#i need to see this damn dragon or i may cry

[hotcupofdragons]

 if I don’t see a flashback of when Balerion was alive at least ONCE during this show I may cause a riot. I want to see the monstrous beauty that was nicknamed the black dread 

#balerion #house of the dragon #hotd #viserys #Rhaenyra #daemon #balerion the black dread #i need to see this damn dragon or i may cry #ill still love the show regardless im just a hoe for dragons #vhagar #caraxes #syrax

[lis-likes-fics]

The Dragon's Wife

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x bride!Reader Word Count: 4k words Kink: Breeding Warnings: NSFW, noncon, dark content, fingering, p in v, slight cum eating, first time, humiliation, crying kink, biting, multiple force orgasms, forced breeding, creampie, A/N: Happy Kinktober, everyone! I think this may be the darkest thing I've ever written, in terms of this is my first noncon. If you catch any warning I missed, please let me know. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this and the rest of my prompts for kinktober! Find the main masterlist here. Also A/N: I had to respost this shit twice but Tumblr fucking sucks and is hiding it. I hate this website sometimes... Enjoy!

The large doors of Daemon's bed chambers shut behind you with a damning thud. Still wrapped in your wedding gown, the events of the night were still very fresh in your mind.

You were angry, outraged by the dishonor done upon you. Like some broodmare, your father gave you away to the Targaryen prince in need of a new wife after the last had passed "suspiciously".

It was humiliating, to say the least. You had produced no heirs for your house and "talked too much for your own good". Your father jumped at the chance to have this brute of a prince tame you. Perhaps you would be a "respectable lady".

But you would give neither of them the satisfaction.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at the door all night?" Daemon's voice spoke behind you, exhausted by you already.

You sighed. "Better than looking at you, dear husband."

You could hear his footsteps against the hard floors as he stepped closer to you. "Someone ought to teach you some respect."

You turned to face him so he could see the way you rolled your eyes. "Apparently, that's meant to be your job…seeing that I am now wed to you."

He gave you a hard look, his gaze dark and dangerous as his eyes rake up and down your body. A long silence filled the space between you as you stared one another down.

"Come here," he commanded, his tone stern but his voice quiet. yet

"No."

He tilted his head and a wicked smile took over his face. Amusement lit up within his eyes as a new goal took over him. He took a couple more steps toward you, stalking closer like some predator to its prey as he sized you up.

"Perhaps I will teach you some respect."

A chill ran down your spine, but you refused to stand down as you glared at him. He stood before you, raising a hand to touch your cheek. You smacked it away. "Don't touch me."

He breathed a laugh, looking you up and down. You moved to take a step back, to put more space between the two of you as an unsettling feeling settled into your skin.

But before you could lift your foot, his hand was wrapping firmly around your throat and pulling you close to him. You gasped out of shock, bringing your hands up to his own to pry it off of you as you stared wide-eyed at him.

"Such strong will you've got," he said, sighing deeply. "I wonder how easy it would be to break it." Your breath was shallow as you clenched your jaw. He hummed, moving his hand up in a harsh trail to your jaw, where his thumb and fingers dug into your flesh and made you hiss from the pain. "Your job is to produce my heirs, little cat, nothing more. You will do as I say."

You huffed. "I am not a whore."

"No," he said. "But you are my wife now…and you will breed if I say you will."

"I will not."

He laughed, a loud one deep in his chest as he pulled you closer by your neck. You were trembling in his grasp, the stubbornness turning to fear as his eyes trailed your face and stopped at your lips.

"You don't have a choice."

He shoved you away, and you stumbled to the ground. You stood quickly, trying to put more distance between you. But you had nowhere to go. You watched as he slowly advanced.

He backed you against the large table in his chambers, the wood digging uncomfortably into your back. He trapped you, grabbing roughly at your waist and regarding you with a primal grin.

"Wait," you begged, leaning back as you grabbed the table for support. "Wait, please. I'm sorry." He pulled back slightly, looking over you as he took in this new sense of fright. You swallowed thickly, staring at him as you trembled, tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sighed shakily. "Please don't."

You received no sympathy as a wolfish grin took his face. "Look at you," he teased, laughing again as his hand found your neck again. "Not as strong as I thought then."

His lips crashed down upon yours, a bruising kiss that had lips mashing with teeth, breaking skin and filling your mouth with the taste of blood. You tried to push him away, grabbing at his arms and peeling them off you only for him to grab you again in a rougher grip than before.

You whined against his lips, still trying and failing to push him away from you. He lifted your chin, his hot breath enveloping your neck as he bared his teeth, burying them in your throat and making you yelp.

You grabbed at his hand uselessly. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made your blood pump furiously beneath your skin. Desperate to remove him from you, you managed to shove him away with your foot. He stumbled backwards. You took no time to catch your breath as you turned to run. You didn't know where you were going, but you ran.

Daemon watched with an amused smirk, wiping his mouth and advancing toward you again. You hardly got far before his hand was hooking around your neck and pulling you right back against him, your back flush against his front as his hot mouth and breath lingered at your ear.

"I stand corrected," he purred, biting your earlobe.

You shuddered under his grasp. "Please," he watched a tear slip down your cheek. "Don't hurt me."

"Oh," he breathed, pressing his lips against the crook of your shoulder and savoring the way you closed your eyes and whined. "Where's the fun in that?"

He held your body against his own with a tight grasp around you, his arms wrapped around your body and over your arms as his hands roamed your figure hungrily.

It all happened so fast. And he was so uninterested before, you admit, you had become a little cocky with your words the more comfortable you became with your detest for him. You never expected anything like this to happen—although you probably should have.

His hands found the neckline of your dress, and with a monstrous tear, he ripped it down the middle until it pooled in rags around you. He removed each layer from you like some beast tearing the flesh from a quivering animal with its sharpened tooth.

And when you were bare, another rush of adrenaline filled your veins and built another fight in you, a fire that would soon be overcome by a larger, more furious one.

"Daemon, stop!" you shouted in false bravado, kicking your feet to get him away, only to feed his hunger for this enticing hunt you created.

His large hand groped your breast, and you clenched your eyes shut at the sensation of it. You were trapped, and you couldn't do anything about it as he walked you to the table and shoved you to lay on it. Your cheek pressed against the wood, and you could almost swear you felt splinters poking at your skin. But the wood was so smooth, you could have been imagining it.

He bent down, confining you once more as his lips and tongue and teeth clashed with the skin of the back of your neck, your shoulder, your back. He licked and sucked and bit until you were sure you'd be covered in bruises, the marks of his claim coloring your skin red and purple by morning.

"You taste magnificent, little cat," he purred before biting your earlobe once more. A cold tear ran down your cheek as you shuddered, and a dark chuckle slipped from his chest. "Such beautiful tears you've got. Like crystals."

You yelped as his hand smacked down on your ass, gripping the flesh immediately after in a vice grip that burned.

Your whole body jerked when you felt his fingers press between your thighs to feel your cunt, baring your teeth and biting back another whimper. "Oh, that's no good," he remorsed, acknowledging the lack of slickness between your thighs as his crude fingers continued to feel you. "We'll just have to fix that. You do not want to take this dry, I'll tell you that. Especially not when you're this tight. You've needed a good fucking, haven't you, little cat?"

You could hear the smirk on his voice, and it made your skin prickle, a chill running down your spine that soured and turned to fire in your belly when he shoved two fingers inside of you. You clenched around him and tried to hide your face away on the table.

"Daemon, please," you begged. "Please, please, please."

He thrust them deeper, exploring more of you as he listened to your stifled moans and cries. "I know, little thing. You don't want my fingers inside of you… you want my cock, don't you?"

You shivered as another cry shook you at that. He continued, "You do. I can see it. You want my hard cock inside of you, you need it." He shoved his fingers in deeper, adding a third that curled harshly inside you and allowed waves of arousal to coat his fingers. "You need my thick cock in your tight little cunt to fill you with my dragonborn sons and daughters."

He kept thrusting, his pace picking up faster and harder as he set a cruel rhythm. You couldn't help clenching around him, opposing the invasion as the searing pleasure tore through your body.

"You were so confident," he said, his voice suddenly right next to your ear, "until I got my hands on you. You were just begging for someone to put you in your place."

You gripped the edge of the table, wanting nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear, let the Stranger take you away from this cruel world and deliver you to sleep.

"Look at you," he snickered, pulling his hand from you with a sickening squelch. "Wetting my hands like a common whore. Perhaps you needed this more than I realized."

Your legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around your head to cover your face, to hide away from him. You startled when you felt his hand reach out and comb through your hair, starting from the beginning of your scalp and working his way back until he suddenly gripped a handful of your hair at the base and pulled. He made you look at him, you closed your eyes and whimpered at the pain.

"Open your eyes," he said calmly, staring at your face as you refused. His grip in your hair tightened as his voice lowered to a dangerous register as he nearly growled. "Open your eyes, little cat."

You followed his orders, afraid of the consequences otherwise. He watched another tear join the rest of them streaked along your cheeks, your eyes wet and pathetic as he fed off your misery. "Well, you needn't worry," he whispered, faux sympathy poisoning his tone. "I'll fuck you like you need to be fucked."

He yanked at your hair again, pulling you up to stand and ignoring the way you cried at the pain. He led you to the bed, letting you go with a small shove so you stood in front of it. He gestured to the bed. "On your knees."

You stood frozen, covering your body as you hung your head. You were shaking. He didn't care.

"On your knees."

You bit your trembling lip, moving slowly as you set your knee on the edge of the bed and slowly moving forward until you were sitting as he told you: on your knees, humiliated and cold.

He pressed his hand to your back, and the rest of his body followed to hold you as he harshly kissed the back of your shoulder again, more teeth than lips. Then he pushed you forward so you held yourself on your hands.

"Look at you," he remarked again, another chuckle echoing in his chest. "I shall make a bride of you yet."

You listened to him strip, taking his sweet time to remove every piece of clothing he had from his body and let it drop to the floor like sacks. You waited, hating the suspense. And you flinched when his hand found your dripping cunt, slipping through your lips and leaving just as quick.

There was a quite suckling sound, and then he spoke again. "Mm, you should taste yourself. Such sweet nectar."

His fingers prodded at your lips, you sealed them closed as you tried to move your face away, but he wasn't having it. He smeared your slickness all over your lips and down your chin and cupped your jaw with his cruel fingers. "Taste it."

You let out a choked sob as you slowly opened your mouth. His fingers invaded your mouth the same way they did your pussy, thrusting harshly in and out between your lips as you tasted yourself on them. You breathed heavily around his fingers as he pushed down on your tongue, spread them apart to make your tongue lick between them, adamant on making you lick every drop of your arousal off of his hand.

He finally removed his hand, and you could breathe again as you hung your head and gasped. You felt your blood run cold at the sound of wet skin on skin, a steady shlick making you clench, rejecting what you knew was coming, what you knew you couldn't fight.

You expected him to say something, to whisper in your ear to make you shiver, to taunt you as he fed off your humiliation and loathing.

Without warning, he shoved his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. It was much worse than if he had warned you beforehand. You'd found safety in his predictability, his need to tease you gave warning to what he intended to do when he intended to do it. He'd taken even that from you.

He groaned as he settled deeply within you. "Ondoso se gods…" he muttered under his breath, taking your hips and pulling you back as he ground inside of you. "Now I know why you were so eager," he breathed. "This is a virgin's cunt."

You gripped the sheets of the bed and clenched, wanting to force him out but unable to. He was bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you. He was carved by war, bled and seasoned by it. If you thought there was a chance you won this fight, you were dumber than he thought.

He pulled out of you, an agonizingly slow drag that emptied you out until he suddenly thrust back in with a harsh thrust. The pleasure burned. As his patience began to wear thin, he was rid of all his slow, tempered thrust and resolved to piston inside of you like a hungry beast.

His hips snapped into your ass with every thrust, in and out was his fast rhythm that split you apart on his cock. You gripped the sheets and squeezed his cock and cried as the ecstasy of his intrusion tore you apart.

You whimpered and moaned, unable to help the way your sobs left you as he grunted and groaned about how good he must be making you feel.

His hand snaked around your waist and between your thighs to find your clit, and he pressed down harshly as he moved to make you cum. The pleasure spasmed when he touched you and you hated it.

His relentless thrusts ached as he built you up. When you came, your whole body shattered and you cried out, your arms giving out as you fell forward into the bed and muffled your sob. Your thighs shook and it took far too long for the shocks of pleasure to simmer. You hated yourself for letting it feel so good.

A hand cracked down on your ass once more as he pulled you close again by the waist. "You fucking loved that, I could tell," he breathed. "You clenched around me so tight. Even now your cunt is sucking me in."

You pulled weakly at the bedsheets. "Daemon, please…"

"So sweet… begging for me like some cock-drunk whore," he smiled. "Oh, my little cat… I'm going to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, you'll feel me dripping out of you for days."

He pulled out of you, and you let out a breath. In the same breath, he flipped you onto your back and spread your legs wide with his calloused hands. You fought to close them, but to no avail—not to your surprise.

He spread you open and sunk into you once more, grasping your jaw with his hand shaped into claws as he made you look at him. He thrust into you, deep and fast, his breath almost like a groan in his chest. "Look at me," he ordered. You obeyed, albeit hesitantly, on the first command.

"Such obedience," he praised. "You love it when I fuck you like this? When I force open your legs and take what is mine?" You wanted to shake your head and throw your hands and shove him off, but you were trapped and already broken in enough. His free hand grabbed at your thigh and clawed into your flesh, tearing you apart like he was doing to you now.

"Of course, you do. I know you do," he continued. His hips continued to snap into yours, shoving deeper and rougher into you in a way that made it hard to contain moans that came from the sick pleasure curling within you, burning in your belly and fueling the tears in your eyes. But you were quieter than before, your sobs realizing they were getting you nowhere and accepting that this would be your life now. You could do nothing but lay there and take it as he fucked you, taking his pleasure from you like he would the spoils of war.

And he lasted too long. He held you down and kissed and bit and sucked and clawed at your flesh. He taunted and teased you, made you cum at least twice more with his insistent fingers as the pleasure seared in your belly like a corrosive flame ruining you from the inside out. You winced and whimpered and could do no more.

You didn't know how long you were there. It felt like forever, his relentless thrusts becoming numb to your sore body as you let him use you.

He sat up, pulling you into his lap as he fucked you in a newer, deeper angle. "I'm going to breed you now," he smirked, his strong hands keeping you close as he impaled you on his cock with a new determination. His white hair had fallen messily in his eyes by now, his lips pink and his eyes blown wide with lust.

"Would you like that? Would you like me to plant my seed in your quivering little cunt and make you an heir?" You stared up at him, your eyes tired as you watched him taunt you. Apparently, the question had not been rhetorical as his hand grips your jaw again and sets your head straight. "Answer me, little cat."

A war went off in your mind. If you said no, he'd likely to subject you to more horror, drag out the moment longer than he needed just to make you endure this torture a little while longer. If you came again, the shame would be so thick and so deep, you likely would not survive it.

But if you agreed to him, you would be admitting defeat. You would officially be his little plaything for him to use whenever he felt a little too pent up one moment or bored the next.

But another moment of this would bring more emotional turmoil than you have the heart for right now…

"Well?" he wondered, grinding his hips deep within you as he continued to claw your face, barely holding on enough as his head bowed with his thrusts. You whispered, but he just tilted his head to listen closer to your barely audible voice. "What?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

"Yes, what? What would you like, little cat?" he smiled wide, triumphant in his ability to break you so easily.

You swallowed thickly, your saliva like syrup at the embarrassment. "Yes, Prince Daemon… I want," a new, tiny sob choked out of you as the words stuck in your throat, "I want you to…to breed me."

The pride shone in his gaze like the sun, harsh and bright. "That's a very good girl, you are. I'm so very proud of you," he said as he kissed you roughly again. His hips began to snap harder into your once more, and you felt the unsteadiness of the rhythm, the desperation of the chase for his release hot in your belly.

And when he came, he pulled you down by his hips and pushed so deeply inside of you, it hurt. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, reaching his peak with a roar as he spilled his hot, fiery cum inside of your cunt and fucked it in to stay. You mewled and grabbed uncomfortably at his arms as you lay through the whole ordeal, hating his grabby hands and his thick, pulsing cock and his depraved sounds above you. The warmth filled you like tar.

He cursed under his breath in a language foreign to you. After grinding his hips for longer than he needed, he finally pulled out of you and put an end to your misery. You sighed in relief, laying back as he sat up and removed his heavy weight from your body.

He stared down at you, completely flustered and spent but well enough to tease some more. "Look at you," he shook his head. "Pathetic whore hungry for my cock."

You didn't look at him, turning your head to the side and laying there as he kept your legs open with his body between yours. He chuckled deep in his throat and smacked your side, earning little more than a near silent yelp.

You flinched when his hand found your cunt again, this time filled and smeared with both your cum and his. His long middle finger shoved inside of you and then back inside. With no warning, he placed his hand at your mouth. Another fight kicked through your veins, though noticeably less fueled than the last.

"Ah-ah," he tutted. "Open your mouth and see how well we taste together, little cat. If you don't, I have other things I can do with that little mouth of yours."

His threat was clear as day as you obeyed. Cracking your mouth open, he smeared your mixed release over your lips again and finally delved into your mouth to make you lick every single drop from his fingers. It was salty and sweet, and you hated it.

"Such a good, pathetic little girl, you are." He pulled his fingers from your mouth and sighed longingly. "Was that so hard?"

He shoved you off his lap, discarding you like trash as he stood to tidy himself once more. And once he finished, he blew out the remaining candles in the room and spared you not a single glance and not a single word more. He rolled over on the bed beside you and eased himself to sleep.

You lay there, staring at the sealing as the soreness in your limbs spread deeper and deeper until it reached your very soul. A heaviness took you, weighed down your heart until you were naught but a body on a bed next to a dark prince. A numbness ate away at your toes, at your fingertips, until the even numbness disappeared and was replaced by a terrible grief when the thoughts of the night flashed behind your eyes like a terrible dream.

And you began to sob. Softly, as not to wake Daemon and invoke him into another frenzy, you cried and hated the way it did not cleanse your soul. You belonged to him, his little wife, his little cat to prey on. You were just a dragon's whore now. Nothing more, nothing less.

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[meraxesmoon]

but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!

I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭

Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused

Gramps just senses when the reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in

Part 2 I want to see the reaction about the basted daughter of Daemons having balerion as dragon green and black reaction

This is so good, I love this little series so much!

Daemon, at first, is so damn proud of his baby! However, it also holds some bitterness for him, considering Balerion was his brother's dragon as well. I like to imagine while bastard! (Name) is a spitfire like her father. She'd most likely be a peaceful person much like her uncle Viserys. Of course, Daemon, being Daemon, would consider using Balerion to his advantage, but that pretty much goes to the wind once he realizes that Balerion has no interest in war anymore. That being said, I feel like Daemon would come to resent Balerion due to (Name) spending more time with her dragon rather than her family.

Rhaenyra thinks the world of her precious stepdaughter. The little girl is everything to Rhaenyra, and our queen just wants to be a mother to her. (Name) pushes her away quite a bit, but after bonding with Balerion, she needs someone to help her with dragon commands. (Name) wouldn't want to ask Daemon, so she goes to Rhaenyra and Luke the most. Rhaenyra loves spending time riding on their dragons together, and after a while, I feel like they would get closer. There's a certain admiration that Rhaenyra has for her sweet little stepdaughter, but she worries as well. She knows that dragons can be dangerous, and she's terrified of their sweet baby potentially getting hurt.

Jacaerys thinks that it's so cool! He's always wanted a little sister, so once Daemon brought (Name) home, they were all elated. Jace particularly takes a liking to her and looks after her the first couple of months that she stays on Dragonstone. They're very hard on (Name), considering she misses her mother and siblings, but Jace in intent on making her life a little bit happier. He's a positive influence on her, and I feel like she's probably relied on Jace quite a bit. Rhaenyra is very supportive of this and loves seeing her children get along with their new sister!

Lucerys and (Name) are the closest out of everyone in the family. I HC that Luke is extremely good at High Valyrian, so he tutors (Name) in the new language so she can communicate with Balerion freely. Due to this, they become very close, and (Name) is very open with Luke. As for her and Balerion, Lucerys finds Balerion absolutely terrifying. Of course, this doesn't stop him from accompanying his sister on dragon rides together, but he finds Balerion unsettling. When (Name) is made upset by Daemon, she always runs to Luke <3

Baela and Rhaena are very proud of their little sister, Baela, especially. I'd like to go into more detail about their dynamic with bastard! (Name), but basically, they both adore her to bits. Rhaena would be closer with their younger sister, and (Name) would take her on rides on Balerion. Since (Name) is relatively young, both Baela and Rhaena want her to be careful on her dragon, worrying that she may fly off of her saddle or something like that. I should mention that Baela would be the type to brag about their little sister to others, she's just so proud of (Name)! I love them sm.

Team Green, as a whole, finds the concept of Daemon's daughter being Balerion's new rider. Alicent doesn't want to mess around with this kind of power, and Aegon doesn't feel like being eaten alive so I think the war would probably be put on pause. Otto would probably send a spy to Dragonstone to see if (Name) could be brought to their side, but since she loves her siblings so much it isn't plausible. Aemond and Helaena both hold much admiration for (Name), considering how impressive Balerion is. She is a bastard, though, so I think Team Green would probably target her during the war if it went on.

"Bastard Blood Shed at War."

I HAD AN IDEA

BASTARD (NAME) AND DAERON !!!!

AWE

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[weaselle]

actually after adding this story to another post i got so mad i'm making it a separate post

when i was a kid in a musical production of Peter Pan I got a largish role which was awesome, but i was already self conscious about my voice and during rehearsals for one of the songs the director came up onto the stage squinting like he had a mouth full of lemon juice and stalked up and down in front of us until finally he zeroed in on me and had us all stop singing and then had just me alone sing a couple lines and nodded and said "yeah, you don't sing anymore, just mouth the words silently" and then told the kids on either side of me to sing a little louder to cover it...

and no amount of knowing logically that he was wrong for doing that has helped me overcome my fear of singing in front of people after that

and there have been some other times people (looking at you, mother) have said things to similar effect

the real hell of it is, i'm like... i have a lot of songs in me. i'm constantly writing original songs that i'm too afraid to sing for anyone

here are a few. they each have a specific melody.. I wish you could hear them

i don't feel like complainin' 'bout my life today and i ain't got a lot to brag about so i'm just usin' this music to keep movin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your show so look at life all over and it can be rough if gettin' is your goal you won't get enough but i got me and i'm free an' warm spinnin' and grinnin' in the eye of the storm

i don't need to be winnin' while i'm gamin' and i don't feel like a losin' man no winnin' or losin' i guess that leaves playin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your band

they say this race of rats is crazy it's dog eat dog they need a sheep to be a workhorse and go whole hog well i'm no genius most of the time but at least i can be nobody's fool but mine

at least i can be! nobody's fool but mine

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I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be living it before I let it past

(repeat)

Plan in command like a band with a marching tune, dooming our duo when you go embarking soon, damn I’m just glad that we had this hot interlude, hoping we’ll pause and not stop ‘cause I’m into you! checking the phone when alone for the text – that gives me this feeling I’m reeling I’m blessed – the sex is appealing for real but the rest of the sum of your parts makes my heart beat its chest

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving it before I let it past

(repeat)

a decade ago we met lost and were friends christened our roads and then crossed them again we played and we dated like it ain’t a thing but lately our hook-up is more than a fling the two of us truly unduly effected - direction of goals that we hold gonna wreck it but check it I’m with it I’m livin’ it reckless to be where you’re breathin’ is leavin’ me breathless

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving you before I let it past

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I went to bed lonely, found waking I’d only held dreams of you… In Dreamland I dwelt, but those feelings I felt still seem so true… I dreamt you still wanted me, that’s what’s still haunting me deep in my heart… though awake I believe in the many good reasons we’re keeping apart…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

I’m happy to see you, I knew that would be true our love never could end… I would swear an oath, this is best for us both and you’re still my good friend… but some nights my soul just doesn’t feel whole when I’m not by your side… so I add to and hold, all the jewels and the gold that I’ve already cried…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

So I’ll seek out adventure, eventually enter a time. when. I… leave this treasure heap, spread my wings and leap into the sky… I’ve dreams I believe in but please know that even when I. reach. them… I’ll visit these memories, loving and tenderly holding each gem..

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them…

these tears are my dragon’s hoard

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i wanna go off… i’ll go on the run- i wanna go big… go off like a gun they tell me come on just do as i’m told stop dreaming of hot find joy in this cold but i want the heat (oh yes) i want to feel warm! don’t want to repeat (this mess) don’t want to conform

still i pay my taxes i jump through the hoops it never relaxes: life lived in a loop

I want to go off… go off like a gun! a bright shooting star- as hot as the sun

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my best my best is what i give i never rest i never live but i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist is this a test what must i learn if this is hell oh well i’ll burn and use my body as a meal is this what godly beings feel?

so come the worst i’ll curse and taaaake it if i don’t try this life is waaaaasted I’ll struggle puzzled cold and naaaaaaked and hold to hope that i will maaaake it and if i don’t then may my bones out in the garden over-grown be turned into some little home for those as lost and as alone

the stars all wheel over head it’s always heal or be dead i must i know let go of dread and trust my questing steps instead

the day will play and i will daaaance it i’ll set my bet down and i’ll chaaaaance it with danger hurtful flirt romaaaaaaantic make my own wish, insist i graaaaant it

my best my best is what i give i never rest but do i live still i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist…

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i said i'm a tramp hobo and bum an' one mean son an' that's okay i said i'm a tramp i know but lovin' keeps on comin' my-y way

some times i'm just a drifter who's down on his luck but a smile from the Lady tips my own lips up!

down and out i ain't got nothin' but my laugh and my tough an' my-y name down and out my main skill bluffin' it's enough in thi-is game

my rhymes are just a whistle i'm hummin' along but with some help from the Lady i can sing this song!

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maybe i'll find a singer or some musicians to partner up with

#song #songs #song master list #poem #poetry #all songs are poems i guess

[atrwriting]

control -- aemond x highborn!fem!reader

ok a few NOTES because im feral 

1) i literally called the last chapter “chapter nine” when this is chapter nine everywhere i posted it and im too lazy to change it but im so embarrassed

2) this is slowly turning into a porn with plot story but honestly the world is bleak and if this brings me joy to write and this bring you joy to read so be it

3) this is barely edited we die like men

as always, warnings, because we don’t fuck around:  SMUT!, dubcon because no one can actually consent in this universe, anal, fingering, dirty talk, possessive aemond, aemond is a toxic fuck, talk of rape/assault/sexual harassment, domestic violence

and now, the actual chapter nine: 

when the prince had said you two were going for a ride, you thought he meant his dragon. to your surprise, he meant horseback.

“my wedding gift to you, wife,” he stated, holding the reins to a beautiful dark black mare.

the excitement of the sight before you took over as you sent your husband the biggest smile and immediately approached the mare. you had ridden before, sure, but you had never had your own horse like your brothers had. this horse, your horse, was soft to the touch, but you could feel her muscles ripple underneath her coat. she was sturdy, and you knew you would feel safe.

“thank you, husband,” you replied, grinning at him. “she’s beautiful.”

“don’t let her fool you, wife,” your husband warned. “i picked her because she has a fire in her eyes that rival yours.”

you smirked. “i see you enjoy many things under your palm that wield such flames, my prince.”

aemond smacked an open palm onto your clothed backside. you yelped before he pulled you in by the hip and slammed your mouths together. he shoved his tongue past your lips and danced with your own tongue. there was passion in each movement of his, but he was gone shortly after he began and left you feeling empty.

aemond, in turn, smacked the backside of your horse. she did not like it as much as you had when he had done it to you. aemond didn’t care, though, he just walked towards his own horse.

you, however, couldn’t help but stare as your horse flung herself back onto her back legs. she stood sturdy, and began to flail her front legs in the air as she let out a loud cry. the sun had caught her beautiful dark color as her hair flowed in the light breeze, and she came down back to the ground with a loud thump. she was silent then, save for a few frustrated grunts, but then she eyed you.

sizing you up.

“he can be big and mean, can’t he, girl?” you smiled, avoiding eye contact with your husband.

she whinied.

“you’ve handled worse, though, haven’t you?”

she said nothing.

you laughed. “i as well.”

you hopped on, and rode with your husband. there was nothing like the same wind flowing through your long brown locks like the ones that you had seen swoosh through your horse’s. she was sturdy, and road hard and as fast as she could. her strength tested yours, and it would be naive to claim it was easy to let her know you were a match made for her. you would have to earn her, and you knew she was right to treat you as such.

her ride was difficult as she swung you from side to side, and you heard aemond’s laughs over the galloping of the multiple hooves. he saw her rejecting you, and he was laughing at you for it. you sent him a sneer.

asshole.

you’d show him.

you took off then.

you found it easier to have her weight distributed evenly when she was galloping quicker and harder. your shoulders were tense and your thighs were tight around the saddle, a good foundation to fight on when you need to prove those around you wrong. you didn’t need to prove your enemies wrong, or anyone for that matter, but gods be damned if you would also let a creature such as the one beneath you believe that you were not a match for her.

you may not be able to show the men around you what exactly you were capable of, but at least you would know that your own strength would not be trifled with.

your focus was only the view before you, a path of dirt, greenery, and several trees before it had shifted. a glare of blinding white hair was beginning to sneak its way into your peripheral vision, but you paid it no mind. you tried to ignore it and focus on the beauty before you and the promise that it was for strength and freedom. that was until it had found its way past your peripheral, and into your direct line of sight… in front of you, only yards away.

you yanked on your mare’s reins. “my prince!”

the prince dropped from his horse and began to stomp towards you. he only had one eye, and therefore when it glared it should not have been as intimidating as if he had two, but gods be damned if it wasn’t the most threatening thing you had ever seen. what were you to do? nothing. he was your husband. he was not another woman. you had to address him. you had to respect him… if you wished to breathe.

you dismounted your house and held your chin up high.

he yanked you by the upper arm.

“how dare you!”

your brow furrowed. “how dare i?”

“granting you a horse was not a grant of pure freedom, wife,” he spat, eye wild. 

it was the first time you ever bared your teeth at your husband. you could not help the way no amount of oxygen in your lungs would suffice as the breath that left your lips was red and hot. pouring onto his face, you scorned him, because the man refused to give you any personal space as he forced himself so close your body.

“i have never asked you for a thing, but i have given you everything i could and more,” you spat. “and yet you spite me by believing that i would attempt to run away, with you next to me? do you think I am a fool?”

“i do,” he spat. “i fucking do, you insolent witch-“

“i would not leave you!” you snarled with wild eyes. “i am your wife!”

he wrenched you harder then. he tore you from whatever foundation you stood on before and forced you into his close proximity with his hot and heavy breath fanning across your face. his eye, consumed with emotion, was wild as it glared upon you. however, it was not filled with rage as you suspected… but fear.

“escape?” he spat in disbelief. “you think i fear your escape?”

you crunched your eyebrows in confusion at the man before you.

through gritted teeth, he spat once more, “i dare you to find a man that could make you feel more like a woman than I could, my lady wife. i find you absolutely insolent and irrevocably fucking small-minded because you ran from my protection!”

you did not answer. you could not find it in yourself to respond as you could not put your pretty finger on the true meaning of his words. when realization did not show on your face, that made your husband angry. so angry. so angry that the dragon before you flared his nostrils  and grabbed for your throat, wrenching you towards him.

“i lost my beloved boy, and you dare taunt me with the possibility that the one thing i have found even the smallest amount of peace, your company, will be taken by the same men that took my boy? how dare you?!”

your lips parted in realization as your eyes melted before him.

“don’t you fucking dare give me that fucking look, witch!”

you raised a small, shaking hand to cup the wrist that belonged to the hand that held your delicate, soft neck. his grip did not waver, but the side of his upper lip did quirk in anger. you shifted uncomfortably in his grasp, hoping to draw some space between his fingers.

“you’re hurting me, my prince,” you struggled to gasp out, reaching for his forearm. 

“i’m hurting you?” he asked sarcastically, slightly tightening his grip. 

“please,” you gasped once. 

“you resort to begging now?” again, his grip tightened. “how fucking pathetic.”

“my prince-“ you breath was running so short you could barely fight the cough that was threatening to squeeze through his grasp. “my prince, please-“ 

“do you think those men cared when my son begged for his life?” he asked, anger dripping from bud words. “do you think they would care if you would beg for your life?” 

tears were slipping from your eyes as you struggled in his grasp. your voice could no longer utter pleads for mercy, so your eyes did their best. however… there would be no mercy from him. 

“they wouldn’t!” he roared. “they’d cut off your head after they raped your barely breathing body! do you still wish to run from me, princess? aye? from the man that would tear out throats for his kin?” you were not only struggling to keep breathing, but now your wits about you. “for you, my sweet, fucking stupid wife?” 

you beat at his chest at this, but to no avail. 

“shall i show you, here, on the forest floor, what they might do to a pretty face and body like yours?” he spat. “my own brother would not be able to harm a weak body like this because those men would leave you unrecognizable for even wild animals like him.” 

he threw you to the ground then. your mare had kicked at the dirt, and moved towards your husband’s horse who was nibbling on a nearby bush. your husband wasted no time in barreling towards you, an expert at intimidation tactics it seemed. small gasps we’re leaving your lips as you tried to regain your breathe and prepare for more blows to your body and to your ego. 

“i know you feel it, too,” you gushed, as he bent down to hover over you. his knees were planted on either side of you, as were his hands on the sides of your head. 

he spat, “what nonsense are you speaking of, woman?” 

“how crushing the feeling of duty can feel,” you spoke. “to the point where you only see relief in small moments. like on vhagar.”

he clenched his jaw, but his eye did not soften. “duty? what duty do you feel the need to flee from, wife?” 

“i am not fleeing your side, that i am certain of,” you spat. “however, it is crushing to be a woman at times. i receive tastes of strength and vitality that men beneath me are welcome to. i enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline while riding the mare because i was not a small woman, but someone with focus and speed.” 

he lifted his chin at you then, staring down at you from his nose. 

“you are not the only one that has found peace in this union.” you reached up to cup one side of his jaw in your hands, letting a thumb ghost over his cheekbone. “i was not running from you. i wanted us to ride together.” 

his voice was low as he spoke, still eyeing you. “admit it was wrong to wrong from my side.” 

you laughed at that. “please. you could find a new wife if i was cast down.” 

he smacked your hand away at that. he grabbed your wrist in one hand and held it between the two of you. he bared his teeth, like the animal he was, standing over his prey, and you sucked in a sharp breath at this action. “you infuriate me, do you know that?” he seethed. “i have held your company for almost a moon cycle’s time and you make it your duty to find a way to settle under my skin with an unpredictable action. you can play the part in public, but in private, hmm? you curse me, threaten me, fight and ride better than some men and all women i know, and now flee? without realizing the distress it may cause? and then scoff at me, as you lay defenseless on the floor of the forest?” 

he stood then, leaving you on the ground. your husband’s height loomed over you as he blocked the sun’s rays from above. he spat, “find your own way back then. or don’t.” 

he was quick to stand up and begin his walk from you, but you were quicker. you whirled around him to stop him in his tracks. standing before him, you grabbed both of his sleeves to hold him in place. not that it would do much good — if aemond targaryen wanted to move you, he’d just fucking move you. but he stayed in place.

“i could find my way back with little issue, my prince,” you stated. this wasn’t to say you were an excellent tracker, you just noticed he basically took you in a straight line from the castle stables and into the woods. “but i would rather do it at your side, like how i wished we could have rode hard and fast together.” 

he pushed out a huff from his nostrils. “you took off like a wild animal.” he sucked his teeth. “you are supposed to be a princess.” 

you raised an eyebrow at him. “obedient women do not satisfy you, husband. this i know.” 

“this you know?” he remarked. “how do you know i don’t have a thousand women sucking my cock, or bent over tables, when you’re too preoccupied in that little head of yours, hmm?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “because you would find more pleasure in your brother’s company if that were true.” he pulled his wrists from you and stepped closer. before he could respond, you kept going. “and i find pleasure in your company because i think you are a good companion, husband,” you gushed, pleading with your eyes and your words. “i meant it when i said you are not the only one who has known peace from our marriage. i… i was so afraid of the idea of you… but then i met you…” 

he laughed, loud and dark. “you were worried the kinslayer would rip you in two, aye?” 

it was the first time you two had ever spoken of it that plainly. you tried to find the words, but it was so hard to think about something that traumatic happening at the hands of your husband. he glared at you, but his eyes awaited a response. when you had no words to say, only a stupid looking open-mouth and watery eyes, the prince almost turned to leave. you grasped his arm once more, and pulled him towards you. 

“stop walking from me!” you attempted to seethe, but it came out more as a cry. “i waited until i had spent enough time with you to drum up my own conclusion of what i think of you, and while you can be a royal asshole, i like being your wife, aemond! please, please don’t walk away…” 

“and yet you run from me,” he remarked with little hesitation, and no concern for your pleading. 

“you’re the only person who’s ever given me agency, aemond,” you replied. “i am an outsider, and yet you gave me responsibility, a dagger, a mare… i wouldn’t run from you. not every woman is like your half-sister and believes that they can just-just… make their own way, as if they wouldn’t need permission from a man to do so.” 

he narrowed his eyes at your statement then. “a woman as insolent as yourself does not believe a woman should rule?” 

you scrunched your eyebrows at him. “husband — i have never believed rhaenyra targaryen should rule.” 

there it was. the truth. the first time you had ever been asked your honest opinion about the subject matter by someone who genuinely wanted to know what you would say. 

“why is that?” he asked, evil playing from his tongue. “she should be your hero.” 

you scoffed before you eyed him. “you know it is not fitting of a woman of my station to speak ill of a member of the royal family.” 

“you husband is asking you why,” he spat. “your lord husband, the prince, is asking you why. answer me.” 

you hesitated as you stared at him. dragon fire danced in his pupil, and you weren’t sure if it was safe to bait him. “her bastards and her lovers are of no consequence to me, husband. i could not care less.” 

he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped closer. “tread carefully when i ask you why, wife. now elaborate.” 

you huffed. “my father used to tell me stories of when he was asked to sponsor her betrothal tours, nameday celebrations… i found her actions prideful. she is prideful, husband, but lacks the intelligence needed not to hurt herself and the ones she loves when she is acting selfishly.” 

aemond let out a hardy laugh at that. “that pride was what caused the riff between her children and i.” 

you looked away from his face at that and hit your lip. what were you supposed to say? oh, is that why you killed your nephew? instead, you ventured, “i suppose that means they were not very nice to you as children.” 

“boys cannot be blamed for the sins of their parents.” he thickly swallowed. “however, the sins they commit as men are their own. i am no exception.” 

you could not tear your eyes away from his then. with your brow furrowed, you searched his face for the correct response to his heavy statement. while he held your gaze, he was not concentrated on the fact that you were struggling to figure out what to say. no… he was tossing and turning words of his own on his tongue. 

“i was wrong to believe that i could completely control and wield the power and strength of a being like vhagar,” he stated. “my mistake has lead to so many losses for my family. for me.” 

“how did it…” you began. “how did… you find each other that day?” 

he swallowed. “i was… i was pledging a betrothal to unite our house with the baratheon’s. i was to marry one of his daughters in exchange for their support. the young prince, lucerys had ventured to lord borros as well. however, he came empty handed-“ 

you laughed at that. you couldn’t help it. aemond raised an eyebrow at your interruption. “the black pride,” you laughed. “asking for the support with nothing to offer? husband, i beg of you — do not jest — they must have tried to offer something —“ 

“i do no such thing, wife,” your husband stated, no humor in his tone. 

“my prince,” you began. “you honestly believe that it was your fault?” 

he narrowed his eye at you, not amused in the slightest. he looked ready to pounce, but you would not give him the chance. 

“gods damn me to each of the seven hells if you dare insult me by believing that you are solely at fault for that,” you spat. “rhaenyra targaryen sent her young son, with no protector, empty handed when she is asking for support? from a high lord, that your family would be asking for as well? husband — vhagar may have been the killing strike, but rhaenyra targaryen’s pride is the reason her son is dead.” 

the attempt was meant to quell whatever guilt he felt, presumably for having a hand in killing his son, but it did not appear to provide comfort to aemond. in fact, he raised his chin at you and looked down his nose at you. you had to act quick. 

“that’s why i do not support her claim as queen,” you stated. “she’s a fucking idiot.” 

your husband allowed a small smirk to tug at the corners of his mouth. “what do you think about a woman ruling on the iron throne?” 

now that was a question. you pondered your many possible answers as there was no doubt your words would have an effect on aemond. you wrestled with the idea of stating what he possibly wanted to hear, or an answer that his family would find fitting, but in the end you decided on the truth. “i was not raised to be a member of the royal family, husband, so i am not sure i am fit to speak on such matters,” you began, “but if i were to give my honest answer, i would have to say i admire women like visenya targaryen. a conqueror and protector in her own right, and for that she earned the title as queen, in my opinion.” 

“would your answer have anything to do with the fact that i ride her mighty dragon, lady wife?” he smiled devilishly. “is this your attempt at bootlicking? i enjoy you low on your knees, wife, but not as pathetically as that.” 

you narrowed your eyes at him as a smirk played at your lips. “i prefer riding leathers to dresses, daggers to knitting needles, and i much rather be on my knees for my dearest husband rather than listen to you insult me. however, if you’re just going to insult me--” you began to walk towards your horse. “i guess i’ll take my leave--”

he grasped your wrist and spun you to face him. with both hands on your upper body, the prince pressed your back into a nearby tree. you sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his face, clutching at his elbows with your shaking hands. 

“a simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, aemond,” you huffed. 

he pressed you harder into the tree. you winced before realizing it was your cue to shut your mouth. you were ready to fight back, but you obliged. you glanced back at your husband and waited for him to respond. 

“the next time you threaten to walk away from me, i will send you back to your father,” he mused. before you could retort, he continued, “you are the smallest glimmer of peace i have seen in some years, but the headaches you cause me distract me. you are my wife, but i am a prince.” 

“i do not feel at peace when you ask for timidity from me when we are in private,” you spoke. “i have proven i can take care of myself, husband. i promise i will not stray far from you, but i refuse to let you believe i need to be attached at your hip like a babe. you will drive yourself mad believing that will provide you peace, or what you think you really want... control.” 

“do not presume--” 

“husband,” you spoke softly, reaching to hold the side of his face. “let me show you peace. let me be your peace in the small moments like this we have together.” 

you suddenly palmed your husband through his leathers.  

while you did want to please him, part of you also wanted to distract him from being so cross with you. sexually manipulation did not make you a good person, but good people rarely lived. you wanted to survive. 

you made quick work at his breeches. you went to drop to your knees, but your husband had other plans. he pushed your front against the same tree as before and pressed his chest to your back. after ripping the fabric from your body, aemond shoved his entire length into your cunt. 

you gasped in pain as you attempted to grab at the bark to steady yourself. you were not prepared for his size. aemond snaked an arm around your neck, placing your throat in a loose headlock. with the side of his face pressed to yours, he began his murder with words. 

“i am the prince aemond targaryen, rider of the great and mighty vhagar, and father to the rightful heir of the throne, and the last thing that will make me forget that is your pathetic tongue, you witch,” he growled in your ear. “i do have control over you, but not because i have taken it -- because you willfully give it to me, lady wife.” 

his fingertips found your clit. he rubbed rigorous circles onto the sensitive bud as tears began to leak from your eyes. aemond nibbled at the skin of your jaw as he fucked into your cunt relentlessly. the bark of the tree was scraping your skin, but there was nothing in the world that felt better than aemond playing with your sensitive cunt. 

“i hate you,” you cried. “fuck, it feels so good...” 

“go on,” he urged. “give in, wife. admit it was wrong to leave my side, and i’ll fuck an heir into this cunt.” 

“i won’t...” you whined. “i hate you so--”

the prince laughed in your ear. “i beg to differ, wife. the walls of your cunt are clenching around my cock. it seems you want my heir more than I do.” 

“fuck you, aemond,” you spat helplessly, hips already beginning to stir. you tried to fight the overwhelming sense of pleasure, but it was already causing your muscles to tighten in the lower half of your body. “i fucking hate you...”

he ripped his fingers from your clit and began to fuck your cunt in a shallow manner. you began to push back against his hips, hoping to draw more from him, but he wouldn’t give in. you began to reach for his hips to pull you closer, but he held you against the tree. you cried out in frustration. 

“i consider myself merciful, wife, but not today,” he snickered in your ear. “such unbecoming words you have thrown at me...” 

the prince slipped his cock from your folds. you could not see from your spot against the tree, but you could hear the the delicious sounds of your husband stroking his wet cock that was soaked with your juices. as a reflex, your hand found its way between your legs and began to rub circles on your sensitive nub. 

a hard smack came down on the flesh of your ass. 

“ungrateful, taking whatever you please,” he spoke, now holding one ass cheek in each of his hands. grasping at the flesh and pushing to either side, you were fully exposed to him now. you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt a warm, wet thumb prod at your asshole. “i might as well follow your example, wife.” 

“aemond,” you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. 

he spat on his thumb once more, and began to fuck your hole with it. the sensation put your nerves on high alert, so intense it was difficult to decipher whether it was painful or pleasurable. 

“so tight for me,” he groaned. “are you going to stop me?” 

“n-no...” you whined once more. “i want... to feel you there.” 

you could feel the tip of his cock poke at your entrance before he began to slide it in ever so slowly. your hole was tighter than your cunt, and had seen even less preparation. every nerve in the lower half of your body was jumping at the sensation of aemond and his large cock, but you didn’t want it to stop. you were hurt, mentally and physically, but this new pain felt so good. so, so good. especially when aemond replaced his fingers with your own. 

“i hate to waste my seed, but to make you cum and have your walls clench around nothing is what i want. i want you to hate the feeling of being empty without me,” he spat. “I want you to feel worse than i did when i thought you left.” 

you whimpered at his words. his fingers were slipping back and forth between your nub and dripping cunt, rubbing the juices all over your clit that created the most delicious combination of friction and pleasure. 

“and i want to make you cry out like a whore when i make you cum from my cock so deep inside your ass,” he groaned. “can you do that for me, doll? can you be a good princess for your prince?”

“anything,” you pathetically whimpered. “i’ll do anything, aemond, just make me feel good...” 

he groaned at your words. “i always win, doll.” 

he was true to his word. aemond targaryen was not merciful. 

everything was more sensitive when aemond had collected your juices from your lonely cunt and used them to lubricate the intense motions he drew on your cunt. the bark scratched against the skin of your face, neck, and palms, but nothing was rougher than the way that aemond’s calloused fingers forced you to take every bit of their pleasure they could offer. 

“fuck, aemond, i’m going... i’m going...” 

“go on,” he grunted, slamming his hips into yours. you could feel his cock in your guts, twitching with every thrust. “give it to me. that’s it, pretty. give in to me.” 

“fuck, fuck, fuck...!” 

he was right. you could feel it. 

warmth had spread throughout the lower half of your body and your mind was sent reeling, yes, and tears had sprung from your eyes from how intense it felt to have so much pain mixed with pleasure, yes, but you never thought aemond would be right about how painful it was to feel your cunt clench around nothing but its own walls. your pussy throbbed continuously with nothing inside of it, forcing a whimper to leave your lips. 

“i will take all of you, as you have taken all of me,” aemond seethed before spilling his hot seed into you. 

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this is so dirty im ashamed ... don’t ever let me out of the house again

- A

#Aegon Targaryen #aemond fic #Aemond x Reader #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond imagine #hotd aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader

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Hydro archon, hydro archon, don't cry

Fandom: Genshin impact Characters: Neuvillette, furina Theme: Angst, relief, 4.2 spoilers

Hydro archon, hydro archon, don’t cry

There was a children’s story in Fontaine that when it starts to rain, the hydro dragon is weeping. Therefore, people would say, “hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” Yet none consoles their dear archon that sheds a tear.

Perhaps it was fate that her suffering was her own, despite her sacrifice, she bleeds where she bore the weight of sins not her own, of lives she is not held accountable… but partly, she knows she is. All according to plan by her divine self. Thus, she feels half as responsible for people’s suffering.

But what o’ can a little mortal do? Powerless against divinity and fate having only but a mere human case?

And so she weeps, and she weeps, until tears roll to rivers. Her sorrows and madness trapped chasing each other’s tails in an empty room echoing around her.

Who is she now if she is not the hydro archon?

Who is she now if she no longer has a role to play?

Who is she now if she no longer needed?

Please tell me… who am I?

A mask that sews itself to her face, if unsewn, would leave its mark of holes that will never be undone having to bury its needles and threads for centuries on the skin. The mask—the role has become her, and she is it. It gave her purpose—to be as fit and perfect the mask sits on her face, but at the same, hide every flaw of her underneath it.

No holes, no cracks, no breaks.

A lone tear rippled the girl on the water. A distorted image of her reflection, a visage of superficial anatomy yet she thinks it fits her all the same.

“Is that the hydro archon?” A child voice gushed. She flinched, instantly pulling the mask on seamlessly like she had honed for centuries. No holes, no cracks, no breaks— no. It wasn’t like she was any other else. She is Focalor, the hydro archon.

Pfft, who else could she have been?

“Wait, Hydro Archon, are you crying?”

She burst out to haughty laughter. “Crying? Me, crying?” She cried out ridiculously, a hand over her stomach.  “What a wild imagination! Oh I even shed a tear! No mundane things can ever make an archon worry. Hmph, what such a bold allegation, child! You should know that it’s a crime to assume things about an archon! Are you ready to face the consequences in court?”

“Uhm…” The child tilted his head in confusion. “What’s making you sad, hydro archon?”

Furina made an offended face. “As I’ve told you, I am not sad!” But her features softened once she saw him frightened. “I just…” Her unspoken thoughts hung in the air as her gaze drifted. Every ounce of strength left in her drained as everything all seems to be for naught.

In a small soft voice, the child mustered, “Hydro archon, hydro archon, don’t cry…”

How could she cry? She’s not the hydro archon anymore…

“If there’s anything troubling you, feel free to come and visit. All of your needs will be taken care of and though I lack understanding of emotions, I will do my utmost best to see what there is to be done.” She remembered him say. Such a concise reply, she expects nothing more from their renowned chief justice.

Yet she gave out only an exasperated sigh. “No need to trouble yourself.  I can handle my own. I wouldn’t come to you for any of those anyway, don’t worry. We both know those aren’t your strong suit.” He may look unfazed but she knew his silence wasn’t. She had known him for centuries after all.

Although she already had her back turn on him, he still insisted. “I will be here if you need anything…” But she never looked back.

Yet after all those reassuring resolves, she finds herself yet again in front of the damned building that brought her so many bad memories. With her own two feet. What it is that she wanted? What is it that she wants to speak of him?

She had no clue. She doesn’t even know what to tell him when she sees him.

She found her steps faltering as clouds dimmed the sky. It seems that it’s about to rain… What could have made him feel as such? She wonders.

“Furina…?” The disbelief in his voice.

Did he go out? How was she not informed?! What now? Out of all the timings… it just had to be this. How unfortunate she is.

“Oh, uhm! I didn’t know you were out, ha-ha…” She didn’t expect her voice to come out so meekly but she detests it.

“What is it that’s troubling you?” He took steps closer that made Furina panic.

“N-nothing! Nothing’s troubling me! How on teyvat did you even come to such conclusion?” she faked a laugh but she knew there wouldn’t be fooling this person no matter much of a professional she may be. It worked for five-hundred years before but not now—not this.

“I can sense the water’s woes.”

Never in Furina’s life had she ever felt this small next to someone, always sitting up in the high chairs—she is the one who looks down on everyone—yet now, she does. Neuvillette waited for her to speak but her throat tightened around the words until only silence hangs in the air while the rain drowns everything around them.

And it was just the two of them.

She tore her gaze away. “Nothing’s wrong…”

“Furina…” She turned. “Furina, you can cry…”

Because the rain will hide it away, and only he will know.

#writing #genshin #genshin impact #creative writing #furina #neuvillette #fontaine #whos cutting onions not me you are #these two #I need more of them #not sure if this counts but #neuvifuri #i guess #people kept saying don't cry hydro dragon but what about the hydro archon #we must protect furina at all cost #hydro dragon hydro dragon don't cry #but then #furina furina you can cry #is just

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Howdy once again! Are you still up for Yandere One Piece? I was wondering how Smoothie, Amande, and Galette would react to seeing the mark/tattoo of the Celestial Dragons on their fem darling for the first time. Like the darling was very guarded of their back and refused to undress when someone was nearby. Pretty much the darling did everything to avoid it being seen. If you aren't up for this or it's not your thing then thank you regardless and have a wonderful day alright?

You know I'm always up for some yandere content of my favourite fam.

VENGEANCE SHALL BE MINE

🍹It probably was an accident, she didn't know you were changing when she entered your room. Although, she understood why you were so reticent to let her see your back. It was probably your gasp and trembling form that brought her back from the spiral she went in. You were frightened, but let her be damned if she was going to blame you.

🍹If you want to change back in peace without her she will absolutely understand,but if you think it's time to tell her the story let it be so. She won't pry into a tragic past. She knew the mark, but hearing you tell her the story behind that, and why you felt the need to hide it made her visibly upset. Anger couldn't begin to cover what she was feeling.

🍹If you feel comfortable,she would like to hug you tight, and hide you in her embrace forever. You probably felt better knowing she accepted that part of you, and you felt comforted. She promised you vengeance,but all you needed at the moment was peace and some comfort. It was in the past, true, but if it so happened that a wandering celestial dragon stumbled upon Tottoland...I'm sure Mama wasn't going to object to her...welcome. She swore to protect you, and she will do just so. Trust her

⚔️ Her silence probably put you even more on edge. You would have taken anything, even disgust, but not her silence. It was deadlier than any sea king you knew. "A-Amande..." ,but still the Ice Queen said nothing. Her body seemingly frozen in time. Temperature dropped. You could feel your heart thumping. "They did something... unforgivable. I know you may not care for vengeance,but I promise you, darling. Nothing shall happen to you anymore"

⚔️ You would have been even more scared, had she not said anything. But being accepted was more than enough, but being brought into one of her hugs was even better. She asked if you wanted to change alone, and whatever your answer would have been, she would have respected it. In her eyes, you were one of the few strong people she recognized. And to take that step forward in her eyes meant trust.

⚔️ Much like her big sister, if any celestial dragon enters the land, she will probably kill them and make it look like an accident. No one touched what was effectively hers, that was a grave crime. But to even distress you so much to have the need to hide it, no that was something that could not be neither forgiven not forgotten. Mama will understand, she always did.

🫓 You felt bold in that moment, what could possibly go wrong, you thought. Well...she was on the verge of an hysterical breakdown. You felt... ashamed. You thought she was feeling like this because of your past. But you didn't expect her to drape her coat on you and hug you so tight, your ribs protested. You realized in that moment why she felt like that.

🫓 "My sweet sweet love. What have they done to you?", her rocking back and forth somewhat soothed your inner turmoil. Bits by bits you told her why such...mark was bestowed upon you. If you didn't know any better you would have mistaken her shaking for crying. No, no, she was disappointed, in herself and angry at the same time. She should have noticed. She should have done more.

🫓 "My sweet love, don't worry. In my eyes you are and have always been perfect. I'll make sure no one comes and disturb you anymore. I promise you", kisses on your cheeks were inevitable with her. But this time they meant more. She may not have the strength of her siblings, but she's sure that if she asked, they would all help without questions. Of course they would. No one harms a Charlotte and lives to tell the tale.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #yandere Charlotte family

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic | Alicent Hightower

Five

Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!oc

Their fathers sworn enemies, Viserra and Alicent should never have been as close as they were, yet it was a connection neither could fight. What began as an innocent girlhood companionship becomes something scandalous, with the bastard daughter of Daemon Targaryen showing her true colours. As the dance begins she finds herself torn between her loyalty to her house and her love for her father. Yet neither hold a candle to her forbidden love for the new queen, a love which threatens to destroy them both.

Word count : 4.9k

A/N: okay here we go, steadily moving through the first half of the series



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Almost a year has passed since I left Kings Landing, and now it appears I may never return.

Laena is by my side at Driftmark as I overhear my father threatening the maesters outside my door, the fever is taking hold, and I wish I could say I'm not afraid, but I am.

Who knew all it could take to bring down a dragon rider is an ambush upon landing, Darkfyre burned every last one of them but not before they'd managed to put an already bloody knife in my gut and leave me for dead. It was not the blood loss that nearly took me, no, it was the infection as the maesters have deemed it. The skin around the wound agony to touch, as if it's eating away at itself. But the fever- it's the fever that's truly taking hold.

"What do you mean you can't fucking help her!" I hear my father raging and Laena holds my hand tight as Corlys intervenes.

"My maesters can only do so much- she needs the kings maesters. They've treated these wounds on him have they not?"

"His are from the damn throne not from battle," father argues as if it makes a difference and he storms into the room, followed by Colrys. "You are not dying on my watch!"

Never in my life have I seen him so maddened, utterly senseless, but Corlys is right. I need my uncle's maesters. He looks at me, at the festering wound and the sickly shade of my skin, we both know I am dying. 

For my sake he puts aside his spite towards his brother. "Corlys have a ship bring her directly to Kings Landing."

"No, it will take too long," I grit out. "Put me on Darkfyre and we'll make it."

"She's right Daemon," Corlys says. "She has mere days at best, we can't afford to put her at sea."

"You," my father begins with a finger pointed at me. "Are not flying on dragon back in this state. I will take you."

"You're exiled remember?" I remind him and Laena helps me as I attempt to drag myself out of bed. "I'll be damned if I can't fly my own fucking dragon!"

"Viserra," my father warns. "Don't you dare disobey me."

"I'll do as I wish," I mutter, holding on to the wall as I hobble across the room. "I'll be damned if I don't fly on dragonback one last time."

"Fucking hell," he snaps and marches past me to ready Caraxes, and perhaps it's pure spite that keeps me standing as I find my way to the shore, Corlys electing not to order his guards to keep me here as I come to find to Darkfyre who nests on a separate side of the island to Caraxes.

"Darkfyre!" I yell and she hears my call, coming to me and I grip onto the ropes of her saddle, she lays down to make it easier for me as I pull myself up and into the saddle. "Soves."

She lifts off and I hold on, knowing she'd never let me fall and somehow I know she knows where to take me. I look down, my father no doubt raging as I leave but I refuse to die so easily, and if I must it will be on my own terms, not in a damned bed drunk on milk of the poppy.

The journey is a blur, my vision darkening by the moment and only vaguely aware of her beneath me until I see Kings Landing beneath us.

Darkfyre lands at the entrance of the keep and as I go to take a step down the rope ladder my body meets stone and I cry out, laying there in agony as heavy boots rush towards me, the blood in my mouth a bitter reminder I'm still alive.

"By gods it's Lady Viserra!"

Vaguely I recognise the voice of Ser Harrold and I'm lifted up off the ground, my feet dangling in the air and there's movement beneath me, feeling as if I'm on dragonback but my blurred vision takes in the ceilings of the Red Keep.

"Take her to the grand maester now and get the king!" "Uncle," I murmur vaguely and my mind even in its half conscious state goes to her. "Alicent."

It's as I'm carried up a flight of stairs and laid down on sheets I see it's Ser Criston who's carried me.

"My lady-"

"Alicent," I breathe out hoarsely as I'm surrounded by strangers. "I need Alicent."

"Her grace is in bed-"

"Then fucking wake her!" I yell out as the infected flesh of my abdomen is prodded and I'm screaming out bloody murder for her "Alicent!"

"Pin her down!" the lord commander yells and I fight as they go to do just that.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I scream. "Alicent! Rhaenyra!"

I hear light feet run in and through my blurred vision see a blond head come to my side. "Viserra-"

"Get them off of me!" I scream out, fighting the hands that try to hold me down. 

"Her fever is advanced, we'll need nightshade to subdue her."

Rhaenyra holds my hand tight, almost forcing it down.

"Where's Alicent?" I demand to know, needing her. "I need Alicent."

Even through the tears I see the look of hurt and confusion in her eyes at those words. "She- Ser Criston get the queen!"

"I'm here!" I sit up despite the pain at those words, my head whipping around towards the door to see her rush in clutching a large stomach. "Viserra!" She comes to my side, getting down on her knees, and looking at me with horror "Viserra..."

"I couldn't die without seeing you," I whisper to her, not caring for the people surrounding us. "I couldn't die without you."

"Die?" she repeats back to me and looks to the grand Maester. "What-what's happened to her?"

"Your grace you should not be here in this condition," he scolds and I grasp her hand tight, if they want to tear her from me they'll have to kill me. "The babe-"

"What is this!" A voice bellows and the room falls utterly silent as Viserys marches in and he goes pale at the sight of me. "Seven hells-"

"Is Daemon with you?" Rhaenyra asks and even half dead I can't help how my eyes roll into the back of my head. "Viserra-

"I came on Darkfyre," I breathe, grasping Alicent's hand, the only thing keeping me from falling into unconsciousness. "The maesters at High Tide- they couldn't help me."

"Can you save her?" I hear Viserys ask and my head falls to the side, my eyes opening to Alicent's terrified and tearstained face.

"The queen shouldn't be here," is what the maester replies. "The child-"

"I asked if you can save my niece," Viserys repeats sharply. 

I watch Alicent's lip tremble as the maester answers "It is too soon to tell."

"It's okay," I whisper to her so only she can hear. "I'm not afraid."

A lie, I'm utterly terrified. 

"Save her," Viserys orders. "Alicent, you don't want to watch this."

I've seen her again, perhaps that is enough I can die with peace. 

Rhaenyra is the one to take her from me, guiding her out of the room as the grand maester orders. "Four drops of nightshade to put her to sleep, prepare to cut away the infected flesh."

Viserys comes to my side, and it's the fear in his eyes that strikes me as he tells me "You are my brothers daughter, I won't allow him to lose you."

I taste the nightshade on my tongue and the darkness takes me.

~

My body tingles from what can only be milk of the poppy as my eyes begin to open, though it is not enough at the utter ache that possesses me.

"Here," I hear her saying and feel a chalice at my lips. "For the pain."

"I'm not dead?" I murmur in confusion and feel a cool cloth on my forehead.

"No, it seems you're more stubborn than death." My eyes rest on her face as she fusses over me, wiping the sweat from my brow and her voice catches. "This- this is why I didn't want you to leave."

I take her wrist and move her hand from my face, lowing it down onto the bed and covering her hand with my own. She struggles to look at me. "I had to leave."

There is a venom in her eyes that I've rarely seen until now. "You left me to face my wedding night and every night after alone." Her voice trembles with rage. "You left me to face it alone."

Immediately I go to my defence. "You had Rhaenyra-"

"Rhaenyra," she breathes and her jaw clenches. "Rhaenyra has hated me since the day she learned I was to marry the king."

"That can't be right," I say quietly, still struggling with the light let alone making sense of things. "Rhaenyra-"

"Hates me, she won't even look at me," she says and withdraws her hand. "You left me here alone with no one to save me."

"I tried," I grit out and she just shakes her head. "I tried and you refused, so do not blame me for your predicament when I was willing to commit treason to save you from it."

"And yet all I ever asked of you was to stay." Teardrops run down her cheeks. "You were willing to do anything but that."

I feel tears burn in my own eyes but don't regret it, especially not at the sight of her now. "And share you with my uncle? Leave your bed empty for him? No, I would do anything for you but that."

Her voice is stiff. "Then you'll return to the Stepstones once you are well enough to fly." She pushes her chair back and leaves without another word, the coldness that's become her filling the room as I slip back into sleep.

~

Bedridden I wait for her to return, but she does not. It is only Rhaenyra accompanied by Ser Criston who comes to see me.

She sits by my side, asking of the war, telling me of her rides on Syrax. I remember them well, yet they pale in comparison to flying into war reigning down fire from above.

Finally she asks what I've been waiting for her to ask "How is Daemon?"

"Not here," I answer stiffly, having expected him to be following behind me on dragonback, but it seems he cannot bring himself to return home. "But other than that war seems to entertain him."

She nods and her voice is quiet "I've missed you." She reaches for my hand. "Sister."

She has stayed the same, yet I feel as though the girl who flew from the city a year ago is long gone. As is the lover I left behind.

"Alicent never wanted this," I say again and she doesn't want to hear it. "You don't need to be cruel."

"Cruel? That's bold of you," she says harshly and Ser Criston stands there confused, but she doesn't need to remind me. "Then leaving without a word."

 My eyes find themselves on Ser Criston who stands with his head hung, having betrayed his trust in leaving and being bedridden with little energy to fight I concede, although with little effort in actually sounding sorry, "Yes, that was a poor thing to do, my apologies."

But she knows they are empty words. "I needed you here Viserra, my father took a new wife and now means to replace me with Alicent's child. I needed you by my side-"

"Yes, you and Alicent both," I murmur offhandedly. "I never knew the both of you held me so dear."

"You knew we did," she replies, heat in her voice. "Although I never knew just how much Alicent did."

I raise an eyebrow. "And I never knew you shared the same affection for her."

She stands, having had enough. "Come Ser Criston."

He follows after her like a dog, again leaving me alone. Rhaenyra and I were raised together, more sisters than cousins, we fight and we forget, it's not her anger I worry for.

With the silence boredom quickly sets in, missing the company of Laenor and Laena. Missing my father.

Missing my dragon.

And so definitely against the maesters orders I pull myself out of bed and dress myself in a simple gown considering it's more comfortable than the riding clothes I've been accustomed to wearing. It feels strange after dressing in men's clothing for so long.

I gulp down the remainder of the milk of the poppy before finding my way through the halls of the castle, people surprised to see me but not questioning it after landing on dragon outside the keep. I've almost made it to the exit when I hear her voice.

"Viserra?" I still having been caught and turn to see Alicent standing there holding her stomach. "You should be in bed."

"I was bored," I answer truthfully and she gives me an exasperated sigh.

"Bored? What are you, a child?"

"Yes, as are you although you may be carrying one," I remind her and she only looks annoyed. "Does the queen forbid me from going on a walk?"

"The queen forbids you from going to the dragon pit," she answers, knowing me too well. "Darkfyre is being taken care of."

"She hasn't seen me since we arrived, she'll be fretting."

She breathes in heavily and hobbles over, clearly uncomfortable with every step. "She will be fine, you need to rest."

"I need to get out of that room," I retort. "Four days I've been in there now."

"You spent two of those unconscious."

"Yes, exactly," I reply and she rolls her eyes. "I could say you should be resting."

"I am nine months pregnant, I can't rest, I'm in a permanent state of discomfort."

"So you're due any day then," I realise and she nods, my stomach drops at what that could mean and I negotiate. "Let me come be with you, it's been far too long since I've been with you."

Her eyes soften and she gives me a pained smile. "I would like that."

I wrap an arm around her, helping her as we go back through the castle to her rooms, I open the door and help her over to the lounge chair where I sit her down, remembering well how much discomfort Aemma was always in. 

"Is that alright?' I ask her, putting a pillow behind her back.

"That's good, thank you," she says and I sit down beside her, remembering too well it was less than two years ago Aemma lay there and look around, the room noticeably absent of maesters.

"Where are your attendants?"

"The last thing I want is to be surrounded by midwives and maesters when I'm like this," she answers. "And they aren't as worried as they were with our last queen, this is my first child, they believe it will be healthy."

I was my mothers first and she still died in the childbed, but I do not remind her of it. I don't want to frighten her. 

"I hope so," I tell her, the most genuine words I've spoken in a long time. "Let's hope for a boy and it will be the last time."

She just laughs, but there's a sadness to it "No, they'll fill me up until I can't carry another, you know how it is." 

Unfortunately I do, and yet it is something I'll never have to experience myself.

"Well is queen at least all you thought it would be?" I ask and she only frowns. "I guess not."

"I'm the wife of a king, hardly a queen," she tells me. "Maybe that will change when I give him a son, maybe then they'll respect me but it feels these past months as if I've just been confined to these rooms, maesters coming every day to ensure I'm still with child."

"It must be awful," I say quietly and she looks at me, the first anyone ever said those words to her. "You don't have to pretend with me Alicent, I know you never wanted this, you don't have to pretend as if you do."

Some of the tension leaves her body and there are tears in her eyes as she tells me "When the maesters told me I was pregnant... I was relieved. I was relieved because it meant he wouldn't summon me to his chambers at night anymore." She rubs a hand over her stomach. "I'm scared for when the baby comes because I don't want it to start again."

I feel ill, I feel the guilt creeping to the surface at leaving her to face those nights alone because I was too selfishly weak to face them with her.

"I'm sorry Alicent," I say quietly. "I'm sorry for what's happened to you." Tears slip down her cheeks and I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips. "I'm sorry for everything. I-"

The door opens and Viserys enters, Alicent quickly pulls her hand away and he's none the wiser. "Ah Viserra, glad to see you out of bed, I can't say the same for my dear wife." He laughs at his own joke and Alicent fakes a smile. "Do tell your father- tell him that he is welcome home as long as he recognises Rhaenyra as my heir."

I lower my eyes as I tell him "Then I'm afraid he will not be returning home." There is no gentle way to put it and I see the disappointment in his eyes. "The disinherentment was one thing, but the war... it isn't just a farce to keep him entertained, and he will not set his sights on the city until it is won."

"Well," he sighs. "I hope at least you will stay at court, it is no place for a lady out there."

I see the fear flicker in Alicent's eyes, the fear of me leaving and I clear my throat "We will see." I stand and bow my head to Alicent. "Rest well."

I find my way out, a sadness in me that no longer can I spend endless nights with her without anyone daring to look for us, without intrusion. Those days are over. 

~

The walk to the dragon pit is one filled with a quiet agony as the milk of the poppy begins to wear off, but the city seems to have remembered me, or rather my father.

Ser Harwin seems to have taken over as Commander of the city watch as he greets me in the street. "My lady, glad to see you home, how fares your father?"

"Better than I," I answer, no doubt word has spread quickly since seeing a dragon landing at the steps of the Red Keep. "I trust the fear of the gods my father struck into the city still remains."

"Aye," he answers, walking with me. "A knife in the stomach I hear?"

"Ambushed when climbing off my dragon, I killed who I could, Darkfyre did the rest but the damage was done. Lord Corlys's maesters couldn't treat me, so I took things into my own hands."

"Made quite the entrance if I recall," he says proudly. "Your father always wanted to train you up to be tough, bringing you down into the city with him, it's not surprising he made you a soldier." That brings a smile to my face. "Tell me, do you fight with a sword or on dragonback?"

"Both," I answer as I'd told Rhaenyra. "Although truthfully I prefer dragonback, Lord Corlys's son Laenor and I often fly together in battle, doing what we can from above whilst the soldiers fight on the ground."

"And is that where you're going now?" he asks me. "Walking injured through the city to sneak off to the dragonpit."

"Yes," I answer. "Though don't drag me back to the castle, I don't intend on leaving yet. I just want to see my dragon."

"Don't fret I'm not a Kingsguard," he reminds me as we come to the Dragonpit. "Would you like to be escorted back to the castle?"

"I dare say I'll take a horse back," I assure him. "Thank you Ser Harwin."

"My lady," he says, nodding his head as I enter inside the Dragonpit, having always found Ser Harwin agreeable but he's quickly forgotten as I step inside and see her.

It's a relief, and I know it's one she shares as she lowers her head, almost to nuzzle into me. A bond between a dragon and their rider... there is nothing else in the world like it. 

"Has an egg been chosen for the babes cradle?" I ask the dragon keeper who stands nearby.

"Not yet, my lady."

I nod and ask "May I?"

He doesn't dare refuse me and brings me to the clutch of dragon eggs, one of white and gold with flecks of pink catches my eye. Pure, beautiful. My father had chosen mine, a fearsome one of red and black, even as a babe he knew I'd be fire and blood. But I can't help the tenderness I feel at the sight of the egg, a tenderness Alicent needs in her life.

I take it in my hands and tell the dragon keeper "I choose this one for the king's new child."

I can sense the hesitance after my father robbed them of their last egg, but my intentions are nothing but pure.

"As you wish my lady."

~ The next morning I go to see her, finding her resting in that damned chair utterly miserable, but she smiles at the sight of me.

"How are you faring?' she asks me, noticing I'm walking easier than before.

"The milk of the poppy is certainly a help," I tell her and her brows draw together in confusion at what I carry, the egg wrapped in fine cloth. "I brought something for you."

"For me?" she asks in surprise and falls quiet as I unwrap it for her. "Oh."

"Your child will be a Targaryen, it's only right to carry on tradition," I tell her and place it in the crib at the end of her bed. "The colours, they seemed pure, bright. It only felt right that I choose this one, gods know it's what you need in your life. A child that will bring you joy."

I look back at her and see the tears in her eyes, tears she does not attempt to wipe away as she tells me "I'm afraid Viserra. Any moment now the babe could come and I- I'm not ready to die in the child bed."

I walk over and kneel down before her, taking her hand in mine, noticing the red surrounding her nails. "You won't, I won't let you."

She just laughs sadly "You can't stop the will of the gods Viserra, as hard as you may try."

I wear an equally sad smile. "No, but I'll be here by your side. That I promise you."

She looks at me with hesitance. "You won't leave me again? You won't disappear in the night?" 

I shake my head and bring her hand to my lips. "How can I leave you? Certainly not like this."

"Thank you," she breathes and I look at the girl I love, a girl who is no longer mine to love if she ever was, but I'll be damned if I lose her. "Viserra I-" it's then she hisses in pain "Ah!"

"Alicent?" I ask as she hisses. "Are you alright?"

"Just a contraction, I get them often, the maesters say they are nothing to worry about," she insists then cries out. "No- this one's different." 

It's then I notice fluid wetting the chair and panic. "It's coming." She looks up at me and immediately I spring into action, running to the door where Ser Harrold stands and telling him "Get the midwives, now!"

I run back to Alicent who's trying to climb out of the chair to the bed and I grab her arm. "Come on." I help her over to the bed where she grabs onto the bed post, beginning to hyperventilate and I start at the laces at the back of her heavy gown. "Let's get you out of this." She helps me pull it off her as the midwives come into the room and lay her down in her shift, the maesters following quickly behind.

"Has anybody gotten the king?" I ask one of the maesters.

"His grace is celebrating with the Lord Hand and will be informed she has begun her labours," he answers, and I realise Viserys won't be coming. "Her water has broken?"

"Yes," I answer and he ignores me to go to her, she lays there on the bed surrounded by almost a dozen people yet her eyes meet mine in panic as they pull her legs open and so I come by her side, on my knees and holding her hand tight. "Just look at me okay? Everything will be alright."

It's then she whispers to me with fearful eyes "Don't let them cut me open like they did Aemma."

I go cold at those words and swear to her "I'd cut down every man and woman in this room before letting a blade touch you."

And I mean those words, she knows I do.

For hours I stay by her side, never letting go of her hand as she suffers through the labour, watching closely the faces of the maesters and midwives as she screams. No one dares tell me to leave as I grip her hand tight, telling her she'll make it through this unlike our mothers.

Finally as night falls the babe comes out screaming and she falls limp on the bed, the babe being carried away by the maester and I press my lips to her sweaty forehead, still holding her hand. "You did it, you're both okay."

Her head falls towards me and we both smile, it's me the maester hands the babe to as the midwives sit Alicent up in bed and look down at him before I pass him to her. "A boy."

With those words I see both the relief and devastation those words bring her and she whispers "Rhaenyra-"

I shake my head, stroking her wet hair out of her face. "Shh, all will be well."

She looks down at her son as if she doesn't quite know how to feel, and then flinches, crying out "It's starting again."

"The afterbirth," a midwife says and she passes me her boy as she begins crying out again, I look down at the screaming babe in my arms, white whisps of hair on his head, it takes me a moment to realise he isn't just Alicent's son but my cousin just as Rhaenyra is.

As the afterbirth passes and the midwives clean it away the door flies open and Otto marches in, visible relief at the fact his daughter still lives and I turn to him with the babe in my arms, he stares at me holding his grandchild in horror, utterly unaware I was even here with her.

"The king has a son," I tell him and he pulls the babe from my arms as if my very touch is poison.

"A son," he repeats and smiles at his daughter, pale in the childbed. "Well done my daughter." 

"Let me hold him," she says, reaching out but he ignores her.

"I must take him to the king," he says immediately and gives Alicent a nod, pleased she's fulfilled the duty he forced upon her and leaves with the babe. It's then I see Rhaenyra in the doorway as the midwives check Alicent, making sure she isn't bleeding more than she should be.

Quickly I duck out the door and she pulls me aside "Well?"

There's both hope and worry in her eyes, and I know why.

"I'm sorry," I tell Rhaenyra. "It's a boy."

I watch her face change and she blinks away tears as if she's in pain. "A boy?"

I nod, having sworn my oath to her as my heir, an oath I still believe in. "I'm sorry."

"Viserra," I hear Alicent calling out and I apologise "I'm sorry."

I leave Rhaenyra to return to Alicent, who only then see Rhaenyra marching past back down the hall and her voice fills with panic. "Is she angry? Is she-"

"She knows, but she's still our named heir," I say, the maesters and midwives both eyeing me with particular carefulness at those words. "She will know that."

She nods, and reaches for my hand as the midwives cool her with wet clothes, utterly weary.

"Here," I say taking the cloth from the midwife as the others finish running her a cool bath. "I'll watch over her as she rests."

The maester nods and the midwives leave the room, the grand maester checks her over one last time before finally leaving her to rest and I kiss her head as they leave the room.

"It's over now," I tell her, lips brushing her temple. "You did so well."

"I think I'll want to sleep for days," she breathes, both of us laughing quietly before whispering in pain. "I don't want to have to do it again."

"Shh, don't think about that now," I tell her, helping her sip from a cup of water, her body still shaking as I help her lower her legs back down after being bent for hours. "You need to rest."

She doesn't argue with that, but murmurs "I'm sweaty and awful."

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," I say and help her from the bed, stripping her of her shift which clings to her skin and with some painstaking effort get her into the bath without causing her too much pain. "There you are."

Her head rests against the tub as I take a cloth and begin cleaning her, wiping the blood and all else from between her legs and rubbing sweet smelling lotion into her scalp, absentmindedly focused on the motions until she takes my hand and looks up at me with weary but beautiful eyes.

"Viserra." She says my name like a prayer. "I love you." I still and search her eyes, finding only truth. "I love you truly, I should have told you it long ago then maybe you would have stayed."

I smile sadly, tears in my eyes. "I always knew. I know your heart Alicent, better than mine."

She's pleading now "So you'll stay?"

For her own sake I nod, even though I have no idea what the next hour will bring, let alone what tomorrow brings. "I will."

She reaches for me, pulling me down until my lips meet hers. It's what I've dreamed of every night since I left her and now- now my heart is simultaneously whole and broken at the thought of what comes after this.

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[luna-lovegreat]

So a take on TOTK’s ending I’ve seen quite a bit of is the idea that it deprived all dramatic weight from Zelda’s sacrifice and that she should have suffered the consequences of her choice (I.e. stay a dragon forever or come back as a dragon human hybrid). Also said take accuses the ending of being cheap, lazy, unearned, and a deus ex machina. This strikes me as a shallow reading of the text and another example of how some people think punishment (or in this case “dying for a cause”) is the only viable ending for someone who made the choice Zelda made. It really rubs me the wrong way given all the development and tragedy she faced in both games. What are your thoughts?

The thing is that she is bound, whether she likes it or not, by destiny. The cycle of reincarnation of Ganon (Demise’s hatred) is NOT over at the end of Totk. Each time he resurrects, it is vital that a warrior with the soul of the hero, and a girl with the blood of the goddess appear to fight him. If Zelda stayed a dragon? Well then the world is doomed, because the goddess’s bloodline ends with her.

To me it’s not even a question of “throwing away her sacrifice” or having a “cheap happy ending”. It’s a matter of the fact that through whatever means it took, she had to turn back from a dragon for the world to have any hope of survival the next time ganon resurrects.

We don’t know if this specific hero and princess will see him again. Botw/Totk Link and Zelda may or may not have just had their last battle with him- we don’t know yet. Totk’s ending is left open to possibilities. Through what she says, we know Zelda will try her best to bring forever peace to hyrule, but we don’t know if she will face ganon again to achieve that, or if she will only be able to simply restore the kingdom, but not stop the cycle.

But no matter what, the next time that damn incarnation of hatred comes back, she or her descendent has to be there. The sword can do a lot, but the hero has always needed someone with the goddess’ power to seal the evil as well.

No matter how much we want a lasting sacrifice, the legend of Zelda is, at its heart, a cycle. A legend that repeats, over and over. And each piece of the cycle must live on, as least until demise’s curse is (hopefully eventually) broken. We have to have a surviving Zelda or the cycle is broken and evil wins.

(Also it does seem a little unnecessarily cruel to insist that the girl who has now been stuck fighting evil and exerting sacred power for a hundred through thousands of years TWICE have a terrible ending. She suffered enough- enough that a dragon shed tears. Let her get her well earned rest- the world needs her as a person. The ending is not unearned- on the contrary getting her life back is exactly what she earned. Don’t insist on a sad ending just for the sake of sadness. There is enough darkness, so why not enjoy the ending rather than enforcing suffering on someone who deserves a chance to live? There is already plenty of drama that can be watched anytime in the memories.)

I think all viewpoints are valid, and I can understand their point. While I do not know everything, I personally prefer to look at the lore- the actual roots of the story that lead to the endings. And the lore of Zelda is pretty clear- those goddess gals gotta live on.

And as far as the emotional part? I love the ending. I don’t like sappy stuff, and I’m not crying happy tears, but that ending is far more fulfilling than leaving the world (and Link) missing a really awesome person.

Anyways that’s my two cents worth :) It’s not a matter of what ending we wanted- she has to survive, or the next time ganon comes around, the world is doomed.

#thanks for asking I’ve been wanting to rant about that #I just think it goes back to the lore #the world NEEDS her role to continue #Totk spoilers #totk ending #loz #zelda #link #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #big totk spoilers #asks #botw/Totk #Totk link #Totk Zelda #the light dragon #Totk #also op I think you’re great #you’re just pretty cool ok #derrickwildsun

[moonshine999]

Hephaestus

God of blacksmiths , craftsmen, fire, metal, sculpture and volcanoes

The freedom of imperfections was the most tempting drug.

But the oh so incessant need to prove himself was stronger. Prove that he was the best student, the best swordsman, the best dragon-rider, the best.

He still remembers the night. The horrendous night when he had to forcefully accept an entire part of him taken away by the blade. It wasn’t intentional, it wasn’t the action of the most renowned of swordsmen. It was simply a boy clumsily trying to defend his brother. And he let that scar him forever. He let that be the cause of this damned imperfection. 

“The flesh will heal..but the eye is lost, your grace.”

Nothing healed. Too much was lost. All his pride was stripped away as he sat in front of the fire, surrounded by strangers, bloodied scar, ruined boy.

So ruinous in fact, no one would dare let him forget the shame of weakness. Forever etched to his name,  “Aemond-One Eye”.

It was hard to think back when exactly he was fascinated by the sapphire. Perhaps his sister’s gowns? His brother’s chalices? His mother’s vault? All gone to history now. 

But he does remember the nights spent in the library, desperate to find every bit of information he could about the jewel. Desperate to know all he could, desperate to think of it as his own.

He read upon all the hours artisans and jewel-makers take to carve the gem to be one of a kind. He read of it symbolising education and intelligence. He read of its perfection. Not for him. For his weakness.

The weakness he had to see upon a mirror every day. The missing piece of the puzzle, the hole in his face. It served as a reminder of what he was, what he let himself become in that moment, why he will never submit like that again. He shoved a stolen sapphire into the socket and winced. 

The sharp edges hurt, like a million different needles stuck inside his eye. Good, he presumed. If that was what it took to remind himself of the consequences of the drug, then so be it. 

Yet through all the pains and striving he had forced himself through, he would never get the true prize of their house. The position that commands the city.

 He deserved it more than anyone else. He let himself think it wasn’t ego but simply his right. He was capable of the name of king and yet they hand it off to a man who would rather run away and drown in his cups like a bumbling fool. 

Fire of his house blazed inside him at every turn, knowing his fate. There are several great students all across the realm, several skilled swordsmen, yet there was only one king. 

But his hopes were dashed all the same. 

All he will ever be remembered as was the second son who let himself lose an eye. 

“Do not mourn me, mother. I may have lost an eye..but I gained a dragon”

His one source of pride.

When Vhagar flew through the winds of King’s Landing, the gusts of wind, what he could make out of the people’s murmurs, the low roars of the beast, he felt.. powerful. He felt royal, like a king. The only time he would let himself feel as such. 

Their bond wasn’t created as quickly as Sunfyre with Aegon or as easily as Dreamfyre with Helaena. It took, surprisingly, silence. Both man and beast were at their best in silence.

They were lonely, isolated from the dragon pit and the Keep. 

He often went back to the memory of visiting her the morning after he was maimed. 

She acknowledged him with a low growl and then both of them sat still. 

He remembered crying, as much as he could and then going back to his books like nothing happened.

Against each other and in the hours that passed, they formed something which could bring the Red Keep to its feet. 

Vhagar was the closest thing he could call his own. Not because he could control the dragon; no, far from it; but because he and her were too alike. Alike in a way, he had never let himself feel with another human. Vhagar had several riders through her life, he was sure but he let himself think that perhaps, she feels the connection to him as he does to her. Because this and whatever life may put on his path, whatever he may be inked as in the books of history, they’ll always remember that he rode Vhagar.

 The Queen of all dragons. The ride of someone who desired to be King. 

Till death claimed his end.

A moment later, both dragons crashed into the lake, the collision sending up a gout of water as high as the Kingspyre Tower at Harrenhal. Neither man could have survived.

#house of the dragon #hephaestus #team green #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #don’t know if this makes sense #but the themes of Hephaestus being shunned for his appearance with Aemond’s whole “perfect” scheme ruined by his eye getting cut out #im not sure about this but idk how to like fix it #if that makes sense #criticism is obviously appreciated #just be respectful #[ • 'house of the dragon' characters as the twelve olympians • ]

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Siren Lucerys, Where Lucerys and his brothers were of Velaryon descent)

Aemond hated his half-sister, hated her entire family line. The Velaryons were said to have a certain creature's blood that made them quite powerful in the ocean. A family with siren blood.

He remembers the past, how his nephews would be gone all day long, either in the dragon pit with Aegon the Drunk, or in the ocean with their father and their grandfather. How lonely he was when their blood showed just how powerful it was, making it difficult for them to leave the ocean.

He always thought that if he had a dragon, at least they would spend some time with him as well. He was dead wrong.

He remembered that night like it was yesterday, how that little boy attacked him with a knife, taking his eye, how he choked him close to death.

He may have lost an eye, but Lucerys lost something worse, at least, in the eyes of his father, and everyone else besides his mother. He became a siren without a voice.

He looked at the large tank filled with saltwater, made entirely of thick glass, something his own father commissioned, so he may be with his half-sister's brood. Now it was Lucerys' prison, something that will hold him hostage in his siren form, making him helpless in Aemond's grasp. Aegon wanted him to be displayed for all to see. Aemond wanted this vision all to himself.

The captured siren, the soon-to-be heir of the Seven Tides, in his hands. It was the main reason his half-sister has yet to attack.He watched as Lucerys continues to ignore him, crying silently. He watched as his tears turn to pearls, and Aemond grimaced. Even his tears were precious.

A siren without a voice can't survive in the ocean, they couldn't lure sailors, couldn't call for their family, couldn't warn them of danger or tell them about treasure they may have spotted. As always, though, everything works out for little Lucerys. His entire family learned to speak to him through hand gestures, and a family member would always be close to him in the ocean, tying ropes so they wouldn't lose each other, and while his life slowly turned relatively normal, Aemond had to relearn everything, even holding a damn pen was hard, and he had no support from anyone save his mother.

He looked at Lucerys, and he feels his annoyance returning. It wasn't fair. He didn't need his voice to lure sailors, he only needed to show himself, and they would willingly crash their ships to be close to him. They would have willingly drowned themselves to have him in their sights.

Had Lucerys tried to seduce him, he would have willingly drowned if it was to be by his hands.

Lucerys didn't need to know that, though.

For now, he was a prisoner, and he, his guard. Until circumstances says otherwise, Aemond hoped it would stay that way. Of this was the only chance for him to have Lucerys, then he will take it.

His beautiful, deadly siren.

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So, if anyone would like to write a full fic with this as a premise, please tell me!

(I wasn't ignoring my report, it just so happens that the thought came to me so fast, I needed to write it! Otherwise, it would have been forgotten! I regret nothing!)

Thoughts? Violent reactions?

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #mermaid lucerys #captured lucerys

[superanimepirate]

One Piece Chapter 1098 Initial Thoughts. This chapter is dark... (Uh, TW for like rape and sex trafficking and a dying child. Damn)

Oh God. Bonney's mom being sex trafficked wasn't on my bingo card but ok here we are

I am a bit confused as to what Ginny's illness was. But it seems like that's the point. Well at least this anime mom disease is less generic.

But I think Kuma may have one of the saddest backstories wtf. He didn't want to marry her because he was afraid she would become a slave, and she became a slave anyways forced to marry a celestial dragon. Not only a slave but a sex slave. Yo wtf...

Oh ok so Bonney is the child of a celestial dragon? Does that mean she's a celestial dragon? And Kuma raised Ginny's child as his own. Ok hold I need a minute, and someone to protect this precious man.

Hi Sabo. Nice to see you.

I don't think I cried this hard since Brook's backstory. Jesus Christ

Bonney has the illness!!!! NO!!!!!

"Where would you like to go when you get better"

Oda just shoot me it would hurt less

Oh she thinks she'll be better after her tenth birthday. Someone protect this precious child. Excuse me while I continue to sob.

Oh ok, so the douchbag king is up to now good, how the hell does this get pinned on Kuma?

Ok so now that the chapter is over, more thoughts:

Something is up with Bonney's age tho, we all kinda predicted that tho. But I'm still curious on who Connie is? Seven years ago she was five? IDK I am so confused by the timeline right now, how old Bonney is, and when Kuma became a cyborg and everything.

I'm going to need to do an entire panel by panel analysis there is so much information. First I need to stop crying long enough to see the pages.

So it seems like the trip to Egghead is to figure out a cure? Oh and her face piercing is connected to the illness scars thing?

Also, what's going on with Oda? The chapter isn't finished? Is he ok? He could have taken an extra week, he has before, so whats going on? There's a break next week, so I hope he'll be ok.

Anyways I'm going to go continue to sob. Peace.

#I was supposed to work on errands and adult tasks and whatnot #but instead i'm crying #this chapter was dark #probably the darkest #I know it was heavily implied the boa sisters were also sexually abused by the celestial dragons but this was a little less subtle #being there was a child and all #wonder what rights the children of the celestial dragons and their non noble “brides” get #thats a whole political analysis right there tbh #Is she considered a celestial dragon? #does the government know? #I need to have a lie down #and hug my mom #goddamn this chapter #one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece chapter 1098 #one piece 1098 #one piece manga spoilers #one piece 1098 spoilers #tw rape #tw sex trafficking #tw sick child #honestly i was kind of digging the vibe with the messy sketches and stuff tho #if oda ever wants to experiment with that style it would be cool

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: How to Train Your Dragon 2

(*screams in insanely high frequencies*) HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 IS ONE OF THE GREATEST THINGS DREAMWORKS HAS EVER MADE AND SOMEHOW EVEN BETTER THAN THE FIRST AND I AM IN SHAMBLES EMOTIONALLY AFTER WATCHING IT BUT I NEED YA'LL TO LISTEN TO ME AS I SCREAM ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT THIS FILM IS TO ME OK?

Woo, ok, calming down a bit. But can you really blame my excitement? How to Train Your Dragon 2 is just... so damn good, it is so damn good ya'll. It takes everything the first movie did, the characters, the story, the animation, the music, and just... perfects it. It is an utterly fantastic ride from beginning to end and it is one of the main factors as to why I am so utterly head over heels for this franchise (well, it and Race to the Edge, again go watch it, its good).

We return to Berk five years after the first movie, with Hiccup under pressure from his father to take on the mantle of chief. However, danger soon arrives in the form of Drago Bludvist, who is amassing a dragon army. While searching for Drago to try and reason with him, Hiccup reunites with his estranged mother, Valka, who, much like him, has a deep affinity and respect for all dragons. From there, well, damn a bunch of stuff happens, in a story that just flows so well and just... slams you with so many emotions, from sheer joy and wonder to crushing despair and grief. It's a roller coaster, to say the least, one that is utterly captivating and at times, utterly heartbreaking. And I adore every last second of it.

Our returning characters are all fantastic, as usual. I especially love the arc Hiccup goes through here, because while the first movie was in ways, a coming of age story for him, this one truly is, with him struggling to figure out who he really is and who he's meant to be. It's a beautiful narrative about responsibility and leadership, one that Hiccup and Toothless experience together in such a beautiful, parallel way. As for our new cast, we have Valka (who I'm in love with btw) and she's just delightful. The way we get to see her bond with Hiccup and rekindle her relationship with Stoick is absolutely beautiful (AT LEAST UNTIL THE DAMN MOVIE TEARS THIS BEAUTIFUL FAMILY APART WHY CANT THEY HAVE ANYTHING NICE FUCK).

However, I do have to say that the weakest link in both this movie, as well as the next installment in this series... is its villain. The first movie didn't have much in the way of an antagonist, and I think it worked well in its favor. Because HTTYD antagonists... are kind of mid to lame. Drago Bludvist is certainly on the more mid side; he's just... ya know, a bad guy. He isn't really a compelling foil to Hiccup, just some crazy guy who wants to use dragons to conquer people and uses violence to get his way. He's not especially interesting, despite his rather cool design. He's just... there.

But that one minor point aside, everything else about this movie is utterly fantastic. The animation is somehow even more stunning than the first, with so many new dragon designs to see and an even wider world to explore. The flying and fight scenes are so mezmerising to watch, and the music FUCKING GOD don't get me started on this score. It is utterly HEAVENLY, just like the first movie's (also For the Dancing and the Dreaming has me in shambles, I'm still crying, don't look at me). What kind of insane magic Dreamworks used to make this movie look and sound as good as it does? The world may never know.

So yeah, this movie clearly has a major soft spot in my heart. I watched it when it first came out in theaters and absolutely loved it then, just like I do now. Every time I review it, I fall more in love, especially now that I've seen the tie in shows, I can appreciate how they led up to this movie and what details were thrown in that to make them serve as something of a prologue to 2.

As for the movie itself, its such a masterful work of art, one that I'll gladly return to over and over again. Aside from Prince of Egypt, it's probably my second favorite Dreamworks movie overall. And considering some of the other contenders on this list, that's saying something. I love it to pieces, always have, always will. It's wonderful.

Overall Rating: 10/10

Verdict: Hiccup's Mom has got it going on

Previous Review (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Next Review (The Penguins of Madagascar)

#jen watches #dreamworks watch #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon 2 #jen tortures herself with every dreamworks animated movie ever #dreamworks

[pikespendragon67]

And Now, The Long Awaited "Pikes Check-up" Fall 2023 Edition!!

Decided to make it a habit to type out my current interests/progress in life in case I find it difficult to jump into conversations with friends

Let's begin, shall we?

Current Life Events

It's been over a month and I still haven't had my annual review at work so if I don't get it by the end of December I may go nuts. Need to either get a better position in this firm, get better payment, or probably find a job somewhere else because wow working 8 hours (which is essentially 10 due to traveling & 1 hour lunch break) is not worth $20 an hour [i'm in CA so that's like barely above minimum wage & i gotta keep other expenses in mind].

On that note, I do have an interview for a state job next Friday (though I hope my coworkers/supervisor don't find it odd that I dress as usual on casual Fridays) and I keep getting calls from legal recruiters, so that's a good sign. Might try a probate firm since I enjoyed being a loan signing agent.

Brother and sister-in-law are hosting Thanksgiving this year! This will be the first time in decades where my parents don't host (and even then, it's mainly just a few family friends instead of actual blood relatives when they host. Think the last time I've been to a family Thanksgiving was when I was 7?) I get to properly meet my niece-in-law instead of just seeing her at the wedding. Sadly no nephews-in-law, so I might need to cut back on the gaming talk

Next party event for me is White Elephant with IRL friends, then for Chrimbus my parents & I are gonna go see my godparents for a week. Finally a week vacation (I need better hours too OTL)

With every passing day I think of gender being wonky so hopefully one day (when I'm financially stable to be on my own comfortably and without the fear of losing things) I can figure it out. Right now I'm thinking of using Bishop as a secondary online name but we'll see if that sticks.

Possibly maybe could go to Japan in April? Mom said she's organizing an event with my brother's old high school and she might be able to get my dad & me to join. Though I'd be a complete weeb, so I feel like I'd be rude to folks in Japan, I'd still love to go.

What I'm Playing

As much as I love Sea of Stars, I was getting antsy to play something else. (Especially when I heard the requirements for the true ending). SO, I decided to swap over to Digimon Survive since my brother got it for me for Chrimbus last year. I would've played it at launch but of course Xenoblade 3 came out at the same time and then I got lost playing Pokemon Scarlet then Hi-Fi Rush then Octopath 2 then replaying 999 then Ghost Trick then Sea of Stars-

But yeah I'm loving the character writing so far in Survive (I'm on part 3 most likely going to end with the moral ending) and the Digivolutions keep me on my toes. I don't think there's a branching system like in the Zero Escape franchise/AI The Somnium Files, so I'm not sure if I'll do a repeat playthrough. Gameplay itself has an isometric camera like FF Tactics so it can be a bit wonky placing your units to attack enemies. Plus I like how this game actually tells me what path I'm taking (hint hint Triangle Strategy before New Game+)

I also just got Super Mario RPG but the timing for action commands feels off? I press when the exclamation point appears but apparently I have to wait for the attack to actually connect. Weird

Then for games I'm watching through LPs because of time/funds/my wrists being god awful so it's hard to play games, I just finished watching Judgment and I think Yakuza Like a Dragon still holds the award for the game that made me cry the most but damn this also had good moments.

I'm also now watching P5 Tacticia (might get it if I can get used to Xcom gameplay) and man I can really make a babygirl meter based on the older dudes in P5 (going from Kasukabe to Sojiro probably)

New PFP that I've named Hattagan c:

Finally, man I might want to sell my PS5 despite it being my graduation gift from 2021. It's uncomfortable to play it with my current chair (as I like to usually play games lying down to help my back), and with me working full-time now, it's difficult to find motivation to play when I get back home. I'd need to connect to my work's Wi-Fi to take advantage of remote play, unfortunately. And while I could get a longer USB cord to keep the controller charged or get a bean bag or something, my room's way too small for that configuring & I'd have to keep unplugging the console when we clean every other week. Most of the games I want to play are already on Steam and are playable on the Deck, so I might use that instead. (Though I pray Ghost of Tsushima and Gravity Rush 2 get ported, then Yakuzas 4-6 are made playable for Deck).

Current Collection Wants So Far

Ever since I've garnered my own funds, I've made a habit of collecting fan things. It usually boils down to plushies (mostly Pokemon, but now favorite characters as well), games to collect (currently Switch, GBA, DS, 3DS, and Vita since I'm not really playing my PS5 for PS4 games anymore), Fire Emblem Cipher cards, and now DVDs for series/movies I like because I can't trust streaming services these days. Don't know if I'll be able to do Pokemon cards because I just collect for art & characters I like. Plus with how the Paul brothers ruined that market, I'd prefer to not dip my toes in that. When I get my own place, hopefully I can get other consoles to collect for. (Also I'm not planning on getting everything; mainly just games that pique my interest).

What I'm Watching

Last week, I saw the new Digimon 02 movie dubbed. Glad that Davis, Veemon/Ken, and Hawkmon reprised their roles. The only real issue I had was Armadillomon having the Stitch voice instead of the usual Texan accent. Other than that, Digimon's movies has this weird air of trying to market to nostalgic fans by telling them to move on from Digimon. I get folks didn't like the ending of the original 02 for shipping reasons, but the DigiDestined still had their Digimon as adults so I think it's a bit mean to say adults can't have Digimon or that they should stop having them. On that note, I felt like the "villain" could've been more terrifying if they actually showed how messed it up it was. (Like you're expecting me to believe it created Diaboromon just by it saying it watched the events on TV?)

So along with me nearly finishing Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (just have 2 episodes left since I decided to binge last night), here's what I'm watching in the fall 2023 anime season

needless to say i am going insane so i'll at least give some highlights

Paradox Live: I got into the series for Saimon back before the anime came out (I think it was a few months before Buraikan were officially revealed?) and wow the songs are great. You might've noticed me posting some of the groups like TCW, AKYR, etc. So far the animation for the series is self is pretty good, though they're changing a few story beats from the audio dramas. Like man we're getting starved on AKYR content. In terms of my favs, they're Saimon, Haruomi, Hokusai, and Shiki with Anne getting an honorable mention as well

Undead Unluck: I love the fast-paced humor and animation. I think the director for the Monogatari series is working on this and it's paying off in spades.

I'm dreading next week's episode of Jujutsu Kaisen and I'm praying that when Hiromi's in the anime that he'll get a good casting for both sub and dub (my hopes are Akio Otsuka and Joe J. Thomas, but that's personal bias talking). If he ends up dying I might drop the series.

Black Jack appeared in episode 1 of Pluto and that got me so stoked. Like I know Black Jack and Astro Boy are both Tezuka, but still.

Everything else is great, mind you, but my mind can only process so much. I'm also hoping to see Boy & The Heron when it comes out because Robert Pattinson actually voice acts in it, so here's hoping he gets other opportunities like that.

I'll most likely edit this post to add some other things, but yeah, that's my current status atm!

#long post #pikes rambles

[sniper-childe]

Some notes of a chili role swap au that I will never write

AKA 1.3k+ words worth of headcanons ft. Archon Childe and Harbinger Zhongli :D

Rex Mare / Celestial Vanguard / Flawless Lily

Has served Celestia for six thousand years. And like his devotion to the Tsaritsa, this Childe has a seemingly unbreakable bond with Celestia.

As the Archon of Justice, he is their judge, jury, and executioner. He upholds the Heavenly Principles more than any of the other archons.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own morals and sense of justice. He firmly believes that the most certain thing about our world is we know nothing—that we are all just fools—and that only by continually seeking knowledge and truth are we virtuous. This means he likes learning new stuff and mastering it. Kinda like how og Childe is with weapons but with basically everything.

This is the main value of the Land of Justice and it is the foundation of the many Schools of Thought. This is also why Snezhnaya’s best scholars are called the Fatui :D

However, the god is not as flawless as his people think. He refuses to see what Celestia truly is because of his faith. [insert here the complexities of letting go of your devotion that ultimately boils down to fear. Fear of retaliation to a rebellion, fear of a stripped identity without your faith, fear of the loneliness when you learn your god never existed in the first place and she is merely a collection of ideologies that you hold so closely to exonerate yourself of your blind eyes and bloody hands]

If you read the second story in my Ajax: Champion of Dreams series, you might realize I have some kind of religious trauma HAHAHAHAHDJGKG (living in an Asian country that is widely Catholic and Christian will do that to ya ;)) this is why I need the Fontaine Arc to be Anti-Church. I’ve mentioned this before but damn it. I NEED. Or at least touch the complexities of faith (and losing it) as mentioned above. You know? Of course, I don’t want it to be heavy-handed and Honkai handled this stuff well so I just— aaaaaa

Appearance: kinda like Taishakuten from Onmyoji but replace the lotus for the lily of the valley that actually chimes. They are the Damning Bells you hear before an execution.

Why lily of the valley? It’s the national flower of Serbia :D

Also, I know “cleansing bells” are more of an eastern thing but Catholics have bells too right? Bells are known to purify one’s soul or place of worship. If criminals think the god’s bells are damning, his followers revere them as their salvation. The cleansing of lilies in water—washing them of their impure thoughts and deeds. They are what gives them clarity so that they may hold court without bias.

To subvert the modern dystopia setting trope, Childe likes to come down from the White Palace to the valley and chill with the common people to ensure fairness among his subjects. This has made his country and its people endeared to him and he has become protective of them.

On one of his excursions, he meets a man from Liyue.

Fifth of the Seven Stars / Harbinger of Misery / Last of His Kind

五 (wǔ, the number 5) sounds like 呜 (wū) which is an onomatopoeia for crying. So number 5 in Chinese Numerology is considered unlucky.

Also yes, while the Tsaritsa needs Eleven Harbingers, Ningguang (the Geo Archon in this AU) only needs seven. She calls them the Qixing or the Seven Stars.

He is still a half-dragon, half-qilin but is far younger than og Zhongli.

About three thousand years ago, he slipped into a crack. He stayed in the Abyss for what seemed like 3 months but actually, millennia had passed in Teyvat.

In this world, Guizhong was the first Geo Archon but during the Cataclysm, she passed and Ningguang took the mantle.

Her death was not because of the Cataclysm though but because of her nature as an emphatic god—she didn’t approve of razing civilizations. She defied Celestia and paid the price. This is what sets Liyue’s vendetta against Celestia.

Appearance: He looks like White Asura. He wears a lot of white. A lot happened while he was gone and when he returned, it was tragedy after tragedy. And as a qilin-dragon and adeptus, he has a duty to Liyue and its people, so he’s immediately put to work. He hasn’t had the proper time to breathe and grieve. So he’s in an eternal state of mourning.

I actually have tried writing Zhongli, an immortal god who remembers everything, who is actively grieving (and it’s the hardest thing, let me tell you). I’ve imagined him trying to prolong his grief. I think he’d be the type of person to box it away because he has all the time in the world. Why should he have to face something that’s making him sad now? I think every stage of grief for immortals would take centuries.

So I think he actively supported Ningguang’s cause to not let himself breathe and grieve, not just to uphold the oldest contract. Because does he really deserve it when he wasn’t there to protect his family?

Anyways,,

A younger Morax was brazen and callous was canon, right? So I guess this is also what this Zhongli is. And he fell into the Abyss before the Golden Age of the Guili Assembly. So I think he’s more of an isolationist here like how other adepti are. He probably acts a lot like Xiao but has more bite and bark.

He was sent to Snezhnaya to steal the Hydro Archon’s gnosis. There he meets a man, picking lilies by a stream that leads to the sea. And he makes the first friend he’s ever had in… too long.

PS. Here is a picture of White Asura LOL. Listen His and Taishakuten's story feels like a chili role swap au. Go look them up, you won't regret it.

Some worldbuilding stuff that nobody probably will care about because it doesn’t have anything to do with chili BUT this is here so that you can imagine what would be their first meeting like, what would be their first impressions of each other, how would they act around each other, etc. (I actually have my own imagined scene at the bottom hajasdhh)

Snezhnaya is mountainous that is good for fortress-like cities. From the tallest mountain, water falls from the White Palace (even at such a high altitude, the Hydro Archon keeps the water flowing) down to a river that leads to the sea. This river cuts through the valley that the mountains surround.

The forts and castles in the mountain region are home to the nobles. While the valley is for the farmhands and common folk.

The class system is such that philosophers are considered the nobility. Social mobility is possible through the Imperial Exams. If you’re good enough to bullshit through essay questions that test your ethical, logical, and legal knowledge, then you can have a piece of land and a title :D

Ever since the Cataclysm, and the death of Guizhong, the diplomatic relationship between Liyue and the other nations has been strenuous. Maritime trading has become less ideal but there is a small port in Snezhnaya (Morepesok) that connects the country to the others.

Liyue’s main trade has become highly regulated. Export has become more expensive and has become a symbol of status among the rich and powerful outside the nation. Handwoven silk now sells at a minimum of 10 million mora!

Liyue has the best relationship with Mondstadt. The in-land trade between these two nations is the “only way in” to Liyue so to speak.

Liyue was the Land of Commerce so when it closed off itself from the rest of the world, there was an economic collapse. Self-sustaining cities have survived this but there have been less fortunate ones.

I mostly focused on class and symbols of status and wealth because I imagine that in their first meeting… Childe looks like a fisherman. And from an outsider, that must mean he’s illiterate, right????? Imagine the insult to everything sacred to Snezhnaya when Liyue’s diplomat actually thought that the Archon of Justice and Court Trials doesn’t even know how to read or write. Imagine Zhongli actually having so much money that he’ll splurge it on the poor fisherman he’s somehow befriended. IMAGINE!

#genshin impact #childe #zhongli #zhongchi #genshin chili #tartali #tartaglia #archon childe #harbinger zhongli #genshin impact au #genshin fic ideas #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin au #genshin impact headcanons

[justbiran]

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 17 OF DUNGEONS AND DADDIES

Damn I feel bad for Risky Click now....

That intro was dark, okay

"Hobby you get paid for" wait so does that mean that his mom doesn't like her job???

I love Link so much, all of his facts are just so.... Him

THIS PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS- DEJA VUUUUU

*screech* is my new favorite character.

Them gasping at Scary's intro is one of my favorite things. The little things in life....

2050s??????? IT ISN'T 2050 IN CANON- WHERE'D THE TIMELINE GO?!? THEY SAID 25 YEARS LATER AFTER SEASON 1, SEASON 1 WAS AROUND 2020, SO WOULDNT IT BE THE 2040S???

pleassssseeee not the goofy taken impression

THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELLLLLLL PLEASE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT CELL ORGANELLES IN MY ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY CLASS TODAY

Scary has limits??? (/hj) Wowwwwwwww

Okay I'm starting to like Hermie.

DORITO DEVITO THAT'S THE BEST NAME EVER

Lark>>>> PLEASE GIVE US MOMMA LARK.

oh dorito has a horrifying voice

Lincoln.... Why.... 😭😭😭 we're never gonna get out of this papa johns arc

Don't you dare let my second favorite character die-

lArK you- I love him 😭

HERMIEEEEEEEEEEE SHITTT OKAY I LOVE HIM NOW

ALL FOUR CAN FIT IN THE BOX?!? 😭😭😭😭 SeVeN pEoPlE iN bOxEs-

120 boxes of pizza 😭😭😭😭 this is insane

"Can you order calzone people? Like is that an item on the menu?" I'M DONE- "They have like the big subs-" MHDYDKYDKGDKYXKYFKYX PLEASE STOP /j

~ad break~

Matt having a conversation with himself 😭😭😭😭 I'M CRYING- THIS IS SO FUNNY STOPPPPPP

WHY'D HE USE HIS OWN NAMEEEEEEEE MATT COME ON

"IT'S EARTH DUDE, THEY GOT *69" I love this cast so much

70 ORDERS OF BREADSTICKS WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!! 😭😭😭

YOU'LL SEE THE PRICE ON THE RECEIPT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASEEEEEEEE

LARK IS THE FUNNIEST OF THE "DADS" LIKE HE'S A "DILF", HE'S A MEME, HE'S ACTUALLY SOMEWHAT SANE, BUT HE ISN'T EVEN A DAD! He just wants to eat the calzones. Me too bestie.

You can just HEAR Lark grinning when he said "I did~" he's gotta be very proud of that.

LARK REGRESSING OH MY GOD PLEASE LET HIM BECOME THE LORD OF CHAOS AGAIN

Link/Matt totally wants to get rid of Hermie.

Risky "Rick" Click

Hermie alreAdy looks like Risky- I love this podcast so much y'all.

~ad break~ (Beth "our feet are touching" May)

"Here's a tip, get a new job!" That little bit- okay every bit is fantastic, I should stop.

YOU BUILT THE WRONG ROOM MOTHERFUCKER. Taylor needs to meet Glenn. This needs to happen. Make it happen.

This is gonna be a common occurrence isn't it. Trapping themselves in a room with Click.

4 EPISODES IN A ROW FOR INITIATIVE. *Scary groan style* OHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD.

SCARY NO-

"Just a polite concussion."

EXPLODES- HOLY SHIT SCARY-

What the fuck Hermie- this man is not normal. It has to be a likely, I mean he just automatically transforms into lookalikes of people 😭

AWWWWWWW HE PULLED HIM IN A HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THAT'S SO CUTEEEEEE (I was kinda enjoying the almost childlike Lark and Sparrow, but that's fine)

"I'm sorry I said it" euhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh see this is why Lark is the better twin-

"Too old to share a calzone with your pop pop?" 😭😭😭

CHILD LARK! YOU'RE A VERY STRONG BOY!

Calzone- "Nothings fine; everything's fucked up. That's right, I said it: the f-word."

I love how Hermie went from loving Scary, to Normal, to Taylor.

The wombussy- please stop 😭

"You just hear them staring at each other" You HEAR their stares.

The ~purr~ of the engine of the 🐱wagon

Awwwwww this has gotten really sad really quickly... I just want to join the Norm + Sparrow hug. They both need it. More so Normal but whatever.

"We're gonna have to do it again" DON'T TELL ME IT'S CODE PURPLE. BITCH I'LL FUCKING LOSE IT IF WE GOTTA GET RID OF THE HELL BOIS. DON'T YOU DARE.

also Will's characters are always the main characters. you can't convince me otherwise.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #dndaddies spoilers