about him in the kinds of situations characters are going to end up in.

I think for the sake of this rewrite Vylad is definitely demi both romantic, sexual, and gender. What demi gender? Good question!

Vylad needs an emotional connection with someone in order to feel attraction to them, but forming an emotional bond with Vylad is pretty difficult. In the entirety of this rewrite I think three people end up getting this, and those people are Agnes, Laurance, and Zenix but in a bad way. And two of those people end up dating his brother, and the other one goes a little insane. So Vylad is just not doing great in the dating pool.

Luckily Vylad is a lot more open to talking to people in this rewrite. Once the 15 year gap has passed, they've spent so long without anyone to really talk to that Vylad is a lot more open to communication. Agnes especially gets on his case for this, forcing Vylad to interact with people more because she will not have her baby brother that's older than her and not even her brother be so stand offish.

All my musician head canons I talked about in this post and it's follow up on my main are all canon to this story. Vylad doesn't do conversations the best, but he is able to become total besties with Aaron and Travis around the fire and kind of third wheels as Aaron and Travis are having their homosexual tension, but they don't mind that much. Vylad has always loved just observing people as they exist and do their stupid human shit, watching two dumb dorks fall in love while looking longingly at one another's hands on an instrument is Vylad's soap opera.

If popcorn existed in Ru'aun, Vylad would be addicted to it. I don't know why but this is a headcanon I will fight to the death about now, MCD Vylad would absolutely adore popcorn.

Just thought about MCD Vylad in a dress. Not something too showy, a dress that fully covers their body and is like a dark green maybe, definitely a custom order from Cadenza but one that she is happy to fill. Wait do Vylad and Cadenza even talk in the entirety of mcd?? Well they do in this rewrite because Vylad is way too shy to ask someone else to do it for them. But Cadenza is completely chill about the whole ordeal, asks the standard amount of questions, and when she's getting measurements she checks in with Vylad constantly to make sure he isn't uncomfortable.

And when Cadenza finishes it she just drops it off at Vylad's house. Vylad has a dress now :)

I don't want to ask too much but please if there are any artists that have somehow read this far I need this 🙏🏻

I think Vylad and Cadenza would have a great friendship. She's just so fucking chill despite being wound up as a lord. Vylad may not get it in the sense of being a lord, but he grew up with Garroth as an older brother and literally helped guide Agnes on the path to being a lord, so he understands it's trials and tribulations very well. I want to write a scene of these two getting high and just talking about literally whatever, maybe they make fun of Laurance, or Vylad opens up about what it feels like to be a Shadow Knight because Cadenza has a Shadow Knight as a guard and one as a brother, she fuckin gets it.

I-Is this a new rarepair? I mean, if I take it down that route we do have to acknowledge that Vylad is lowkey rebounding from Laurance to Laurance's sister which... I mean, given Vylad's track record with romance, that completely tracks. Gods even when I let him feel romantic and sexual things they're so bad at it!

Uhh, anyways, I think Vylad's favorite color is a pale green. The color of his mothers eyes because Vylad is such a mama's boy oh my Irene I will never shut up about this! I always headcanon that his scarf was made by his mom, and that's part of why Vylad is so attached to it.

Just had the thought of Vylad and Agnes singing a duet together :)

Vylad is still really shy about their singing voice and panics at the thought of singing in front of others, but they feel calm enough around Agnes that he doesn't mind if it's just the two of them. Don't know what they'd sing. Maybe Wolves of the Revolution as a trio with Garroth. Oh that's eating my brain alive right now.

I think as a teenager Vylad was really unsupervised, so they spent a lot of time just figuring out how to sneak around their estate. He made new secret passages just because he wanted to fuck with Garroth and Zane. I think Vylad was a total prankster, but both of his brothers got sick of it pretty quickly, and their reactions weren't funny anymore.

Give Vylad more chaotic energy when the alliance island is built and operational. Nothing malicious, but sometimes Vylad will just climb in through your window, grab an apple off the counter, give you a wave and then dip out. I want Vylad to disappear for like two and a half months, come back with no explanation and then hand Agnes some ancient artifact that he "just found while exploring." Vylad is the king of not elaborating. He loves hearing people's guesses, but never confirms or denies how accurate they are.

Garroth's guesses are always the closest to being accurate, but he still doesn't entirely understand the person his brother has become. I think Vylad being older than Garroth would be really weird for both of them. Like in Garroth's brain Vylad is younger little small baby brother, but Vylad is a smart ass who always has to correct him and remind Garroth that they're technically older than he is. This is thanks to both Nether time dilation, and Irene Dimension time dilation! The divine really just like fucking with time.

I think I want an entire episode of just Vylad and Hyria talking over tea. I always imagined Hyria being akin to a mother to Vylad as both of them sort of leaned on one another and used each other to cope with the losses in their lives. And Vylad still makes visits every now and then to the enchanted forest to visit Hyria and have a chat with her. I think it'd be neat.

Even funnier if Lucinda shows up to ask Hyria about a witchcraft thing and she just stares at Vylad like "When did you become friends with my mom?" "Before I met you."

One time while Vylad and Travis were practicing a song alone Vylad set down his ocarina, looked Travis in the eye and said "I've explored the entirety of Gal'ruk. No one will ever believe you." The only person who does is Laurance, but he still makes fun of Travis.

Vylad is just a chaotic confusing freak!! I love him!!!

#you said unnecessarily long and I delivered #oh my irene why did I write so much #this post is a mess #ramblings #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries rewrite #minecraft diaries #vylad ro'meave #vylad mcd #mcd vylad #mcd garroth #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvahl #mcd laurance #cadenza zvahl #mcd cadenza #zianna ro'meave #mcd zianna #aphblr #travis valkrum #mcd travis #aaron lycan #mcd aaron

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

DELICIOUSLY DARK! AEMOND X OC, SNOW FALLS (CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST.)

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Sexism, anti-feminism, murder, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, descriptions of executions, discriptions of cutting bodies into pieces, descriptions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, aemond having a breeding kink, non-con- dark!aemond and dub-con, powerabuse and fake-trials/showtrials.

You are surprised he is in the same room as you, reading some letters by the fireplace. You grab your robe from the ground. You put it on and walk to him. You softly lean in and kiss his right cheek. 'Goodmorrow, my husband. Did you sleep well?' You ask when sitting down in the other chair.

You open a letter with your house's sigil on it. You read the letters first words.

Dear Prince Aemond Targaryen, or Lord WyldeWoods of WyllowCrest, I regret to inform you-

The letter is ripped from your hands by Aemond. He glares at you. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'Reading my correspondence?' You say, a bit surprised by the rage in his voice. You are Lady WyldeWoods now. This is your duty. You already lost a few days process, and the banners must be prepared if war is afoot.

Your husband smiles mockingly. 'Your? The outside world doesn't know you exist, girl. Courtesy of your father.' Your father did what he thought best, and you both know it. You're sick of him pretending otherwise.

Ever since you slept with him, since you really found your voice and made love with him, you feel confident enough to take a stand against him. Despite what he did to you. 'Father wanted to keep me safe. I was quite ill when I was born.' You say.

Aemond's good eye rolls. 'I quite don't care how ill you were.' He grabs the letters. 'I'm your lord husband now, I'll take these out of your pretty lady hands. You shouldn't worry about upcoming wars,' He reaches out, and you flinch. He grins before petting your stomach. 'It's bad for our babe. Targaryen seed is very strong and dominant. You'll birth your first child soon. I hope for a son.' He speaks.

You even dont want to think about that. 'W-what if its a girl?' You wonder out loud.

He thinks before responding. 'Girls can be married off. Just make sure I do not end up without any son like my father did before he married my mother. I do not want any girls getting funny ideas about my legacy. Am I clear?' You scoff. What legacy? A Kinslayer? an abuser? You doubt anyone would want his legacy if it was handed for free.

'Am I clear, wife?' he grits out to you. You nod. 'As crystal.'

'Good girl.' You think back of last night. How he was pleasuring you and fucking you against the window and on the desk when calling you that and much more.

He takes you to your mother's big mirror and places you in front of him his arms around your neck. He can choke you with one movement. You are well aware. He opens your robe and touches your breasts before kissing your neck and rubbing your belly. You allow him to do so. You even like his hands touching your breasts and his arms wrapped around you. 'There isn't much to see yet.'

He leans in and whispers in your ear. 'But soon...You'll carry the next generation of an ancient line. You'll birth me beautiful sons and daughters with my Targaryen eyes and your black raven hair.' To proof his point he runs his fingers through your hair. You give a nod.

He becomes suspicious again. 'You don't seem very ecstatic about your future as mother and possible carrier of the Targaryen line.' You are not. Targaryens are known for insanity. You don't want your children to become like him. Or worse.

There is that scoffing laugh again. He grabs your chin. 'Don't you want to have my babies? Is that it?' He guesses wildly.

You shake your head trying to dismantle the danger. 'It's not you. Well, part is. But I told you before: There is so much I want to do. I'm scared of becoming a ghost when you force me to become a mother too soon. I'm scared of neglecting our children. The way you were neglected.'

He gawks. He thinks he hides himself very well behind those walls and his leather. But you know a lost soul when you see one .Gently you reach out and softly let the back of your hand touch his face. 'You think I didn't notice?' You ask with a soft voice. 'I am just like you-'

He rips your hands from his face and groans. 'Touch me again, and I'll take a few fingers. You know nothing about me, slut. You know nothing!' He shouts. You understand you crossed a line but so did he.

You raise your chin and stare him down. 'I'm not a slut. I am your wife. I do my duties you forced upon me from the day you met me. If you mind me so much, we can arrange a divorce.'

He chuckles at that and smiles. 'Perhaps I should just spank your disobeying ass red. Oh wait, you told me you'd like it if I got a little rough with you.' You feel ashamed and hurt he is using that against you.

'You win.' You say with a single tear escaping. Angrily you wipe it away.

Aemond leans in closer and you feel his cold hands grab your chin and squeeze a bit. 'But darling, we just started playing. I'm not done yet with punishing you for your little stunt.' He says and you feel the colour drain from your face and your blood turn cold.

You already were punished. Spanked, dragged, slapped and you even sucked him, fucked him, and there is the unspeakable tattoo now on your face. 'I...I shared the bed with you and I have a tattoo for you. What more could it be?' You wonder.

Aemond claps his hands delighted before grinning. 'My favourite kind of execution: Public.'

You are horrified. He is going to kill you. He is. 'B-but your babies! Our children!' You yell at him in despair.

His cold hands touches your face lovingly and he softly licks away some salt tears. You sob. 'I won't execute you, darling. Just whoever has the displeasure of offending my view today and some special guests. We as Lord and Lady of WyldeWoods should not accept crown traitors to roam our lands, Now, should we?' You are hissing like a cat at him. These lands are not his. They aren't his ancestor's either.

'They're not yours, you monster!' You shout at him before slashing at his face. You hit him on his nose.

You taste blood the next time you blink and an enraged Aemond has slapped you across your face. He stomps to the wardrobe and picks out a white dress with a fox fur coat. He throws it on the bed. 'We'll leave in a few moments. Don't be late, or there will be one dead person for every minute you make me wait!' He groans before strutting off.

-------- The nearest villagers are rounded up for trial. There is a little stage with two chairs made of velvet green black with orange and white. His house colours and yours. Aemond sits legs crossed proudly in the targaryen chair, and you sit in the WyldeWoods seat. You lay your hands in your lap and look at them.

Guards surround you, wearing green uniforms. They will do Aemonds biding. You know they will.

The first traitor is a beautiful woman. She is named Vasa and comes from Lys. Her crimes are stealing from the crown and seducing the guards on watch. Aemond doesn't ask for your input and starts the trail right away. 'You seduced my men? All of them?'

She lifts her head proudly. 'Yes, Kinslayer.'

You gasp by her insult next to Aemond. He shoots you a warning glare, and you quickly go back to minding your business. 'You must be really good, then. I'll make you a deal. I have a little troublemaker at home who loves getting cocks. I bet she loves everything shoved down her cunt, not just cocks. Why don't you try some things out on my wife, and I'll see if I can spare your life?' He offers and you are digusted and scared.

Your bannerman are here, villages gathered to watch and your servants are here too. You beg Aemond softly with your eyes but he ignores you. Aemond grins. 'Kiss my wife.' He says.

The woman comes over and gently kneels before you. Your mouth is grabbed gently. 'Obey him, you'll get in trouble.' She warns you before softly sucking your neck. Aemond looks on and you notice a few guards watching as well. You pull the woman on your lap and kiss her back. She opens her mouth and lets her tongue dip in your mouth.

Some of the crowd cheers when it happens most of them males but some females like it as well. The woman thanks you for saving her life before walking back confidently to Aemond.

He must be so pleased. 'I had a thought: I don't like sharing my toys.' He gets up and you are pushed back in your seat by a alarted guard.

Aemond takes his sword and slashes her head off with one clean slash. The head dryly tuds on the floor as you scream. Blood covers his face as he laughs before sitting down. 'Next!' He carelessly shouts before taking a sip of his wine.

A farmer is presented next. He has an argument with another farmer about a goat. Farmer Brownswood took the goat thinking he could get goats milk but the goat was barren. There was no milk for the man, but he paid for it either way. Farmer one got upset and tried to burn the house down of farmer 2.

Aemond turns to you. 'What do you think?' He asks. You are caught off guard and quickly stop pulling your nails. All eyes are on you: Aemond's eye, the farmers eyes, the guards and the other prisoners. You think many things but aren't sure Aemond would like hearing any of it.

Your parents didn't raise you like his parents raised him. They didn't taught you politics. They didn't taught you the law.'I-I am not sure my opinion is the best, husband. I am not like you, I have not been raised with knowledge of law and politics. You have.'

'I want to hear it,' He says. 'I promise I won't get mad or upset with you, little fox. Tell me.'

'I think they were both wrong. The man should not have lied about the Goat, but the other man should not have burned down his house. It feels all a little silly that two grown men are wasting our time with matters like this. A few nights in the brick might soften their attitude and restore their friendship.' You say.

It sounds horrible But it's better than the death he has in mind for them.

Aemond grins amused by your insults and your jabs. He leans in close and kisses your hand lovingly. 'A wonderful answer, my dear. You are learning quicker than I expected.' He says with a smirk full of pride and joy. You don't know what he is talking about.

He sinks in his chair. 'I quite agree with the punishment that Lady Willa has in mind. Let them gather their minds in the bricks.' The guards escort the two farmers away.

It's the first case that doesn't end in a murder and it is all thanks to you. You know it. Aemond kisses your mouth, and you kiss him back gently.

Another man shackled and beaten is brought before Aemond. Aemond raises a brow when the man refuses to look at him. Not out of fear, out of pure spite. He doesn't grant Aemond his respect. The guard notices and punches him in the gut. 'On your knees for our prince and his lady wife!' He yells at the poor man. He is around the age your father was. And that hurts.

'Please, good sir. Show my husband your respect and they won't hurt you.' You gently speak, your voice calm and soft. You assume he will at least consider it. But he only scoffs and spits at your feet.

'Do I look like a Dragonriding kinslayer to you, girl? You have him wrapped around your little fingers, but I am not that easy, whore.' Aemond tenses up next to you and you see him debating with himself wether to punish the man or to not give him attention.

He continues berating you and you feel worse and worse as most insults are the truth. 'Aren't you ashamed, girl? Spreading your legs for the same man that nailed your family to the gates of your home? We mourned our lost family and friends, who all served your house so willingly!' He growls. 'My own daughter was raped, when they found her, she had hanged herself in the kitchen. Where were you, Lady "WyldeWoods"?' You think back of that night. When Aemond dragged you to the Gods woods and forced you to marry him. After that he forced himself upon you.

'I was ...consumating my marriage with my husband.' You say gulping thinking back of that night.

'And screaming like a little whore, is what I heard.' You don't know what he is charged with but you understand his motive. It's revenge against Aemond for the death of his daughter. And he somehow thinks you are responsible. As if you didn't try to stop the rapers.

The man has said enough. 'He'll never really love you. You aren't family, after all. They're dragons and beasts.' You feel insulted. You raise from your chair.

Aemond whispers with one of his close guards. You only hear a strange foreign language. 'Prince Aemond is my husband and my protector. He is my lord and my friend. He married me for love, we are very happy - you try to convince him but also to yourself.

'You're a whore! I wish they killed you, instead of your family. You're a disgrace to our people and to the North. You should leave here. You don't belong here. You belong nowhere.' He says. You sit down ashamed.

Aemond laughs interrupting him. 'As funny as this is, you came here for a trial. We are your judges. You already insulted one of us, will you insult me next?' He asks careless.

'You are guilty of her death too!'

'And?' Aemond barks without missing a moment. 'I am a Targaryen. The word blood is in my House Words. I will take what is mine, I will do so, With Fire and with Blood.' You feel chills as he says that. 'This lady here is my wife, she tried to save your daughter, actually. She tried to stop the sacking in general, the little dumb lamb.' He sounds so carelessly. So numb to your feelings. You wish you didn't care too, but his words hurt. Of course, you tried to save the girls. But it was all in vein. They were raped anyway.

'So I dragged her ass to some stupid old tree, and after saying some empty vows, I took her upstairs where I sacked her myself. It was quite satisfying. She was never sacked before.' He chuckles as you blush and look at your shoes. You don't want to face the crowd.

'You're a beast, Aemond. Your sister will murder you.' The man says. You feel conflicted by those words. He is a beast. But you don't know if you'll like Rhaenyra murdering him.

There is a scoffing chuckle. Aemond leans back in his chair and sips his wine. 'She is welcome to try, the old hag. Let's see what she brings. Actually, I think I'll send her a message.' Aemond stands up from his chair and walks to the guard.

Without a warning, he turns and slashes the man open. You watch as the blood comes pouring out like he is a barrel with a hole in it. Aemond cleans his sword by licking it clean. 'Add the body to the pile. I want them all to be sent to my sister. Let her know what happens to her people now.'

He nods to the remaining prisoners and wields his sword. You realise he is about to excute them all. You helplessly turn to the guards in the green unfiorm. One notices you and comes over, gently pushing you down in your seat. 'You cried so loud, the night you were first fucked. Aemond bragged you were wet like a little baby seal. Don't give him an excuse to fuck you again.' He whispers before returning to his silent treatment.

You watch as your husband cuts off ears, takes eyes, chops off hands, and tears tongues with a knife. There is an unusual glimmer in his eye when he kills. You think it's part of his ancestry. You see the flames of Old valyria burning there despite neither of you ever set foot there. never. You grab his hand gently. 'Husband, please. 'Sit down, you showed your fire. You showed your power. Now is the time to show your compassion. Your gentle heart.'

He scoffs and frees himself from your grip.'I'm afraid I don't have a heart, dear wife.' You watch speechless.

He does not like to chop heads cleanly. He likes to slash people open and watch them bleed out. To watch the life fade from their eyes and to hear their bodies drop to the floor. It reminds you of how he probably killed your family, too. You still sit in the chair, wordless and frozen as he starts to put out an eye from a man who spied for the enemy and the tongue of a man who called his sister a whore.

The wooden podium is dripping with blood from all sides. You watch it drip down through cracks and finally it ends in a large puddle on the ground, mixed with body parts and other gruesome human souvenirs like fingers, tongues, cocks, finger parts and ears. He insisted on keeping the eyes. He plans to do something with that, he told you with a chuckle before handing you a freshly taken bloodied eye.

He grins madly when he takes the edge of the sword and licks it clean. You thought you knew who you had married. You have no idea. You eye the line of left to be judged and fear for their lives. They start to shout or beg or pray. They beg for mercy as they are brought forward. They clutch to Aemonds legs, beg him, promise their loyalty, and explain their reasons. You think he enjoys that more than killing. Having power over someone. You saw it when you two slept together last night and you see it again. A monster that must have his way no matter the cost.

Their stories are the same. Farmers and villagers were starving and did a few favours for the Blacks. They didn't have any choice. Those who insulted the royal family only did so because they were starving. They don't believe the royals care about their problems. They do not, of course. And they care even less about the peasants' lives.

They need three big carts for all the bodies. Bodyparts are sorted and collected in big brown bags that turn an icky red colour after a while. You feel sick and heartbroken. These people were under your protection. You didn't save them.

You turn to the prince. You are scared. Of course you are. But you need to stop him. 'Aemond, it's been enough. You have killed enough. Most of these people didn't support your sister because they wanted her to be on the throne. They supported her because they were starving, and she fed them. Surely you must see that.'

'I don't care what their excuses are. Treason is treason. You know that, don't you, little wife?' There is a warning there.

An old woman with a stick is brought forward. She walks slowly and if she is broken. A guard kicks her to hurry her up, but she falls down. You rush to her and help her up from the bloodied planks. She smiles gently at you before facing the prince.

'You stand before Aemond Targaryen, rightful Lord of the WyldeWoods, Prince of House Targaryen and loyal brother to his grace-' the old woman yawns loudly.

She points her stick at Aemond. 'All this ugly white-haired man wants to do is kill people. Let him have me. I won't whine and bitch like the men did before me. You won't get that satisfaction.' She says before raising her chin and staring him down. He scoffs before taking his bloodied sword again.

'Stop! Aemond; She is an old lady. She...' You try to take the sword from him. You cut yourself on accident. Blood drips down between your fingers. Aemond huffs before slashing in at the woman.He takes his time cutting her open slowly like a butcher would do with a pig he would stuff.

He eventually executes everyone who was on trial. Only the farmers escaped. The carts are piling out, and eventually, seven big carts ride out to Dragonstone. To show the Queen what was done to her people.

There is blood on your shoes. And on your hands. Aemond has been drinking and watches patiently as his men clean up the mess he created. Your hands tremble, and you clutch your necklace.

'Come here, wife.' Aemond barks at you like you're his pet. You rush to his side and loyally curtsy before him.

'Y-yes husband?' You ask, trying to stablize your voice. He is covered in blood. His armour has blood from the neck to his back and his green with gold cloak, which is now a red colour. He grins anyway.

'You're so beautiful when you are frightened. Your sigil is a fox, but you are more like a weak bunny. I can smell your fear from miles away.' He grabs your behind, and you squeak alarming a few guards, but none do anything to save you. He puts you on his lap. You feel like a trophy.

'The fox is more than an aggressor. It knows when to walk away and hide.' You try to defend your sigil. You have to.

His hands toy with the lace of your corsets. 'You sure love doing that, hm? Hiding from me?' He unlaces your front and patiently watches your neckline become bigger and show off more of your breasts.

His other hand, meanwhile, pets your legs and goes under your gown and eventually under your skirts. 'Aemond, we aren't alone.' You mutter as he starts to touch you inappropriately.

'I own them. They will let us fuck, trust me. They might even hold you down if I ask them to.' There is a warning in his eye when he lifts your chin. 'Do you need someone to hold you down?' He asks. You have pleased him enough for today. Yesterday was fun, but it hurt.

You know yourself. You know when you are tired.

'I'm still so sore from the last time we made love.' You gently try to reject his proposal, but he already gets that aggressive smirk on his lips. You try not to cry or to tremble. He will win if you do.

'Are you now? A little sore from my rough fucking?' He is mocking you. You still nod accepting that you've dug your grave so you will lie in it now. 'Hm. You don't know what sore is, little fox.' He spits out.

Tears form in your eyes and threaten to fall. 'Please, I've been so good.' You let out a little whimpering sound. 'I tried so hard to be a good wife to you, but you ask and demand so much of me. You want to have sex every night, and I can't keep up with your desires.' You confess. 'It's too much for me.'

He raises his brow scoffing. He has this mocking smirk on his lips. You don't feel like he takes you seriously. You grow angry every moment that that annoying smirk is in your sight.

Eventually, he sighs and mocks sympathy when, in reality, he mocks you and threatens you. 'You'll adjust yourself. Your body will learn to think of other things when you perform your duties. Your mind will learn it. Your body will yield the moment your mind has accepted that.' You don't want your mind to change. You don't want to accept it, and you don't accept.

He makes it sound like whatever awaits you is even worse than the pain you are facing now. That one day; you will be nothing but an object for him to make heirs with, to lay with, and to come in. That no happiness or joy will be left in your life. 'I don't want to yield. I want-' You don't know, but not this. You don't want this for the rest of your days.

They already call you a whore. He grabs your chin and applies a bit of pressure warning you. 'You can be a good sweet girl, walk with me and I'll fuck you on the bed like a good little slut-' your sobs interupt him. You whimper and wail.

'Or, I can strip you and fuck you here, in front of my guards, in front of everyone to see and in the cold and in the dirt.' He adds. You know he is serious. You know him too well.

You cry but accept that this is your life now. There is some dignity left to be saved. You won't let him take it from you. You will pretend to enjoy his attention, and you will keep strong so he won't take you on the execution spot.

'Take me home.' You whisper. He grins, pleased. He likes to hear your consent despite it being forced. He loves hearing you beg, and he loves winning and outsmarting you. He enjoys it.

'What was that?' He asks, but you know he can hear just fine.

'Please, husband, take me home. I'll be a good girl.' You finally say and even give him a soft kiss on his cheek.

'That's what I like to hear.' He forces you to get off his lap and holds your hand when standing. He stands, and you are once again reminded how tall he is. You are tall too, just not as much as him. He grins before leaning in and touches your chin lovingly, and leans in for a kiss. You close your eyes and let him.

But you are grabbed by your hips instead and slammed over his shoulders. You yelp again, but it's no use. He presses your head against his shoulders and warns you with a smack on your ass to be quiet.

He walks to his remaining soldiers with you as a killed animal over his shoulders. 'I'm taking the rest of the day off. My wife needs a good fucking.' He smacks your ass again and you whimper.

The captain laughs, but it seems a bit forced. 'Your wife seems a little scared, my Prince. I don't think she's in the mood at all.' He says gently, taking in your red eyes and your soft sniffs.

Another soldier appears, and you recognise him as the soldier that had that girl raped. That same soldier who wanted Aemond to fuck you as punishment. 'While you're at it, teach that whore that we as soldiers have certain privileges even little whores like her can't mess with.'

The captain grins at you. 'She is not a whore, she is the prince's lady. She will be treated with respect, soldier. Or else I will make sure you are taught some things about proper etiquette.' The soldier bites back insults and glares at you but leaves. You are the captain thankful for saving you.

Aemond simply raises a brow before leaning in the captains face. 'I'll decide how I handle her. If you had a brat for a wife, you would be strict for her too. She needs to know where the line is drawn.'

'She is your wife. You vowed to protect her.'

'I did, I vowed to protect her helpless little ass. Just not against me.'

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