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#i guess i just like blue dragons

francy-sketches · 2 months

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made a pie chart of asoiaf dragon colors bc I was curious about it ^_^ my verdict is asoiaf is severely lacking in cool dragon designs why's there so much grey/brown/green I need more prettygirls. (I based this off of the books/grrm's descriptions, so vhagar is counted as bronze and vermax is undescribed even tho they're green in hotd. also quicksilver is technically undescribed but I counted her as silver bc of the name)

also heres a version not counting the undescribed ones

#only 2 blue dragons is CRIMINAL #i guess vhagar had bluish green highlights. maybe she counts? idk what grrm means by 'highlights' like are her wings green or is it like #green shine like a pigeon. I assumed it was the second one but I've seen people draw her as the first so. idk #not even one purple one :( purple and gold would slay so hard....#tbh I think asoiaf's just kinda lacking in the dragon department in general #which is fine bc that's not really what I read it for. but I am a dragon enjoyer so I do kinda wish they did more #or at least looked cooler #at least even if hotd starts being shit it'll still have dragons I can go googoogaga at

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journey-to-the-attic · 10 months

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hope you don't mind me pretty much spamming your ask box lately 😭 /lh

but yeah like i said jtta is consuming my mind and it's all i've been thinking abt these days /pos

i remember when i was re-reading it a few days ago, i saw httyd get mentioned and i got so happy (i LOVE httyd 😭)

what does IK think of the movies if she has seen them??!?! 👀

also i hc satan would love toothless, since he acts like a cat sometimes and satan loves cats-

ty that's all i have for today *disappears into thin air*

no worries it's not spam at all!! i always love getting asks ^^

and heck yeah ik would love the movies!! anything with cool dragons has always been a shoe-in for her, so you'd have been likely to find her watching them whenever she got bored at home when she was younger

ik has a toothless plushie from aunt lisa and every time he visits her house satan always finds and sits there holding it the entire time. he only refrains from just taking it home with him because he knows ik would get upset (she gets him his own at some point and he nearly cries)

#answering asks #valenrien #personally while i do love the movies in isolation i think they're AWFUL adaptations of the og books #like. they didn't even include the dragon furious???? or the dragon rebellion???#alvin the treacherous is some other guy entirely. as are fishlegs and snotlout and stoick and just about everyone else #also they completely replaced camicazi with astrid who (and i'm sorry for this is vastly inferior)#(tbf i guess camicazi's name might have been a bit of an issue. and if they were gonna pair her with hiccup i'm glad they just replaced her #they didn't even give hiccup the red hair and blue eyes #let me clarify my stance. the httyd movies are great but they really should've just changed some of the names #and done it as an original story #because it is basically an entire separate entity to the books #anyway ik doesn't share my opinions on the matter because she's just like 'cool dragons? sold'#though she would be a little upset about the lack of book toothless (who is tiny and green and also such a little shit)#i do however like to imagine that levi would share in my pain

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raayllum · 2 years

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Also the eye of Ziard’s self made purple hurricane looks uncomfortably like storm magic (which wasn’t the case of Viren’s version in 3x09) and I don’t like that

#also the fact it's blue #viren's spell with zym has a lil purple lightning #dark magic #but i Guess it'd make sense if this is like a warped sky spell hurricane in some ways #and he just needs the sun birds for the fire #bc the staff can do it on its own #which damn yeah Is a powerful relic #tag ramble #dragons liveblogs #s3 #3x01 #arc 1

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amatres · 1 year

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anyway my thoughts on fenris's romance now that i've played it without the haze of completionism from when i was a teen is that it feels overall rather peaceful. like yes there's angst and the three year gap, but a lot of the flirting felt very intimate and the fact they do have the three years to think on their feelings gives it a more slow burn feeling to it? also fenris always caressing hawke's face was very cute

#ama mumbles #dragon age 2 #idk how to put it just that to me its not like this big bombastic romance a lot of it is very quiet #of course i played a blue hawke which probably effected that but lol #i guess its bc his arc is based on healing? so his romance also contributes to that #listen i am a lesbian so male lis are always a bit more difficult for me to like immediately connect with. but i liked it it was sweet #i wish i could have heard more of the companions opinions on the li choice tho #i should have just ran around with all the companions with fenris to hear them gossip like teenagers

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dark-magical-ships · 2 years

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Sorry to be a bother but totally random question. If you and Seto's relationship were a colour what colour would it be? -jellyfish-ships

@jellyfish-ships Friendo, it is NEVER a bother to get random asks from my friends. ❤️ JUMP IN MY ASK BOX AND ASK WHATEVER RANDOM QUESTIONS YOU WANT, I GENUINELY LOVE IT. ❤️❤️❤️

Interesting question. 😂 I’m told we both have very “blue” vibes. There’s something related to the upcoming wedding which has very deep significance in the ceremony, and is peacock-blue. So I think that would be my answer. :3

#ask box/unprompted #friends #kaden #q&a #🐉💙 cocoashipping 💙🐉#blue has always been associated with Seto in canon and also in meta materials #multiple friends have also said they tend to associate me with blue colors XD sometimes with purple too lol #also at least two friends have referred to me as being Seto’s Blue-Eyes White Dragon which. AAAAA 😭💙#even though my s/i has no connection to Kisara or the dragon at all like I didn’t prompt that friends just ship us that hard I guess 😭💙💙💙💙#heck lol. anyway yes blue jewel tones would be the color to represent us

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duodusk · 6 months

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i hope when the eggs come back they cant permadie anymore and dont have mandatory quests so they can all be a bit sillier and not worry about eggs getting caught up in it right. but the quests are a good idea for keeping players involved with each other .. so i think if they come back as little hatched dragons or something, completing all of a days quests a certain number of times should make them develop some sort of new skill or ability

like that way you don't HAVE to do quests and the eggs dont have to be on all the time anymore if they're busy, but if you do quests you can unlock the ability for them to like fly short distances or something idk

#txt #this is rambly bc its literally a shower thought i was having LOL #but i think the quests are good for involving people on the server but i dont think the lives or mandatory quests are necessary anymore #so some other incentive would be cool #its like idk. youre raising your little dragon ..#its hard to think of traits for them to gain tho bc they can already do so much just with items on the server #i was like idk about full flight maybe just gliding .. but they have gliders itd be unnecessary #i also think itd be funnier if they didnt announce it was a thing and just #whichever egg or parent happened to be most attentive to quests still would show up with their little dragon flying like #Yeah sorry. guess you shouldve been feeding them more blue foods. idiot

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slavonicrhapsody · 2 months

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WHO IS THIS SAULTRY LITTLE BINCH

ok this is my extremely unpolished breakdown of MESSMER THE IMPALER from the shadow of the erdtree trailer

The first thing that stands out about this dude is that he’s wearing EVERY possible symbol of treason against the Erdtree: SNAKES and FLAME

Messmer has snakes on his sigil, helm, and 2 snake friends who have dragon wings. Volcano Manor is known for its statues of winged serpents, but the wings are feathered, not dragonlike. these snakes are bright red-orange and are very unlike the Great Serpent we all know and love, who has a heavier build and is blue-grey in color.

Regarding snakes as symbolism, the Duelist Helm description reads,

“Bronze helm decorated with innumerable snakes. Worn by gladiators who were driven from the colosseum. The wearer becomes a slightly easier target for foes. The snake is viewed as a traitor to the Erdtree, and the audience delighted in seeing these bronze effigies beaten and battered.”

We can bet that whoever is associating themselves with snakes is a confirmed Erdtree hater (Rykard, hello!!!) or perhaps, this dude could even be part of the reason why snakes are considered traitorous in the first place?

In addition to us seeing Messmer wield fire, this line from the trailer (which I think is spoken about Messmer but not by Messmer) implies that he’s known for his fire: “Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death. In the embrace of Messmer’s flame.”

It’s well known that flame is in many ways a taboo power; particularly the flame of the Fell God, which has the power to burn the Erdtree (the cardinal sin). Messmer’s fire is weird, in some ways it reminds me of the Rune of Death since it starts out black and turns red, but it’s also far too orange to simply be the Rune of Death’s power.

There’s also this description of the DLC: “The Land of Shadow. A place obscured by the Erdtree. Where the goddess Marika first set foot. A land purged in an unsung battle. Set ablaze by Messmer’s flame.”

I’d guess that the Land of Shadow was the place of Marika’s first conquest, and perhaps Messmer either aided her in razing it or that’s just something he did later?

so WHO is this dude????

for starters, his name is Messmer the Impaler — M like Marika! Melina, Malenia, Miquella, Mogh, and Morgott. seems to be a pattern...

He says in the trailer, “Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?”

Whoever Messmer’s mother is, she is in a position to “sanction lordship” meaning to give official permission for a lordship to take place. that screams Marika — she is THE goddess, and is responsible for guiding Tarnished to becoming Elden Lord. I can’t think of anyone else who might be called Mother who is in such a position as to allow someone to ascend to the position of Lord. He's also sitting in the same type of throne that the demigods sat in that we see in Morgott's cutscene.

theres 2 ways to interpret this line:

Messmer could referring to himself when he says this; as if he’s saying, would my mother truly allow me to become Lord even though I’m so dark and edgy?? in a kind of sarcastic way. the flames he produces start out black, and he’s covered himself symbols treasonous to the Erdtree. OR, he’s referring to us, the Tarnished, when he says this; as if he’s saying, would you really let a person with such little light inside them become lord, mother?? (rude!) I’d say we need more context to determine exactly what he means

ALSO, interestingly, his left eye is sealed shut… you know who else has their left eye sealed shut? THAT’S RIGHT… OUR FRIENDS MELINA AND RANNI

The scarseal and soreseal items of Marika and Radagon are also carved into eyeballs… could eye trauma be an empyrean trait?? could Messmer also be an empyrean, one who the current demigods didn’t know the existence of???

with all that being said, I really doubt that this guy is Rykard or Rykard’s child as I’ve seen some people speculate… these other clues in the trailer point towards him being another, separate demigod. so what do we make of all the similar imagery?? I think that Messmer might be working against the Erdtree toward his own ends, and he’s embracing similar powers that Rykard did when he turned traitor.

who is he then? I think he’s a demigod child of Marika, and possibly of Radagon because of the hair (unless his hair color comes elsewhere? a curse?). I think he got banished to the shadow realm for treason reasons, given the heretical symbols. perhaps he was an empyrean with his own agenda who was disposed of by Marika, like the Gloam Eyed Queen? perhaps he has ambitions to return to the real world and become Lord, destroying the Tarnished who might take his throne?

I did this instead of sleeping I hope you’re all happy

#elden ring #elden ring dlc #shadow of the erdtree #messmer the impaler #messmer #elden ring lore #ok now ive got that out of my system i can go about my day

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 month

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Hi! I love your writing

Could you do something like the villain finding out his nemesis hero is member of his nearly extinct (fantasy?) species?

Like the villain thought he was the last of his kin?

"You..." The villain's eyes widened. "You're..."

Between wearing either heavy make-up and coloured contacts in his civilian guise, or his hero mask when he wasn't, the hero could usually pass as human.

Unfortunately, his mask rested utterly useless in the villain's hands and he hadn't had time to do a full face before rushing out the door. The inhumanity of him was thus blatantly visible beneath the villain's devouring gaze.

"A monster?" the hero snapped. "That's rich coming from you, you-"

The villain reached up and, with the careful press of a button, his own mask slid away.

The hero froze.

The hero stared.

The whole world, and all that he was fighting for dropped away as his heart leapt and his mouth went dry and it felt like every atom in his body hummed with recognition.

The villain's eyes were the same purple shade as his own - a dark orchid-esque colour that humans couldn't quite filter properly and had no entirely accurate name for. The line of his cheek had the same glimmer of scales, though the villain's were a shimmering pearl compared to the hero's blue. He hadn't filed his teeth down to blend in like the hero had either. They were carnivore-sharp.

Dragon. In his more humanoid form, certainly, but a dragon nonetheless.

Just like the hero.

Several key facts slid into place.

"Oh," the hero said, breathless. The old language suddenly felt ready and perched on his tongue like a waterfall. He swallowed it down.

"I thought I was the only one left."

The hero's brain churned, as he struggled to compute the astounding evidence in front of him. Because he couldn't - the villain couldn't - except he obviously was.

Had he been stealing for his hoard?

"I thought I was alone," the villain said. "Are there others?!"

Mutely, dumbstruck, the hero shook his head.

He'd thought he was alone too. For so long, so very very long, he'd thought he was the only one left. And now - now. The hero scrambled belatedly to his feet, with a groan of pain. He could feel panic rising. Panic and hope and fury and longing.

The villain closed the gap in an instant, as if scared the hero might run. He curled one hand around the front of the hero's suit to hold him in place, pinning him back against the wall with a matching strength that suddenly made so much more sense. The wall behind them gave an ominous shudder.

His stare raked over the hero's body, like he could slip beneath his clothes and perform a full catalogue or history, before snapping back to the hero's mouth. His teeth.

"What did they do to you?"

"They didn't do anything. I -" There were too many questions, it was too big. The hero had no idea where to start. He reached out to grab his mask back from the villain.

The villain hurled it aside, well out of the way. His freshly-freed hand gripped the hero's wrist. Tight. Possessive.

"Why are you protecting humans?" the villain sounded somewhere between bewildered and livid. "What's wrong with you?"

The hero bristled, the fury clearing his head a little bit too. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You nearly torched half of London, are you insane?"

"They hunted us. I thought I was the only one left. Are you -"

The villain swore in old tongue. Fire-tongue, though the hero had guessed that much.

He could practically feel the heat rising off the villain, sudden and foreboding. His instincts swerved this way and that; torn between the violence of enmity, of every vicious memory they shared, and all the sheer longings of a home he'd thought lost forever.

Before he'd even fully realised it, he'd reached out, palm searching the villain's chest in turn, finding his heartbeat. Slow. Much slower than a human's could ever be.

Dragon, dragon, dragon.

Kin.

The same.

His.

"Oh, god," the hero said.

"You even sound like them," the villain said, tone not quite kind enough to be wonder. "I really thought you were human. What did they do to you?"

"They didn't do anything! Just - shut up. For one second, just shut up. I need to think. Because you - you're - oh god."

There were many arguments the hero could have made, never mind that the whole point of a secret identity was to fit in, but all he could focus on was the enormity of it.

He wasn't alone.

They weren't alone.

He didn't have to be alone.

The villain's hands moved up to his face, clutching his jaw, cradling him. The purple of his eyes began to deepen to flame.

"Come with me," he said, fully switching to the old tongue. "We shouldn't be fighting each other. You're young - you must be young if you're on their side - we'll talk. You'll tell me everything."

The worst person the hero knew was the only one who could possibly begin to understand.

It was all too much.

The hero ripped himself free, and bolted.

#dragons #writing #story #short story #fantasy #hero x villain #villains and heroes #heroes and villains

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valeskafics · 6 months

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"Late Night Visitor" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Aegon's Girlfriend!Reader

a/n: request from my beloved @ophelialaufey - hope this measures up to what you had in mind bb heheheheh

Summary: Aemond has always wanted you, his big brother's girlfriend, and when he sees a chance to have you, he takes it.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, slight dubcon but not really, mask kink, knife kink, glove kink, brat taming, spanking, daddy kink, finger sucking, fingering, oral f receiving, ass eating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3,500 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

For the last three years, there’s been one thought echoing in Aemond Targaryen’s mind over and over.

Aegon doesn’t deserve you.

You’re the most gorgeous, sweet, funny, and witty girl he knows. He doesn’t understand how Aegon sunk his claws into you so quickly, but he hates it. Aemond liked you first. It’s fucking bullshit. He knows he could treat you better than his asshole brother does. You’re the perfect girlfriend, always so fucking supportive of Aegon, always there with open arms and a kind word. And Aegon just doesn’t appreciate it. It makes Aemond angry beyond belief.

He hates sharing a flat with Aegon because it means you’re always there. That he doesn’t even get a chance to try to get over you. He just has to watch you being all sweet to his ingrate elder brother, hear the two of you fucking at all odd hours, that sexy voice of yours moaning Aegon’s name. He doesn’t think Aegon’s ever actually made you come. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part, but he digresses.

You use your spare key and come bounding into their flat that morning, all smiles as you greet him, “Hey, Aemy!”

Gods, he loves how you call him Aemy. Aegon makes fun of him for it and he pretends that he hates it, but he loves that it’s something special between the two of you. A name only you call him. It’s almost as if you’re his girlfriend instead of Aegon’s, something he fantasizes about all too often. You greet him with a quick peck on the cheek, your soft lips grazing against his skin in a way that has his pants growing uncomfortably tight. How pathetic is he that something as simple as a kiss on the cheek gets him hard as a rock for you?

“Hi,” he says stiffly, his eye moving along your body, admiring how good you look in the blue dress you’re wearing, one that is more similar to his own eye color than Aegon’s, “You look nice. Big plans with my brother?”

“It’s the end of my midterms,” you tell him, grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water, Aemond never once looking away from you, “Egg said we’re gonna go out to dinner. How’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

He clears his throat, his gaze lingering at the hint of cleavage that shows through your dress before he replies, “Just been busy. No time to mess around like the two of you.”

Aemond feels guilty for a fleeting moment at the slightly wounded look on your face, wondering if he pressed his lips to yours if he could kiss his way to forgiveness, if he could just grab you and bend you over the kitchen counter and-

“Anyway,” you say, smiling once again, “Is Egg here? Our reservations are in half an hour.”

“He left,” Aemond says dryly, looking you in the eye, “Party at Sigma Tau. Guess he forgot about your little dinner.”

“Oh,” you mumble, “Okay, well I’m sure he didn’t mean to. He’s just forgetful sometimes.”

“Very forgetful,” Aemond supplies before speaking again, his voice a bit more gentle, “You don’t deserve to be treated like this, you know. Like you’re second best.”

“Egg doesn’t do that,” you protest weakly, though there’s no real conviction behind your words.

Aemond knows he’s struck a chord with you and decides to drive his point home, “Remember when he forgot your anniversary last year? Your birthday?”

“Stop,” you mumble quietly, “Aemy, don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean, I’m being honest,” he retorts sharply, “Maybe you should think about what I’m saying and reevaluate your relationship.” Aemond pauses before resting a hand on your shoulder, noticing how the way your lower lip trembles - fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry, “Look, I’m saying this as someone who cares about you, yeah? Just… Just think about it.”

You nod, “I know. I know you’re right. I’m gonna head home. Could you just tell Egg I stopped by?”

Aemond nods, pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, thinking to himself how perfect you feel pressed up against him like this, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck. This is how it was meant to be. He watches you walk down the hall to your own flat a few doors down, waving as you lock your door for the night.

When Aegon comes back, completely inebriated, barely able to stand on his feet, Aemond is tasked with helping his older brother to his bed. He lets out a huff of annoyance, his face set in a grim line as Aegon starts talking about you. He could just about strangle his brother. He wants nothing more than to punch him in the face.

“She’s so good to me,” Aegon rambles, “Always there for me.”

Then why aren’t you there for her? Aemond wants to ask. Aegon’s words do nothing to help the crush that Aemond has been harboring for years now, even before you started dating his brother. Jealousy consumes the younger Targaryen and he grits his teeth, his mind filled with thoughts of how it should be him holding you, him kissing you and making you feel good. He knows he could make you feel better than Aegon ever could, the drunken piece of shit.

“Such a good fucking kisser,” he says, falling into his bed, “Lips are so soft, so sweet, gods, I could just kiss her forever, you know? And don’t even ask about how it feels when she’s sucking my-”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Aemond snarls, “I don’t want to hear about your girlfriend sucking your dick, okay? I don’t care! I don’t give a fuck, Aegon!”

Aegon ignores his younger brother’s outburst and continues, “She looks so sweet and innocent but she’s just so fuckin’ kinky, you know what I mean? She’s secretly such a little freak and I love it.”

Now that… That captures Aemond’s attention. Aemond’s lips part in surprise and he listens silently as Aegon continues his rant.

“Get this, little bro, she even has a fucking mask kink. Such a freak. She asked if I’d get a Ghostface mask and gloves and a fuckin’ prop knife and sneak into her apartment. Isn’t that wild? She’s nuts.”

“W-What did you say?” Aemond asks, his mind filling with fantasies of donning that mask and having his way with you, “Say that again.”

Aegon repeats himself, already falling asleep, face buried in his pillow. And Aemond just stands there, frozen in place. You are literally the woman of his dreams. This little fantasy you expressed to Aegon is something he’s always wanted to do, something he himself has always fantasized about. A wicked idea takes root in his mind.

What if he stole Aegon’s Ghostface mask and made your fantasy a reality himself? He knows he’d do a better job at it than his oafish brother. Aegon doesn’t have a creative bone in his body. He wouldn’t be able to satisfy you the way Aemond would, bring your fantasy to life the way Aemond would.

He watches his brother lay there, snoring like a bear, and sees the Ghostface mask, gloves, and prop knife on his nightstand. A little smirk flashes across Aemond’s lips and he follows his instincts, grabbing them and resolving to claim you in the way you need and deserve.

Aemond stands outside your apartment, donning the Ghostface mask, the leather gloves, holding the knife in his hand. He takes a breath before grabbing the spare key to your flat out of his jean pocket, unlocking it quietly. He steps inside, completely silent as he starts walking through the apartment. He hears the shower running, and smirks to himself under the mask as he thinks about how vulnerable you are, naked in your shower and not suspecting a thing. He’s spent so long wishing he was Aegon, imagining it was him fucking you, that this is almost too much for him to bear. Aemond’s adrenaline is pumping the closer he gets to you, hearing you singing along to your shower playlist.

He gets closer and closer to your bathroom, opening the door, his hand trembling in anticipation. It’s steamy and fogged up to the point he can hardly see six inches in front of him. You must really enjoy hot showers, he muses. His heart beats out of his chest as he sees your silhouette behind the glass door of the shower. He watches as you rinse out your hair, your curves on full display for him, his pants growing uncomfortably tight as he weighs his options. He could just burst in there and surprise you, but he wants this to be perfect. So he steps back outside, watching as you grab a towel and wrap it around yourself before exiting the shower. He hides behind the door, waiting for you to enter your bedroom before following after you.

His breath catches in his throat as he watches you drop the towel and change into a pair of pink cotton panties with a little bow on the front and a matching tank top, no doubt ready to go to sleep for the night. For a moment, he just stares at you, frozen. You look so fucking perfect. Everything in him is dying to reach out and touch you. He watches as you get into your bed, laying back and grabbing your phone and scrolling through it. Aemond walks slowly to the side of your bed, admiring the strip of skin that’s visible between where your tank top ends and your panties start. He swallows thickly, just standing there and staring for a moment.

Then, a loose floorboard creaks, breaking the silence. Your head whips up and you see him, yelping slightly.

“Seven hells, Egg,” you say, clutching your chest, “You scared the shit out of me!” Aemond stares at you, watching the little smile that plays on your lips as you admire him, “I can’t believe you actually did it, you look so good…”

Aemond feels his face flush beneath the mask as he takes another step closer to you, standing over the side of your bed, tilting his head to the side as he stares at you. You move to sit on your knees, grinning up at him.

“Oh, no, Ghostface, what’re you doing?” you ask, feigning panic, “You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” You give him the cutest little pout, one that has him struggling to stop himself from palming at his hard-on over his jeans, “I wanna be in the sequel.”

He moves the knife to brush some of your hair off of your face, tracing the blade across your cheekbone, watching in admiration as you shiver ever so slightly, “No, baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I came for something else.”

His voice is lower than usual as he tries to disguise it, not wanting you to recognize him quite yet. You sigh dramatically, shaking your head as you continue playing along with the ruse, looking as if you’re really enjoying it.

“Oh, Ghostface, I can’t, I have a boyfriend…”

“He’s not here right now,” Aemond hums, dragging the knife down to your cleavage, then tracing it over one of your breasts, smirking to himself as your nipples begin to pebble as he moves the knife along them, “Now be quiet, baby, I’m in charge here.”

You bite your lip as he moves to tilt your chin up, his gloved hands caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch and Aemond smirks to himself. You’re so fucking responsive, he loves it.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, tracing your lower lip with a gloved finger.

You part your lips, closing them around his fingers when he pushes them into your mouth, gazing up at him through your lashes. Aemond lets out a low groan, barely able to hold himself together as you suck on his fingers. He nearly lets out a whine of protest as you move your mouth off of him and giggle to yourself. You move your hands to push up the fabric of his tee shirt, letting out a quiet gasp.

“Damn, babe, Have you been hitting the gym? You look amazing…” Aemond can barely move as he feels your soft hands tracing his abs, “I love it, you look so good.”

You let out a squeal of surprise as Aemond manhandles you, flipping you onto your stomach.

“Babe, I wanna see you…”

“No. I’m in charge here, remember?”

You nod, letting out a soft moan as he caresses the flesh of your thigh, fingers moving to the waistband of your panties, “Yes, Daddy…”

Aemond’s heart stops for a moment, his eye going wide. Never, in all the times he’s overheard you and Aegon, have you ever called him “Daddy”. And it sends a thrill through him. He removes your panties, admiring the exposed skin of your ass. His hands moved to squeeze at your plump flesh, a low groan escaping his lips. He lets his hand fly, spanking you hard on your ass, grinning at the way your flesh jiggles against the impact and the little whine you let out.

“Daddy… Stop teasing,” you whimper as he smacks you again, this time on the other cheek, running a hand over the abused flesh to soothe it.

“Don’t rush me, baby,” he murmurs, “Wanna make it good for you.”

“You’re so mean,” you grumble under your breath, feeling his gloved fingers tease your pussy, bucking your hips against him, chasing the feeling, but he just pulls them away.

Then, when you don’t expect it, he pushes two fingers inside of you. You let out a surprised little mewl as he moves his fingers in and out of you at a breakneck pace, the feeling of his gloves running against your sweet spot being almost too much to handle. It’s like you’re an addict and he’s the only way you can get your fix. He brings you closer and closer to the edge, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tight, but just as you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls away with a dark little chuckle.

You let out a pathetic little whine, glancing back at him over your shoulder, wiggling your ass ever so slightly as if to tempt him with a cheeky grin, “Please be nice to your baby girl, Daddy…”

Aemond is almost delirious with lust as he demands, “On your stomach, baby.”

You sigh and listen, grabbing your pillow, hearing the bed creak slightly as he climbs on it, pulling you up so that you’re balanced on all fours. Aemond tosses the gloves aside, his bare hands feeling your soft, smooth skin.

“Babe, your hands have gotten so rough,” you comment, shivering slightly, “It’s so sexy…”

He lets out a quiet laugh, removing the mask and placing it to the side with care, moving to press a kiss to your soft flesh, “You like it rough, baby? I’ll give you rough.”

You gasp as he grabs you and buries his tongue inside your cunt, a loud moan ripping from your lips as he laps at your folds eagerly, holding your thighs apart. You grab your pillow, desperate for some form of purchase as he fucks you with his tongue, dragging it along your folds, one of his hands moving up to tease your clit, rubbing at it agonizingly slow. Your cries of “Daddy, please” spur him on as he continues devouring you. Your entire body trembles in his grip, your sweet moans and mewls driving him to move even faster, circling your sensitive nub, his tongue dragging against your walls as you finally spill yourself on his tongue with a near scream.

Aemond doesn’t even give you a moment’s respite before burying his tongue in your ass, making you bury your face in your pillow as he moves his tongue along your puckered hole, pushing it inside, the sensation being altogether new and thrilling. He fucks you with his fingers as he continues to taste you in this exciting new way, your last orgasm leaving you sensitive to his touch, your second climax hitting you faster and harder than the first. You’ve never experienced this before, and gods, you want it again. It feels so wrong and yet so write at the same time as his tongue moves in and out of you, his fingers filling you up so perfectly as you spill yourself on them.

As you start to turn over, Aemond quickly grabs his mask, putting it back on just as you face him. He immediately makes quick work of your skimpy little tank top, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside. Aemond undoes his jeans, just enough to free his cock, already achingly hard for you, leaking precum from the tip. He gives it a few quick tugs before smacking his cockhead against your clit, loving the way you squirm away from him, only to go completely pliant in his grasp as he sheathes himself inside you.

“Daddy,” you whine, “You’re so big, oh my gods… Never felt like this before.”

Aemond knows he’s more well-endowed than Aegon, but hearing you whining his name, squeezing around his cock like this as you tell him how big he is? That’s something else entirely. He grabs the knife, holding it to your neck as he begins snapping his hips against yours, loving the sweet little noises of pleasure you make, the way your legs wrap around him.

“Daddy, feels so good…”

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, squeezing one of your tits, the knife still held to your neck, staring down at you through the mask, watching as your face twists in please, “You look so fucking pretty, all fucked out like this.”

You gaze up at him, dazed, lips parted as he continues slamming into you, over and over, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot just barely, making you cry out, “Fuck, Daddy, please, right there!”

He renews his ministrations, his thrusts growing faster, sloppier, deeper the closer he gets to his own end. He feels like everything in his life has been leading to this one moment, you laying beneath him, crying out for him, begging for him, your tits bouncing in time with your hips as he fucks you, leaving you a nearly incoherent mess.

“Gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he murmurs, moving his hand away from your breast to circle your clit once more, “Gonna soak my cock like a good little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” you nearly sob, tears pricking at your eyes, one escaping and trailing down your cheek.

Aemond wishes he wasn’t wearing this fucking mask so he could’ve licked it off of you.

His hips stutter slightly as you reach your peak, squeezing him impossibly tight as you reach your end with a cry of, “Yes, Daddy, fuck!”

Aemond reaches his own end, cumming deep inside of you with a low groan of your name, collapsing against you, his body weight feeling almost like a warm blanket as it envelops you. He gathers you into his arms, holding you tight, like he’s afraid all of this will end if he lets you go. You’re shivering, overstimulated, and so he quickly gets up, grabbing you a glass of water and a towel, wiping you off with care.

That’s when you say it, “I know it was you, Aemy.”

His eye goes wide as you grab the mask off his face, “I… I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be,” you say simply, “I knew all along. I… I wanted it.”

Aemond stares at you, pleasantly surprised, a smile spreading across his face as he leans in, brushing his nose against yours, “Yeah? You wanted me too, pretty girl?”

“Always did… I just said yes to Aegon because I figured you didn’t want me, Aemy,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his.

Aemond holds you close, pressing himself against you, “Fuck, sweet girl, you make it impossible for a man not to want you. Wanted you since the day I saw you.”

You giggle, feeling him mouth at your neck, biting down and leaving his marks against your skin, “You know, Egg doesn’t even have a daddy kink. That’s how I knew it was you. Also your,” you glance downward meaningfully before biting your lip, “Abs, you know.”

“Cheeky little minx,” Aemond growls, pushing you back down onto the mattress, “First thing we’re going to do after you break up with my brother is I’m going to teach you some fucking manners, baby girl.”

“You promise?” you smirk, pulling him in close, kissing his jaw, “I can live with that, Daddy.”

“Yeah, I know you can, little one,” Aemond chuckles, feeling himself growing hard against your thigh, already planning on claiming you again, “Don’t think we’re anywhere near done.”

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[ID: Two Wings of Fire dragons, Peril the SkyWing and Turtle the SeaWing. They are both sitting together on a blue background. Peril is bright orange with a yellow belly and softly glows yellow. She is looking over her shoulder to look quizzically at Turtle who is sitting to her right holding a marshmallow roasting stick near her back with a look of concentration on his face. His tongue is sticking out as he says 'Ok, this time it will work for sure!' On the ground below his feet are several burnt marshmallows smoking. Turtle is short, seaweed green with yellow accents, and plump. He wears a gold armband with sky fire on his right shoulder and a blue jade turtle earring on his left ear. /End]

Guess who finished a test and then finished this? Yep this guy did. A bit later than I wanted. But my favorite friendship is Turtle and Peril. Tall, awkward, lanky, terrifying trans lady befriends small, chubby, anxious, fish-smelling wizard child to go on a quest. I just love their interactions. And the fact that Turtle canonically has scales that are strong as diamonds/indestructible, that means they can give each other hugs. They definitely stay friends after the ends of the books. Maybe Turtle even helps her write scrolls about firescales so other firescale dragons have stories and experiences to draw from (Ruby totally makes it illegal to murder children based on a disability/gene mutation so there are going to be more mini Peril's running around and they deserve to have stories they can relate to).

I am trying to push my shapes a bit more. So lanky Peril and chubby Turtle. He's nice and round and she's a bit more pointy. I also switched up my Peril design a bit. Turtle is the same because I low key really like my design for him. But I saw a really cool theory about how Turtle should be Anemone's colors because he's the animus. So I might have to do a drawing of that. And maybe Anemone was 'standard' colors until she was cursed by Turtle. And then the magic starts forcibly changing her colors and pushing the other colors out.

#wings of fire #seawing wof #skywing wof #turtle wof #peril wof #firescales #but for real I love them both so much #It's no coincidence that two of my favorite characters are also my favorite friendship

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