#illustrating my playlist i guess!

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Dança sol e mar, guardarei no olhar

(I know this is Portuguese not Spanish, but if fits so well and it's from the song they were dancing to...)

Slowly they began to sway and move forwards and backwards. Despite the song having a positive and melodic beat, the story it told was not a happy one. Helena and Nozel were completely not in synch with the music, since he was leading her to a classical ballroom dance, but Helena did not care. She was overjoyed Nozel held her in his arms and was dancing with her. She looked at him with adoration. Love. That’s what she was feeling and it was wonderful. This whole time he was softly gazing at Helena.

Illustration and scene from chapter 31. La puesta del sol of Paper Hearts Black Clover fanfiction.

Mellon soup pose reference (because when I saw it, it just fit the chapter)

Plylist links

Youtube Spotify

#I'm curious do you know the song??? #Can you guess? #or use the internet to check it xddd #Have fun with the playlists! I listen to them so much and my rl friends do as well #even though most have no idea why they were created #mellon soup pose reference #paper hearts scene #paper hearts illustration #nozel silva #helena drazel #nozel x helena #nozelena

[n3ongold3n]

From the old ones with love The most kitschy and self-indulgent kotaloy playlist nobody but me asked for <3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0XUb5ciAhoJgbfsXZuPLuU?si=acf6ae4a33a04312

some thoughts below

There is so much 80′s 😅 Well they can’t know what is cringe today so there’s that. And since the databases were purged, I feel they have to scavence their music from datapoints around the world so that leads to some eclectic mixes :’) Look, I had to choose the Erdmöbel version of ‘close to you’ because it’s just better and more neutral :) The birds in your garden song still makes me laugh in that context because - idk - it fits - he’d be way too overly respectful to assume. I also had to include Sinatra - at least some songs must have survived in Vegas. And this one made me laugh - i think Kotallo would have a good humor about it too 💪 Toto just wanted to stay in the list - it was originally just a moodboard song but never got removed because the tone is still right even though it’s such a well-trodden path. Dull flame of desire is probably a liiiittle to long, björky, and repetetitive for a nice playlist but i just love it for them and at the end it can’t do much harm. (I’d love to hear what people think! 😅)

#kotaloy #kotallo #don't say i didn't warn you #about the kitschyness #i just love them so much!!!!!!!!! #i said i'd make it and here i am yay! no illustration sadly but i can only do so much atm :') #no second-guessing we post like men (or how the saying goes) #fanmix #my playlists #(have to update the tag somehow for the filter to not show stuff that's not from me lest i brag with other people's work) #n's misc

[lytorika]

I designed a character i think. maybe

#oc #original character #illustration #ref sheet #??. #trying to think of how to tag this so i can find it again if i need it #i basically know nothing about them but they have a playlist and i guess their name is richter #also a vampire. i think. #originally designed them for a dnd campaign based on the witcher universe but that's not happening so #who are you #what do i do with you. do i keep you as a witcher oc. #i liked my witcher concept but also i don't wanna be dependent on witcher lore so ig i'll just cherry-pick some lore AMDNNSNDM #they're a higher vampire and i would've been so cool and special for not playing a witcher or sorceress/j #Richter #richter something man you don't even have a proper tag

[chubsonthemoon]

Happy Binderary 2024!! Kicking things off with the fantastic Never understood a single word he said by dear friend @aboxthecolourofheartache. I had the best time beta'ing this for Box and just had to have it on my shelf! More pics and process info under the cut:

had an absolute blast packing as many easter eggs as I could into this one! it's a roadtrip gone wrong fic heh, so I went for a scrapbook/collage cover made of the same kraft paper I usually use for paperbacks, but left the hinge + spine exposed. I tore each piece from a different sheet of scrapbook paper, so the resulting texture is really fun:

I also went to town with references to some of the events in the story, particularly on the back of the cover. the postcard is probably my favorite element; here are my few first practice runs on scratch paper (along with some of my colored pencil testings for the markings on the map) before I went for it on the real cover!

I repurposed the ribbon graphics I originally drew for another bind (@feralrookie's right where I should be ❤️). the music notes on the first page notate the rhythm of the opening lines of the song the fic is based on, Three Dog Night's "Joy to the World," which I had on loop while I was typesetting this! ("Jeremiah was a bullfrog/Was a good friend of mine.") Box's taste in trigun-themed country and blues is impeccable, and I have a whole spotify playlist made almost entirely of her recs ehe :3

the blank/empty ribbon appears between chapter 1 and the epilogue for story reasons ehe; really wanted to convey the feeling of "where did the music go?", because I also listened to American Pie a lot while making this lolol.

also added little camera graphic at the end, which reminded me of meryl's occupation as a journalist, but the hands/lack of a face holding the camera also gives me the uncanny feeling of being watched/photographed (also plot relevant heh). camera graphic and the house graphic at the beginning are both sourced from Heritage Type's free vintage illustrations, from a series of packs called "Hands Holding Stuff."

the hand holding the house on the title page gave me wolfwood's confessional-on-the-go vibes, BUT it was originally held straight like this:

so I decided to tilt it to give it more of that feeling of instability and "oh shit my entire world is being turned upside down rn god the exits WHERE ARE THE EXITS (there are no exits)" feeling present in the fic :D so I guess it's more of a knives reference?? still, the kind of "what is even going on here?" reaction I had when I first saw it fits well with the title, so I went with it!

and that's it for now!! I'll be out of town for the next week or so, but I have a bunch more projects I'm really excited to share this month, along with some long-overdue author copies that I'm excited to get mailed to their rightful homes!

finally, thank you SO much for letting me bind your work, Box!!! it's always such a pleasure <333

#trigun #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #nicholas d. wolfwood #fanbinding #bookbinding #ficbinding #binderary 2024 #Never understood a single word he said #aboxthecolourofheartache

[formulapai]

THE MUSES BY YOUR SIDE PT1

a Lance Stroll social media AU

scenario: the “history of literature”’s student taking over instagram slowly attracts a driver, curious about beautiful words and dazzling writings. OR how to fall in love through poems and handwritten letters.

warning:

pai’s words: i studied history of literature while in uni (this is not the name it has where I live but from what I’ve read, it’s part of what I studied) and absolutely fell in love with poems analysis. also, i have an unhealthy obsession with myths so yeah.

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1. Putting words on words, explaining the explanation.

2. Went to the market, fell in love with mirrors and what they reflected. The sky, the clouds, my eyes, the seller’s kind smile, life passing by.

3. Gaia is learning about her Name and what it implies, carefully reading as she takes in the beauty of her own myth.

4. “Le Villi” Bartolomeo Giuliano.

user1: gaia seems to be enjoying her book ! can we know what it is ?

romanticalliope: Of course darling, it’s Pride and Prejudice ! She surely took a liking to it, as I did after reading it the first time. 🤍

user2: those mirrors are to DIE for, i need them plz

romanticalliope: They are, aren’t they ? I sadly didn’t take one home..

user3: Will we have another poem analysis soon ? I love them so much, it helps me a lot with understanding literature !

romanticalliope: I’m very grateful for your comment, helping all of you understand poetry is my main goal and I’m glad it’s working. An analysis will be out tomorrow ! 🤍

user4: Hey, random question but do you have a playlist ? I feel like you have divine music tastes 🥹🥹🥹

romanticalliope: Well, that’s a high praise, thank you my sweet. I don’t have a public playlist for now but will surely make one if people are interested :) 🤍

user1: YES PLEASE

user5: we are SO interested 🥳🥳

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user7: I WAS WAITING FOR IT OMG

user8: Thank you for this analysis!! 🥹🫶

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1. One of the Water Lily’s paintings from Claude Monet, in Paris. Undoubtedly one of my favorite paintings, it’s truly magnificent.

2. Matching Spider-Man Lego keychains with my friend. I’ll forever be enamored with my friends.

3. Gaia is disturbing my reading time as the sun is hugging us. Karma is the cat purring on my lap because it loves me, I guess.

4. The market in the morning, the scent of newspapers and mimosas surrounding us.

user2: the Spider-Man keychains omg 🥹🥹

user9: estie bestie would love them lol

user2: oh bestie while I 100% agree, I doubt Cassie knows about estie bestie..

romanticalliope: Ahah, I do know about Esteban :) and I bet he’d adore them too 🤍

user11: CASSIE SWIFTIE ???

romanticalliope: Confirmed 🥰

user5: I feel like you really like Impressionism, is it your favorite style ?? Also I LOVE this painting, still didn’t have the chance to see it IRL :(

romanticalliope: Impressionism is my favorite indeed ! I hope you’ll be able to see it soon, it’s truly something 🤍

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1. A new tattoo, an illustration for Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe. While I don’t particularly like this writer, this poem has changed the trajectory of my life and I felt it was only fair to have it engraved in me, forever.

2. Walking back from university and feeling leaves crunching beneath my weight, the smell of wet asphalt taking over my senses.

3. My friends and I going to the Lego store and standing in front of the keychains for a good few minutes, admiring the tiny persons.

4. A picture with Esteban, from 2016, baby face and all. For those not believing I actually knew who he was 😬😉

estebanocon: Nooon les deux enfants qu’on était ! On doit faire d’autre photos plus récentes 🤣 (nooo the two children we were ! we need to take more recent pictures)

romanticalliope: Invite moi dans le garage Alpine et on prend autant de photos que tu veux 😭 (invite me inside the Alpine garage and we’ll take as much pics as you want)

estebanocon: Bien compris 🫡 (understood)

user12: THE TATTOO OH GOD ITS SO PRETTY

user13: ESTIE 😭😭😭 A BABY

user14: I didn’t expect to see f1 related posts on this account 😬 not complaining tho !

user2: me neither !

user9: the tattoo is breathtaking, cheers to the artist !!

#lance stroll fluff #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll #Lance stroll social media au #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 #Lance stroll smau

[tropical-lycan]

The Foxhole Camp (All for the Game slasher movie AU)

BIG UPDATE : Some concepts art are out you can find them on my Tumblr account! ALSO CHAPTER 1 IS OUT

AND WE GOT AN OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

WARNING -> Spoilers for All for the Game trilogy and dark themes (horror)

I GOT SO INSPIRED BY THIS FANART BY @kururusti, the horror atmosphere coming from that fanart gave me literal chills, I love it.

I just had a crazy idea : what if AFTG wasn't about sports and mafia, but was a 1980s/90s slasher horror movie?

I thought of this because when I was younger I went to a French Summer Camp called "La Renardière" (literally meaning something close to "The Foxhole") and also because I'm a big fan of classic horror movies taking place in summer camps, such as Friday the 13th and Sleepaway Camp.

So, my plot idea is that in this universe, all of the Foxes are not sports player, but summer camp councelors, and they have to take care of kids. And Neil's dad is a slasher coming after them (let's keep his nickname "The Butcher", it's perfect for a slasher).

My plot idea is that Neil is the son of a murderous man (who is not a mafia boss in this version, he's just some crazy dude with an axe) and he ran away with his mother because the Butcher tried to kill them (think of movies like The Shining). They're still on the run because the Butcher really wants to finish the job (not sure why tho I have to think more about it). Like in the original story, Neil's mother gets killed and he is still chased by Nathan. One day the Butcher attacks him in the forest and leaves him to die (well I guess Nathan thought he had killed Neil or something like that, but he was just badly injured and survived). The councelors of the Foxhole Camp find him wounded in the forest while doing camp activities with the kids and decide to take care of him. Wymack who is the person running the camp offers him a job there after he recovers from his injuries (and I 100% imagine Andrew taking care of his wounds ❤️‍🩹). The Butcher will somehow discover that Neil isn't dead and he will try to murder all of them.

Now I'll do a quick summary of how I imagine each character's role with pictures from horror movies to illustrate the vibe (I might do my own concept arts later!!).

Note that the gifs I picked are NOT actor headcanons, it's mostly characters or concepts that inspired my ideas. I'll give the name of each movie/TV show if you're interested.

Also, I forgot to mention, but I imagine this AU taking place in the 80s, with a similar vibe/aesthetic to Stranger Things.

NEIL JOSTEN

(gif is Tommy Jarvis from Friday the 13th)

As I said, the Butcher was originally after Neil, meaning that in that AU he has the role of the Final Girl. Well...Final boy? Let's say final babygirl. He is the character who knows the killer personaly and has a deep childhood history with them (like Laurie Strode from the Halloween saga). Like in the original, he is very secretive and pretends to be someone else because he is afraid his father might find out that he is still alive. He becomes a camp councelor with the other Foxes and loves to play Exy with the kids (Exy still exists in that AU as part of the camp activities). I also imagine that he has no clue how to take care of kids and is still oblivious af. I mean...imagine that guy looking after children it's the funniest thing ever. I'm sure a lot of them ask him about how he got his scars.

At first he doesn't tell the Foxes what really happened to him and pretends he was attacked by a wild animal.

ANDREW & AARON MINYARD

(gif is JD from the Heathers movie, and yes...Heathers kinda is a horror movie???)

Okay maybe I was wrong when I said Neil taking care of kids would be the funniest thing...ANDREW DOING THAT IS EVEN FUNNIER. I kinda imagine him to be like a councelor helping Abby Winfield in the Infirmary (and yeah he steals meds and alcohol). He still has his dark and mysterious vibe (and I kinda imagine him dressing in a similar fashion to JD from Heathers, hence my gif choice). He would also be the guy suspected to be the killer (like Eddie Munson in Stranger Things 4), because he still has his mental health issue in that version. I also think it would be interesting to keep the backstory he has with Aaron and their mother, except they end up in a summer camp and not in an Exy team (it makes even more sense for people to think that he is the killer because of the rumors he killed his mom). Most of the kids find him terrifying, but i'm sure most of them see him as a rockstar or living urban legend. As in the books, he really doesn't give a fuck about his job. He will also be the one to discover Neil's secret, and I want a scene where he directly fights with the Butcher. I also imagine a cute romantic scene where Neil and him will go swimming in the lake at night (i'll probably make a fanart of this <3).

Aaron wouldn't change much compared to the books, I just think he would be really pissed when people accuse his brother of being the killer (while not being sure himself that he isn't). He would often leave the camp without telling people in order to see Kathy (who doesn't work there at all), leading people to believe at some point that he might be dead. I also want a scene where he pretends to be Andrew (who is chased by people who think he is the killer) in order to save him.

Drake, who knows that Andrew is working at a camp councelor, will try to trespass the camp at night in order to get to Andrew. And well...I guess Aaron will kill him as well and it will add more tension within the group (as if there was not enough murders happening there).

NICKY HEMMICK

(gif is Xavier from American Horror story season 9 : Camp Redwood)

Nicky would stay true to himself: proud to be gay and flirty with the male councelors, even though it must be harder for him since this AU takes place in the 80s. I imagine to be the funny guy of the bunch, throwing one-liners at the killer. I think that he would be more invested in the job than Andrew and Aaron.

ALLISON REYNOLDS + SETH GORDON

(I almost wanted to put a gif of Allison Reynolds from Breakfast Club as a joke but well...It's Chris from Carrie, I'd love to see Allison with that haircut)

She would be the stereotypical bimbo, but with more personality when you get to know her. I think Seth would be the first one to die and it would impact her character development and make her wanna take revenge on the Butcher. I imagine Seth to be like the stereotypical jock, still a jerk. This time he is killed by Nathan's axe and not because of Riko. I don't have much more ideas for them yet, but I love to imagine that Allison starts as a typical bitch and then she learns how to survive and becomes a badass character (like Emma Mountebank from the horror game The Quarry).

I think that Seth would be killed while the two of them are...Well...Doing... what camp councelor couples do in 80s horror movies... Allison somehow manages to escape the Butcher and to tell the others that Seth died.

RENEE WALKER

(gif is Robin Buckley from Stranger Things)

I don't have much ideas for Reenee yet but I'm open for suggestions if you guys have ideas. I think her story would stay similar to the original books as well. I just love to imagine that she tries to teach Andrew how to act more friendly with the kids, and making fun of him when as fails miserably to be a sociable human being (come on Andrew, the kids are freaked out by your crazy medicated smile). I also think that in their freetime they like to hang out and throw knives on the camp's archery targets. She is probably one of the most loved councelors.

DAN WILDS

(gif is Deena Johnson from Fear Street)

Dan is trying to do what's best for the kids. Her group would still be divided with the monsters on the other side because she is part of the ones who believe that Andrew might be the killer. She is sceptical when Neil tries to tell the Foxes that there is a murderer running around. Wymack puts her in charge when he has to leave the camp (not knowing that Kevin...well, you know their secret) and she takes that role very seriously, as the leader of the gang and "the rational one".

MATT BOYD

(gif is Chris Washington from Get Out)

I think that Matt would often try to play the role of the hero, fighting the Butcher many times to protect his friends. I don't have much ideas for him either but I'm open for suggestions!

KEVIN DAY + THE RAVENS

(gif is Kurt from Fear Street)

In this version I think that Kevin has something to do with the Butcher too. I'm not sure what, but I'd like to keep the idea that he knows Neil from his former life as well. Maybe he was another victim that survived, or one of his relatives was killed by the Butcher in front of his eyes. In this AU the Ravens are camp councelors from a rival Summer Camp (Evermore Camp). Kevin used to be part of them but he ran away because they have questionable methods when it comes to taking care of the kids (Riko put that fucking knife down, will ya?). Riko would be a psycho bully and a minor antagonist. He would also attack the Foxes and use the Butcher's murders as a cover-up.

Kevin and Riko take the rivalry between the Foxhole Camp and Evermore Camp very seriously. They often battle against each other in events such as Exy competitions and Capture the flag. The Foxhole Camp is considered to be a shitty and dangerous summer camp while Evermore Camp is for rich kids (in a similar vibe to the rivalry between Shadyside and Sunnyvale kids in Fear Street).

THE BUTCHER A.K NATHAN WESNINSKI

Our slasher!! As I said before he would be obsessed with the idea of killing Neil and the Foxes in the most gruesome way possible. The chemestry between the two will be very personal, like most killer vs final girl dynamic in slasher movies. I'm sure he will have some second winds... As for how he will look I don't know for sure? I like the idea that he is wearing an Exy helmet, in a similar fashion to Jason Voorheese's iconic hockey mask.

So yeah that's my idea for this AU. If you guys want to add ideas you can always contact me!! It'd be so cool to see what you think of it :D

I will do fanarts based on that AU if you're interested enough 🫵🫵🫵 I mean we need Neil and Andrew in summer camp staff uniforms...

#aftg #all for the game #AFTG slasher AU #slasher movies #aftg AU #alternate universe #the foxhole camp #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard

[yourmaidsp]

How do you come up with your compositions? They are so cool I wanna know if you have any huge inspirations :-) your art is so lovely

Hiiiiiii! Awww thanks for the appreciation!

I'm actually working on a more comprehensive art tutorial rn (bc someone asked here earlier), that would include composition， but I'll do a shorter answer first for u bc you're asking sth. more specific ?( hope it's okey (❁´◡`❁))

(Oh and also I've seen ur req! don't worry, I'm doing that as well, it's just there's still some before yours( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`))

Um and when the long tutorial is out, feel free to check that out ~

On Composition:

Goal

For me the goal of my illustration r Storytelling n full on Emotional experience.

(It's something I've been trying to achieve but cannot guarantee I hit it all the time, sometimes bc of my habit I'll lost myself during the process and looking back find out I miss something important, so the following is the best theories I could provide. Most of improvement r still in daily practice(●'◡'●))

To paint with beautiful compostion, you'll first have a solid story in mind, it can be simplified into " who when where n what", writing them down on a note n stick it near by would help.

And as to emotional experience, is something I can't get hold of all the time... music might help I guess? I have headcanon playlists for every chatacter or ship I wanna paint, and extract emotions from them everyday.

But there's some practical methods too.

Methods

I've worked storyboard n director for 2 years in the past, even though I'm not proud of the projects I worked on, some knowledge might still be useful.

It's mostly 2 methods: Silhouette & Movement

Well for silhouettes there's already bunch of books discussing this, one of my favs is Framed Ink, I'm sure u can find a pdf somewhere on the net.

(I find this photo on the internet bc mine is not around)

Basically it's that, think about the objects within your image, by using shadows n their original colors, you can split it into interesting shapes. This will visually elevate the overall feeling of composition.

Also, there's a cheat build in humem's understanding of an image.

basically this, putting important object on the 1/3 points of an image is the fastest cheat.

Also, contrast your silhouette. If you're painting sth that has no background, try giving your silhouette a constrasted design.

(like in this one, the right side is smooth but I'm putting lots of variation on the left.)

For movement, think about your image as a shot taken when your characters r doing sth.

They would each have a direction to move to, and that forms their movement. Your job here is to arrange them into logical or emotional lines.

If it's a series of work, u can plan out the movement toward the same direction.

(the only time you're seeing their car facing left is when they stopped, I was trying to say that their trip kinda ends here)

Also for manga, comic n movie, make sure your important information is within safe area.

(the area within dotted lines is the safe area, u want your character's expression to be mostly within it. if it's like extreme close-up, the certain area u want to emphasize should be within it.)

I have some examples for these two theories.

First let's analyze this screenshot of one of Kurosawa's film, Seven Samurais.

The story here is that these guys r about to fight, possibly some big conflict. There silhouette can be sumed up like this, within the orange line.

We see this guy sticking out from this shape, implying he might be the head of this crowd.

Movement wise, their spears n heads face the same direction, telling u that the enemy will come from that side. Even this is a still frame, the movement is implied perfectly.

Another sample from Synecdoche,NY by Charlie Kauffman

This is a minimalist way of conveying emotion, u only see one main character here, and hardly any movement. Why is it so powerful?

Our main character, Caden, is in the almost center of this shot. He has a clear n simple shape. You don't normally put your main object in the center, so we'd assume he's very important.

Then there's this repeated notes in the background. When something is repeated a lot, it giver u an impression of pressure. Especially when he's surrounded by them, and they take more space within the frame than he does.

Also, this is a down shot, the camera is pointing down and behind him. You'll feel your character being watched or at his lower point of life when u do that.

Inspirations:

Movies mostly, and traditional artists.

Back when I was in film school I watched a bunch of movies n that slowly became a habit, movies r very good sources for ideas.

Even if you're not having enough time, watching reviews n analysis would also help, (but I'd suggest u try to consume the films not listening to critics to get a unique experience.)

Some of my favourite directors are:

Kelly Reichardt (First Cow)

Apichatpong (Tropical Malady, Memoria);

Charlie Kaufman (Synecdoche NY, Adaptaion);

Satoshi Kon (Paprika, Perfect Blue);

Kurosawa Akira (Yume, Kagemusha );

Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz );

Kusturica (Black Cat White Cat, Underground 1995);

Carol Reed (The Third Man)

Errrm I hope it's helpful? (❁´◡`❁) The next tutorial is gonna be even longer.

#maid's requests #art tips #art theory

[weather-cluddy]

My Mikoto playlist, for all your waiting for Double needs.

A Sleepwalker On This Mortal Shore/A Sleepwalker Gazing on Nirvana, by Hello Tanita-san/Tatsuya Kitani. (Self-cover)

Fun fact, the animation for this one was made by Mana Inoue, same person who did the PV for Weakness, How To Be in Love With You and Bring it On! You can definitely see the similarities with the first two, with the use of photographs 'glued' to 2D drawings. This one pushes the body horror a fair bit further, though. Be prepared for writhing brains made of realistic human fingers and such. (Also, the vocaloid version's CC subs has a mistake at 2:23)

OP by Hachiya Nanashi

Flight Instinct by Last Note

Run! by Polysics

Opening from Cells at Work Black, in which your average overworked salaryman's body is depicted as a 'black company' in miniature where their cells must struggle not so much to fix things as to just postpone the inevitable for another day, growing increasingly desperate and despondent all the while. IIRC, things got bad enough that the English version of the last few manga volumes shipped with suicide hotline numbers in the back.

Somehow still the cheeriest song in here.

Disordered Self-restraint Girl by otetsu (Note: flashing lights)

There's Supposed to be a Cheat Code for Happiness by UtataP

Ceremony Day and Manhole by Polyphonic Branch

Walk Tall and Die by TadanoCo/4o

You might know this one from the Eve cover, which has more views than the original. I really enjoyed the lyrics, both individual lines and as a whole. It's quite nice how they go from harsh and frustrated to softer as the song goes on.

There Was No Savior by YASUHIRO (Translation)

Disqualified Town by Yonaka

Fun fact: I picked this song before Mikoto's T2 cover got announced, so the fact that MV shows Miku wearing a gas mask is 100% a coincidence.

On An Empty Morning by kemu (Utaite ver.) (Translation)

I really like this song because the tone changes a lot depending on your interpretation. Does the calm tune represent the singer at long last achieving peace after terrible pain, leading a life that's mundane and sometimes difficult but ultimately worthwhile? Or have they just sunk into apathy, emotionlessly sacrificing other people just to continue their empty lifestyle, having so little concept of happiness that they actually think they're fulfilled by this?

Both options are pretty interesting. And well, in the context of Mikoto's crime, "I take someone’s fleeting future and use it as a stepping stone" takes on a new meaning.

I Hear the Sound of Someone Else's Business by Ame no MurakumoP (Translation)

I linked to a fan PV that honestly deserves more attention (less than 30 views, seriously!?). The PV uses a lot of white and dark blue, but I don't think it switches fast enough to require a flashing lights warning? The official upload uses a still image, if it helps.

Synesthesia Ghost by Nekobolo/sasanomaly

La Mersonnalité by Misato Kurematsu

Don’t Carry Our Memories Away by rinri (EMA ver.) (Translation)

The EMA cover isn't official or anything, but it's my favorite version so I'm gonna link it too. The original does have the advantage of having Mikoto Meika singing it, though.

It's kind of interesting how different the illustrations for the original and the cover feel: in the original we see the boy smiling desperately wide as he faces towards the shore, like he's reassuring somebody watching. Meanwhile in the cover he looks indifferent or perhaps annoyed, but for the last chorus he turns around fully and splashes around as if inviting you to follow him.

Childhood by MushiP

The Good Child and the Fox by Kikou

Silver Warp by YUUKI MIYAKE/Napoli-P (Utaite ver.) (Translation)

I was going to write about how Ore would be the brother that gets caught when escaping and is implied to stab his parents, while Boku is the one that gets away... and then I noticed the funerary portrait at the end. Just pretend it isn't there, I guess Or take it metaphorically.

The Full-Throttle Abscondence. by Pekoro

Delusion Girl by Touyu

This playlist is mostly based on Boku, but I see this song as being about both alters. The whole "crushing despair of normalcy" part being obviously Boku, and the desire to save somebody to justify your own existence being Ore. I think that if Fuuta were a bit older this song would fit him pretty well too.

Hide and Seek -reprise- by BuzzG (Translation)

Magician In Love by Koyori

Imposter Advisory by 150p (Utaite ver.) (Alternate translation) (Note: flashing lights)

Perfect Crime Love Letter by 150p (Utaite ver. + alternate translation) (Note: flashing lights)

Red is Scary by Iyowa (Translation)

Cyber Thunder Cider by EZFG

It Takes 3 Minutes to Listen to a 3 Minute Song by Owata-P

There's No One Who's Bad at Art by Suttaka

Love, Me Normally by Will Wood (Lyrics)

Dense Forest of Morals by OPA (Translation)

I'm Controversial by Ado (Note: flashing lights)

Fraulein=Biblioteca by nyanyannya

I'm imagining this one being sung by Es, or at least Mikoto's impression of Es (kind of like the shadow Es from Backdraft). I think in a way it fits all the guilty prisoners, but the lines about sleep talk and "I'll make you remember your sins" make it even better for Mikoto especifically.

No.4 THE EMPEROR by Owata-P (Translation)

I Can't (Mar)read the Situation by CosMo

This one is more of a "How Mikoto views the world" song than one strictly about Mikoto. Don't neglect your social skills in favor of your true self or you will be doomed to a life of envy, regret and isolation. Also the Earth will explode. Truly a sobering reminder.

A Lethargic Coup d'état by Last Note

The Taste of Cockroach by Maretu

Most people would probably think of this one as a Fuuta or Muu song, and I do agree (more Muu than Fuuta imo). But honestly, while Mikoto would never start a bullying campaign, I can totally see him as a bystander, the kind of person who insist that everyone should just talk it out and then everything will be fine. Of course, we still don't know what caused his murder, only that apparently being kidnapped was an improvement. So you could also view him as the victim, which gives new meaning to those weird lines in the middle of the song that really don't sound like they're from the same person as the rest...

But mostly, I added this song for the "shadows lurking under the light/denial" angle, which is theme for the last section of the playlist. I don't really know enough about music to sort it by genre/sound similarities, so I organized it by themes! Or at least I tried to put similar songs together so they'd "flow" into each other.

Everything is an Illusion by Pongini (Translation in the replies of the pinned comment)

I Look Up as I Deliver by POLYSICS (Alternate translation)

The ending for Cells at Work Black. Fun fact, this song's name is most likely based on I Look Up as I Walk AKA Sukiyaki.

#milgram #mikoto kayano

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favorite band/artist?

Sheesh. Complicated one.

You see, my music tastes are, to put it mildly, rather varied. I think it showed in my music recommendation post and the post that further explored one of those artists, but to further illustrate, my library includes:

Earth, Wind & Fire

New Kids On The Block's Jordan Knight's first solo single

Dubstep band Hadouken!’s Lana Del Rey cover

A mashup of Wham! and a fishing anime

A Japanese bilingual melodic punk rock band's two songs about bowling

80s remixes of Justin Bieber songs

A Japanese "punk ska and melodic hardcore band"'s cover of Scatman’s World

A 140+ song Beatles remix collection, featuring such gems as "Octopus's 3D Garden", "I Saw Her Yankin' There" and "Help!" (suspicious)

A eurobeat female duo of rotating Italian and British members’ Abracadabra-sampling track about falling in love with a banana

A remix of Azumanga Daioh’s Sata Andagi scene I retrieved from a porn site reupload

Moldovan folk punk band and folk musician duo’s collab about celebrating the reopening of a railroad

The soundtrack of Pictionary for the NES

A mashup of AVICII, Rick Astley and Chumbawumba

An 80s pop Linkin Park remix

Black Sabbath covers by The Cardigans (of Lovefool fame)

JT's solo debut

A Flock Of Seagulls (of I Ran (So Far Away) fame)

One (1) DJ Khaled song

A 2011 My Little Pony-themed song by then commentary youtuber

(And I beg each and every one of the people who read this list and thought "Okay that one cannot possibly be good" to hop in my askbox and allow me to prove them wrong.)

But let's go through bands and artists I've not posted about before.

Two Door Cinema Club Just out of statistics. I can prove I played I Can Talk over a hundred times and I can tell you any number under two hundred is underselling it. There is genuinely some problem with my brain that that intro slots into perfectly.

Oh also all the rest of their first album this comes from is this great too, and if you ask me what a perfect album sounds like I will tell you it's not that far off their second album.

OK Go Now, I like the music. Actually, I'd left my two guitars alone for years until an easy OK Go song made me think "Oh, maybe I can play this" and realize that rather than -as I had prior- just play the music I'd been taught I could actually teach myself to play the music I was listening to, which snowballed into playing more OK Go songs and then it expanded and now I have a ukulele, a bass, a third guitar I need to merge with that bass (it's complicated), a fourth "guitar" (it's complicated) on the way, a Casio calculator/synth (it's complicated), a melodica, a launchpad and a kazoo. Whoops. But really, all you need to be sold on OK Go is see two of their videos. One to find out what they're like (and you're already good on that front because you have visited the internet ever and have thus seen Here It Goes Again aka "The Treadmill Video" aka what when posted to YouTube upon its CEO begging them became the biggest video of all time) and another to find out that no the first one was not a one-off fluke. I am serious, go click that link, it takes you to a playlist of their videos and each one is crazier than the last. I mean they played a song with a car. A song. That has a guitar solo. With a car. Have you seen the name of this channel.

Ah, right, the name of this channel. I guess I have to say a thing about that car now. Uhhh this video was sponsored by Chevrolet to promote the Aveo which, despite being badged as a Chevrolet, like many of the more Europe-oriented Chevrolets was made by the automotive branch of Daewoo, brand General Motors picked up after the Daewoo conglomerate (then the second largest in South-Korea which may as well be called Samsungland) went bankrupt in '99 over almost $90B modern dollars in debt. Its founder Kim Woo-chong (because Lord knows the "woo" in Daewoo did not stand for "woo what a great car") earned a ten year sentence, but I feel they focused too much on the wrong guy. The REAL criminal is whoever penned Daewoo cars.

A good person doesn't do this on purpose.

Owl City I have too few of his songs, but I absolutely love how comically upbeat he is. He is so precious. If c: walked this Earth. I mean "Golf and alcohol don't mix and that's why I don't drink and drive / Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth and have to kiss my smile goodbye". Protect this man at all costs. Also one time I saw the Fireflies video after what must have been a good decade and you know when you feel near crying? I adored that song when I was a kid and I was right.

Liquido European one-hit wonders - and not even "people know them just for one song", not even "people don't know them and just know the song"; I found you can tell people the name of their hit and they won't know what you're talking about. But hum the riff and infallibly, invariably any single person in my country (and, in my limited experience, the rest of Europe) will go "Ooooooh, that one". And to be fair, those guys did stumble on one of the most memorable riffs in modern history.

Not saying this is a hidden gem of a band, I am sure some bigger music nerd would stamp a big fat "SEEN BEFORE" on all their stuff, beyond some enjoyable splashes of "I wonder how much of this is them leaning into it" cheese (yes, even more than that video) - but I've still got their whole discography including all the B-sides, because to me, so what? It's good music and I'll treat it like it. What's the point of praising "groundbreaking", "genre defining" works and then glossing over those inhabiting the ground they broke and making the genres they defined? When I eat bread I don't complain that it doesn't innovate or set itself apart from the rest of the genre, so as long as my music doesn't bore me why should those be problems there? I feel like people have a problem in general separating their enjoyment of a work from its artistic merit. I'm digressing.

The Beatles If you ask me "What's your favorite number of pant legs?" I'm not going to answer five because two would be cliché.

And now we get to the final answer, the real answer, in such a league of its own it deserves to be separated from the rest via a Read More.

I lied, this is under a Read More because it's an entire fucking dissertation. Your fault for asking.

Caparezza I've spent well over a decade of my life mulling over his lyrics to the point me and my ex-flatmate played this game where she told me a random word and I'd try to find it in his lyrics (e.g. the first word of your ask, "favorite", was used in the second verse of the sixteenth track of his sixth album, yes I am neurodivergent why do you ask), and still it happens that as I am going through my everyday life I happen to accrue some information and slam my forehead going "Oh my God THAT'S what he meant there". His songs are more layered, more deep, more thoughtful, more cutting, more witty, more clever than most prose you see around and still he manages to play with his words and rhymes with incredible dexterity.

Take his last record, Exuvia - actually, take the previous record Exuvia picks up from, Prisoner 709:

Its name not only introduces the theme of imprisonment, but also of dilemmas and juxtapositions, since the prisoner's number, 709, stands for the dilemma about the number of the record: it's the 7th in his discography as Caparezza, but the 9th if one also counts the two shit records he made under his previous name Mikimix (we don't talk about those). Its tracklist, indeed, while being as typical for him incredibly varied in topics (from religions to his affinity with Ludwig II of Bavaria to "I'm not [x], BUT-" types) is arranged as chapters of a journey through an imprisonment (The Crime, The Punishment, The Weight, The Psychologist, The Letter, The Visit, The Yard Time, The Torture, The Revolt, The Guard, The Infirmary, The Window, The Evasion, The Hiding) and associated to dilemmas - for instance, as the record is about his feeling imprisoned in his body and in his role, the first song -and first chapter, The Crime- is indeed Prosopagnosia (i.e. face blindness), a track about him no longer recognizing himself in the artistic reputation he built himself, with the dilemma being between "Michele", his name, and "Caparezza", his rap name. Oh, and if you also want a taste of the impressive wordplay, well, count the letters of those two names. Yep. Every single one of the 16 tracks is a dilemma is between a 7 letter word and a 9 letter word. Because of course it is.

So now, let's get to the last record, Exuvia.

Nah, the pop-up edition's cover fucks way harder.

That's more like it.

Exuvia is the exoskeletal remains left behind by ecdysozoans after ecdysis, i.e. when creatures like insects and crustaceans develop a new exoskeleton and crawl out of their old one, as this record starts from his escaping from the anguish compounded through all his previous records and through a deep analysis of his past, his self, his surroundings, his fate, condensing it all and moving on to a new self, a new birth, a new shell. (Understand how I feel when people say the greatest rapper of all time is one whose greatest record is called "Damn" because the songs made him go "Damn" and whose biggest song is "Biggie Smalls' Juicy but this time about me".)

Well, in the second track of it, about running away from the dire situation of hatred, decay and persecution described in the first track, he says, and I paraphrase,

I give it all up, I'm dying, I retreat - Caporetto plus Waterloo Dripping and smelling like my head was in a station's toilet- oh.

introducing the desperation and hopelessness of military defeats and immediately following it up with an image whose comedic nature makes a contrast so stark as to surprise even him while still, being a reference to the military's hazing and bullying, latching back to the line before. While the prose I represent it with is deliberately poor, the concept behind the words is brilliant enough that it would be a good line if it didn't rhyme at all. And yet the original lines rhyme for twenty syllables. TWENTY.

Thing is, you can be as clever as you want, but the underlying music, you know, it can't be clever, it can just be good or bad. One would think. And yet the music is not just good but full of clever, witty samples and ideas that don't just reinforce the track's mood but tie the instrumental inextricably into the lyrics' themes, like Larsen (the track about his tinnitus, which he calls by audio feedback's technical name of Larsen effect) using high-pitched synths and emphasizing cymbals, Prisoner 709's title track being 79bpm (I wager 709bpm was a bit non-doable), House Credibility's instrumental featuring intercom buzz and cowbells reminiscent of cookware, or, well, everything in Exuvia's second single. See, that song is about the choice he faces between the story of Beethoven, who despite all his challenges kept devoting himself to music until the day he died, or that of Mark Hollis, lead of Talk Talk, who despite all the fame peaced out to focus on his private life - and the entire instrumental is devoted to that concept: the verses' reference Für Elise, the chorus Such A Shame, and the bridge I Believe In You; and when you tun into the background choirs you find they are rhythmically repeating "I don't know".

You start to get a clue why there's three years between his records.

So if his songs are so fucking good, why is he not famous? Well, he is! Except for his first album which no one really noticed (fairly so in my opinion - while I like a few songs I feel he really got going in his second one), the following records did really well for someone with such dense content: his third record has been certified gold! And all the others platinum. Some twice. Never since the first one did a record of his peak under 5 in the charts, and he's got 8 gold singles, 3 platinums and a double platinum. And don't get me started on the shows.

(That's me in the background!) Hell, he's even been on the cover of Billboard! So why've you never heard of him? Well, see the word next to Billboard.

Yep. The man, Michele Salvemini, is an Italian born and raised and, like any proper Italian, doesn't speak a whole lot of English, so pretty much all the English you'll hear in his music are the handful of English features, like Michael Franti, DMC (!) and Spandau Ballet's Tony Hadley, with which he made a song about Italy's emigration crisis.

Emigration that is also internal, from the underdeveloped, falling aparty and criminality-run south of Italy to where all the industries are, the richer and we-pretend-it's-not-criminality-run north. And since he's from Apulia, Italy's heel (his rap name in fact means "curly head" in Apulian dialect), he's made a song about its woes too, featuring the music of the tarantella, Apulia's traditional dance. (I don't know why y'all add an A in front. It's fucking "Puglia", y'all.) Here's an imperfect translation with a couple of helpful explainers to the asterisked terms over in the video's description.

It depresses me every time I think about it that all the English speakers I know will never be able to fully appreciate his lyrical brilliance. But oh well. At least y'all can appreciate the music... so fuck it, have that song whose music I yapped about so much. You'll hear the choirs in the background say "non so" (I don't know)... and a bunch more Italian words (translated here for those on desktop who want to follow along).

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#does it show #does it at all show #that you happened to tap into another one of my passions #music #chevrolet aveo #daewoo tacuma

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Dragons eat Seahorses series: Our fire binds us - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 5)

Chapters Masterlist

Okay, this is another lengthy one BUT... it's filthy, kinky and dirty, it really is. And I guess this is what you need, my dirty little potatoes. I'm just a humble servant, fulfilling your deepest and dirtiest desires :> Enjoy!

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, heavy paraphilia (blood fetish), fire kink, oral sex (both m! and f! receiving), slightly sub! Aemond - he's a bit tender here but kinky as hell, masturbating, changing of dominance dynamic

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 11k

SUMMARY: After an eventful feast, the day of your wedding with Aemond has finally came. Surrounded by a rather humble gathering as for royal conditions, you swore each other love for eternity, sealing your bond with the blood of your own dragons. That blood oath will prove to be seminal as you both gained the upper hand against each other, possessing the power of one another’s most deadly beasts in this realm. During the wedding night, the two of you as newlyweds decided to bring to life Targaryen House words: Fire and Blood, turning your bedroom into an experimental field for your deepest, most perversive desires.

Playlist: Track 1, track 2, track 3, track 4, track 5, track 6, track 7

Cool breeze of Blackwater surge chafed your cheeks, reddening them, your plump lips became bright pink, cyanosed almost. Cold tide brushed your feet covered in fine leather slippers, making you shiver and you clung even tighter to firm arm of your father who led you to the field altar. The nuptial took place at the beach upon The Red Keep as it was more proper than The Sępt; The Faith of The Seven didn’t quite accept an Old Valyrian ordinance, but it was an ancient Targaryen custom nonetheless. The ceremony was remarkably modest by royal standards, even in Westeros, but you knew perfectly why. Westerosi weddings never ended well in any way, there was always had to be some kind of discord to put it mildly, but most often the celebration was sealed with death or couple of deaths, generally guests were the victims. Moreover, the bedding – the most repulsive ritual you could imagine, it made your head spin at the very thought, luckily, you weren’t the one to have same feelings about it. Aemond has strictly forbidden this wicked tradition to be performed, he wouldn’t stand taking you in public, in front of thousands of onlookers and most importantly, to the delight of his unappeased brother. Aegon was obviously the most zealous one who insisted on carry on with the ceremonial in spite of all.

 

- Really, brother...? You can't just violate an age-old tradition – Aegon grumbled over Aemond’s head, tantalizing him.

- I can and I will – younger Prince ignored older sibling's whining, studying some illustrations persistently.

- I am your King, I can force you to fuck her in front of everyone. Or I will do it, properly – Aegon smirked insolently, knowing full well what kind of reaction he will get.

Aemond smashed his head upon the table, holding it robustly, a slight sound of gritting teeth and cracking neck was audible.

- If you touch her, I’ll spike your miserable head on one of Iron Throne swords. And I will gladly sit on it afterwards – One-Eye hissed menacingly, loosening his grip and letting go his brother. An impudent grin never left Aegon’s face.

- You’re such a bore. Why can’t you have a fun for once in your life? It’s your wedding after all. Me and Helaena enjoyed ourselves during the bedding – young King brushed himself off and reached for jug of wine, his constant companion.

- You enjoyed it so much that you had to work yourself off with some whore after and you left Helaena crying alone - Aemond felt visibly disgusted at the memory of that fateful night. He had to endure his sister’s distress, consoling her and suppress his anger towards older brother.

- My, Elaena’s cunt must be really divine if you’re defending her so much – Aegon chuckled lightly, taking a large sip of alcohol. Younger man didn’t respond as he walked away, heavy clank of his boots filled the space.

- I will take her, one way or another! And she will beg for my cock to fill her! – Aegon’s sonorous yell caught up his brother’s back and hitched to it like a bat, sucking out his patience.

Your heart thumped like a little humming-bird’s wings as you approached quite small assembly. The ceremonial was rather cameral, the only witnesses of your nuptials were your parents, Rhaenyra and Daemon along with Jace, Baela and Rhaena. Of course, Alicent couldn’t be missing as well as Aegon and Helaena, even their twins, Prince Jahaerys and Princess Jahaera, though you were sure they would have preferred to play in the gardens right now, as children do.

Skirts of your gown fluttered in the sea gale, a silver mist of richly ornate in lustrous emblems of little seahorses and dragons. A smooth facture of material hugged your figure nicely, straight boat neck exposed your shapely shoulders and collarbones, long sleeves fell in cascades down your arms. Thick, teal-blue cloak protected you from morning coolness, whereas the color represented your Velaryon roots. Your dark hair were neatly combed in a sophisticated updo, your mother, Rhaenys, when she was braiding your strands, claimed that she had very same one when she married your Lord Father.

Speaking of whom, Corlys passed your hand to your about to be husband, Aemond warm palm heated your own cold one, reviving your pulse, a blood rush flushed your pale skin. He looked like the happiest man in the entire realm, his only eye shined like a lone star in cold night sky, it could enlighten a whole town. His lips curved in a glimmering smile when he kissed the back of your hand piously, like it was some kind of relic. He wore a silver refined doublet, matching to your dress and a crimson-red cape, same one he had at feast the night before. Brightness of the material underlined his creamy complexion and elicited the luster of his cool blonde hair even more. His hair, his damn long, silky hair, tied up in low, loose ponytail, which only sharpened his already rough jawbone. You had to fight the urge to lick his jaw all along, it was so tempting.

The Grand Maester disrupted your fantasies when he began his speech in High Valyrian. The words slipped away from your ears, soon learnt, soon forgotten, although you knew their meaning perfectly, it was your mother language after all, as it was for the others. Well, not for everyone to be precise. You watched Alicent’s confused expression as she tried to understand the context of sentences and you were amused when she frowned but her lips remained curved in a courteous smile, as if she put on a brave face. You knew The Queen Dowager earnestly tried to learn High Valyrian to honor her husband’s custom, but at the same time she always defined it as ‘ancient’ and ‘not very practical’ and after some time she quit learning, claiming that she never had enough patience for foreign languages. Your mother, on the other hand, seemed to be deeply moved, tears were streaming down her cheeks and she wiped them off with tissue every single moment. Deep down inside she was truly happy for you, even though she would preferred you to marry someone more worthy and with a better reputation than that of being a Kinslayer. However, you were apple of her eye, only daughter she had left, the only child alive. She treasured you more than anything, more than her dignity or status, more than her Red Queen, even if it seemed that you were daddy’s little girl. The Seasnake, on the other hand, was dead serious, but his eyes betrayed his pride – he managed to live to see the marriage of his youngest child. Altough he also wished his future son-in-law haven’t killed his beloved grandson, the heir to Driftmark. But Corlys had to suck it up, because he was the main proponent of your engagement with Aemond when you both were much younger.

You deeply regretted that your sister, Laena, couldn’t see you all dressed up in your bridal apparel as she always laughed at you, that she never couldn’t imagine you as a lady-wife. She would understand you tough, you both had a peculiar familial tendency to marry riotous Targaryen Princes that could either worship you like an old goddesses or destroy you like The Doom wrecked Valyria. Speaking of the devil, Daemon looked at you with grudge, he still obviously couldn’t get over your decision, his rancor was consuming him. His fists were clasped, veins popped on his wrists and forearms, shoulders were tense and his chest rose up with heavy, rapid breathing. Rhaenyra saw her husband’s commotion and she grabbed his arm, squeezing it gently, giving him a meaningful look. The Black Queen knew your demeanor and she trusted your common sense, respecting your choice, although she didn’t agree with it. But she was well aware that she had no right to tell you who you could love nor who you could claim. Though out of two evils she probably would prefer you to become a Daemon’s paramour, even presented to the court than to marry her son’s murderer. She gave you a cordial, slightly nod and you bowed lightly in response. Rhaenyra was invariably your Queen, she didn’t had to worry about your allegiance, no matter who was your bed companion.

Daemon sighed with resignation in response to his wife soothing, his eyes were filled with sadness and remorse. Despite this, there was still tension in the air. You knew that Laenor, your older brother, would defuse the situation perfectly. And yes, you knew well he was still alive, but Rhaenyra has forbidden you to reveal this secret to your parents, even if it meant alleviating their suffering. But something told you that Rhaenys knew, she took up the cudgels for her daughter in law, when your father accused her of purposely murdering Laenor so she could marry The Rogue Prince and that was somehow...strange. Perhaps your mother preferred to last in false unconsciousness, calming her conscience. You envied your brother, he got a chance to start fresh, even being married and cuckolded, he got to live a new life, being happy with ser Qarl, enjoying himself in Essosi lands. This was something you could never afford but you were happy for him nonetheless, he could finally taste the freedom of being his true embodiment, he was free to love another man without any prejudices. He was always a good brother, a shield you could lean on, he defended you from every harsh look or rebuke given by your parents. You missed him deeply and you detrained your longing partially by exchanging letters with him, he wrote under fake nickname, pretending to be your secret admirer you met during Stepstones battle. It made you giggle like a little callow girl, when you saw your mother indignation and father’s curiosity when they happened to receive your correspondence – The Seasnake even quipped that he will have to break off your engagement with Aemond if your mysterious lover continue to pick you up in such way. Laenor really got into his character when he was describing his adventures or ‘how much he longes to see you swing that sharp sword of yours again’. He regretted greatly that he couldn’t show up at your wedding but you promised him that one day you’re going to visit him and together you will fly over the eastern skies on your dragons back. And yes, Seasmoke resided on Driftmark after Laenor’s getaway, but that beast was no fool – he wouldn’t allow anyone to claim him as he still sensed his only Master was alive, at least that was what you thought. You vowed that you will bring Seasmoke together with you, you were heartbroken seeing his despair over the absence of his master.

An emphatic grunt of Maester snapped you out of your meditation, drawing your attention back to your soon-to-be husband. Evidently the real part of ceremony has begun, now was the time for you both to take an oath – luckily you gave up cutting your hands and painting your faces with bloods like some cavemen. Instead, you proposed you will drink your dragons blood – you would taste Vhagar’s and Aemond Carantes. And this was not without reason – your mother told you stories and some theories about blood magic when you were a child and it always fascinated you. Your ancestors claimed that, for example, you could gain a bigger control over your dragon after drinking his blood and experience almost a complete unity with it as this ritual involved the dragon becoming an extension of its rider's body, obeying every command, every impulse it received. A total control, impossible to achieve in any other way. That way you risked Aemond gaining power over your own mount, but you had to take every possible chance to subdue Vhagar, because this might save your life one day and let you be on the front foot. Of course you haven’t mentioned any of that to your Prince and he just thought that you’re very into valryian customs and you wanted to make your wedding more unique.

Aemond looked into your eyes intensively as you took a sip from your goblet, a scarlet liquid hit your palate – you didn’t have the foggiest idea what dragon blood might taste like and it surprised you positively. You expected something raw, nasty, rotten even. But it was... sweet, a bit bitter at the finish with metallic aftertaste. You gulped more greedily, but you almost threw the goblet as the liquid hit your neurons; a lancinating pain tore your muscles, your head was spinning chaotically, you thought you were going to pass out in a moment, feeling your legs drowning in sand. And then you saw it. Fire, a streamer of fire, coming out of your...jaws? You looked down. You were burning down an entire army, stench of burned skin and armor hit your nostrils, shrill screams of soldiers buzzed in your head. Then your gaze landed on the stronghold before you and it looked strangely familiar. Soaring towers and bridges, distinctive arches... Sunspear. You were in Dorne. A female voice coming from your back ordered you in High Valyrian to stay away from the castle. Visenya’s voice. Vhagar’s first rider. But then the vision cracked like a shattered mirror, revealing dark cliffs and a narrow isthmus, overwhelmed by a raving storm, dark surroundings enlightened only by thunders striking from above. Storm’s End. You were chasing someone, thick cloud of fog covered winged shape, much smaller than yourself, a baby dragon. And out of nowhere, when you lost a sight of it, a little fire streak flushed your head. It was Arrax. He fled once again, disappearing high above, getting out of the storm. You were enraged, you craved nothing more than to crush his small body between your massive teeth.

- No, serve me Vhagar! Dohareas, Vhagar! – you heard your Master’s pleading yell, Aemond tried to halt you by pulling reins sharply, but it was too late. You emerged from behind the clouds, your jaws were wide open. You had this little lizard in the crosshairs. One swift move and...

- NOOOO...! – you screamed stridently, not realizing that the sound actually came out of your mouth, now everyone was staring at you being aghast by your sudden outburst. You moved your numb hands weakly, feeling loose facture of sand, slipping between your fingers. You were kneeling, shivers ran through your whole body, tears dripped down your cheeks unconsciously. Your goblet laid on the ground, leftovers of Vhagar’s blood stained the sand.

- My love, what happened? Are you alright? – Aemond grabbed your arms, lifting you up slowly, there was serious concern on his face, his intent eyes searching for any sign of injury on your body.

You peeked at his cup and froze – half of its content was gone; you glanced at his lips – burgundy redness covered their fragile scarfskin. You couldn't resist running your finger over them, he took your hand gently in his and kissed it, still looking at you worryingly.

- You drank it. You drank her blood – you whispered as if you still weren't aware of it.

- Yes, my love. As you ordered before, remember? – he smiled so charmingly that within the blink of an eye you forgot he has just gained the power over Carantes. And he could use it to harm you. Or even to kill you. You wondered only whether he had visions concerning you and your dragoness. What did he see? Was it something intimate or embarrassing? You tried to guess by reading his face, but you couldn’t tell as his expression remained without a single flaw.

You gazed at Maester, he stood beside you both dumbstruck, his mouth agape. He knew what just happened and what it meant. But before he could express his apprehension in any way, you deterred him, not wanting him to betray your true intentions.

- Please, Maester. Continue – you urged him and he smiled faintly, proceeding further ceremony as if nothing happened. Rest of guests was still a bit confused but no one dared to question anything and resumed their wistfulness.

Maester carried on delivering his speech, entwining your and Aemond’s hand. Then it was time to finally take the oath as sublime High Valyrian words coated your ears. From now on you were one – one body, one soul, one blood and you will stand together as husband and wife until death tear you apart. You passed the point of no return as you realized what it meant. An eternity with a man who could become either your shield or a mortal enemy.

You sealed your union with a kiss, a passionate one and you could still sense dragon’s blood on his lips as your tongues danced fiercely. Sound of loud applause interrupted your tenderness and you giggled when you broke off your lips from his at last. Your mother approached you, bathed in tears and hugged you tightly, her warmth deluged you like a flood.

- My youngest daughter, my only child left, finally became a lady wife – she sobbed, when she let you go reluctantly.

- Mom, please stop. See? Now I’m crying too – you both laughed through your tears.

The idyll was interrupted by Aemond’s grunt as he took your arm and slung it over his neck, lifting you up. You gasped slightly at the strength of his grip.

- It’s time for you to be with your husband, in private – he announced, smiling mischievously. You blushed, you knew deep down inside what privacy he meant and craved.

You left the assembly, carried by your newlywed husband, caged in his strong embrace. You glanced back for the last time. Rhaenys nodded at you reassuringly as your father held her firmly, rubbing her arm as if he wanted to comfort her. A moment later everyone started to walk away, towards The Red Keep, following you in a distance. You were informed that after the wedding negotiations will take place, in The Small Councill room. Of course, you and Aemond as newlyweds weren’t allowed to attend them and you were left alone to celebrate the evening and your wedding night in peace. Young Prince was lucky enough to be the groom on that day, because Rhaenyra would surely send him to the final judgement before The Seven themselves.

You were quite impressed with Aemond’s strength and perseverance as he carried you persistently all the way to The Keep without a single sign of tiredness or exasperation on his statuesque face. Years of training his swordsmanship skills were certainly not in vain. Ultimately you both reached the castle and he took you to his quarters which were basically now yours, not letting you out of his squeeze for a second. Being a second son surely had its drawbacks, but that rascal had literally an entire floor for himself, including a large dining room, not a smaller bathroom and of course an enormous bedroom with a huge fireplace where he loved to sit by on the cozy armchair, reading his favorite philosophy books. There were even hanging gardens in the form of a terrace in the middle of what looked like a courtyard and the cherry on top – a broad balcony overlooking the Blackwater Bay, where he liked to relax himself after a whole day of intensive sword training. He had his own little paradise inside these stone walls, a shelter where he could escape from the world and no one or nothing would bother him. His chambers were located in the left wing of The Keep while negotiations were carried out in the Hand’s Tower on the opposite side of the building, so you were sure that no one will disturb you and on the other hand none of the gathering would hear your… obscenities. Though you were sure Aemond would do his best and make you scream so loud that everyone in the capital would hear you.

When you crossed the threshold of the dressing room, a retinue of servants was waiting for you, ready for your orders. The Prince let you go at last and placed you gently on the ground, smiling at you heavenly. May the Gods curse his charm, damn him.

- Get my wife ready for the supper. I want her to look absolutely perfect – he commanded the maids before he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss upon it and winked at you afterwards rakishly. He walked out of room, leaving you bewitched by his spell. Damn him.

As instructed, the servants began to prepare you for the evening, taking off your previous gown and bathing you in ridiculously expensive oils, scrubbing your body thoroughly, even though you had already taken a bath this morning. When you've been drained of the wetness, they began to dress you up and yes, you wore Daemon’s gift - revealing more than concealing black, lacy dress made of half-transparent trailing material, with a provocative V-shaped neckline and deep cuts at each of your sides. Your long, shapely legs were exposed by high hem slits, reaching up to the upper part of your thighs. To maintain a semblance of decency, your ‘dress’ was covered with black, silk coat, or rather some kind of a robe, tied up in your waist. If you hadn't worn it, there’d be quite a chance that Aemond would lose his appetite for food and start to eat you on that goddamn table instead.

When you were ready, you were taken to the dining room, your long, dark hair fluttered in the wind, encircling your bare collarbones and cleavage, dress skirts brushed the floor. Servant opened the door and he stood there, at the head of the table, waiting for you so he could pull up a chair for you. At first glance you thought he was wearing his usual black leather attire, but no, it wasn’t certainly usual. The different stitching added a touch of sophistication, and you had the impression that the fabric clung even more to his slender yet muscular frame, emphasizing his broad shoulders and arms, and the belt accentuated his narrow waist. His hair was still tied in a loose ponytail, exposing his sharp as broken glass jawbone and lips now curved in an enticing smile. Damn him for the second time.

He gestured you to take a seat and when he helped you take your place, he brushed lightly your neck with his fingertips and walked away smirking as he saw your eyes closed at the sensation. Apparently he was going to take up the baton that night and be the seducer. How tables have quickly turned, you thought.

As he took a seat on the opposite side of the table, he snapped his fingers and servants began to serve foods and drinks, all of your favorites as you have noticed. Venison (roe) roast in honey-mustard sauce, delicate chicken broth with peas, eggplant and zucchini mousse with croutons, caramel pudding with white chocolate and even your beloved lemon cakes. You stared at all those dishes in horror - did he intend to get you into food pregnancy? And what was he thinking, how are you going to do anything in bed after that if all you might want to do after eating all this is to take a nap?

Maid poured a wine into your goblet – a sweet red from Dorne. Bastard remembered everything.

- My favorite wine, it's nice you remembered – you remarked bitingly as you took a sip, looking at him piercingly.

- You’re my wife now, I have to spoil you as much as I can – he smirked also drinking the liquor. His gaze never left your cleavage, exploring your boldly exposed skin between breasts, now covered in goosebumps. You felt your face got reddened as a fresh beet as his eyesight did not budge, you grunted trying to regain your balance back and nervously fixed your hair. Prince only smiled slyly seeing your visible confusion.

At last you got to eat a portion of venison roast, enjoying its exquisite taste as little pieces of meat literally melted in your mouth and you sighed with contentment at the sensation. Aemond seemed to be pleased as well as he observed your reaction, he loved to give you pleasure in any possible way, even if it meant coddling your taste buds.

- My love, I'd like to announce something to you. My Queen Mother decided to give you the title of a Princess as you are married to a Prince now. She wanted to celebrate your entry into our family and Aegon approved it. The edict will be issued today – he broke the silence as you finished your meal. You snorted with contempt, sipping your wine obdurately – What is it, Elaena? I thought you’ll be happy, it’s a great honor…

- Maybe it is for you, but I didn’t earn it by birthright, even though my Mother is a Princess – you interrupted him in a halfway, you felt irritation was growing in you – I am a Lady of House Velaryon who just happened to be drawn into Targaryen family by a fractious Prince – you said the last words winking at him knowingly.

- Ah yes, Lady Elaena Velaryon, proud and self-confident as always. Careful, don’t choke on that pride – he added with a slight mockery in his voice – You don’t have to use that title officially… if you don’t want to. But accept it, it would be a great pleasure for me, having a chance to addressing my wife with such dignity.

- Aemond, I don’ need…

- Enough! If my beloved step-sister, Rhaenyra, was able to pass the title on to her bastards and make those unworthy brats Princes, then you deserve it all the more. End of discussion – he banged his fist on the table, pursed his lips and casted you that specific look. You knew that gaze too much, first time he looked at you like that was on that eventful night, when his Father was still alive.

 

- How many times do I have to say sorry, woman? You know well that little punk was asking for it, he was provoking me and he got what he deserved – Aemond was pacing around your chamber with anger, sipping from his goblet in one hand and the other one was clenched into a fist – I shouldn’t apologize at all, everyone knows the truth but my Father prefers to last in a lie, because Rhaenyra is his favorite, she always was. He’s been always treating us like useless puppets, me and Aegon - there was obvious pain in his voice, pain and regret and you couldn’t disagree with him on this subject. Viserys wasn’t really a good father, not to say feckless, he always favored his firstborn, forgetting about his sons and put little effort into their upbringing. On the other hand Aemond was always an apple in the Alicent’s eye, he was her beloved boy and she was the one and only to stand for him. The feeling was mutual, as he always respected his mother greatly, never letting himself to disappoint her or offend her by any kind of disrespect.

- And maybe you shouldn’t give him more reasons to treat you like you’re invisible by insulting your own nephews and his grandchildren? – you snapped back, not caring about his excuses or resentments. You knew that Luke’s provocation wasn’t a sufficient pretext for such behavior – I’m not the one you should apologize.

- I don’t care. I don’t seek for appreciation. I am the one who spent years on studying philosophy and history, who trained hard enough with blade to become one of the best swordsmen. It is I who rides the largest dragon in the world, who holds an affection of the most beautiful woman whoever could imagine. It is I who should be the King… And I am ready to do everything to make that woman my Queen, who will stand beside me, but apparently she doesn’t even care – he turned around to face you, a reproach was written on his face and his only eye was breathing with fire.

- I know that being a second son is a heavy burden but you’re getting above yourself – you scolded him, snatching a goblet from him and you drank the rest of wine to the lees. He looked at you offended.

- You are my burden, the biggest of them all – he hissed and crushed his lips against yours before you could say or do anything.

The kiss was fiery, scalding almost. His tongue broke in by force into your mouth, dominating you, not letting you win by any chance. When he broke the kiss at last, to take a breath, his lips landed on your neck, leaving wet, sloppy pecks, nibbling delicate skin with his teeth. You moaned silently at the sensation, feeling light pressure between your thighs. He knew exactly where to strike to placate you. Goddamn wretch.

- Aemond, stop… I… uh… Gods…! – you screamed when all of sudden one of his fingers brushed your folds, still covered in undergarments, pressing them lightly.

- Shh. Be quiet woman, I’ve heard enough of this – he silenced you with another kiss, this time more it was more evanescent and he lifted you, squeezing your ass deliciously as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He placed you on the verge of bed, pulling your bottom closer to the edge and kneeled between your legs. He wrapped the skirt of your dress up to your hips as if you were some kind of a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap. His hot breath stroked your inner thighs and axils as you were getting already drenched and the only thing you dreamed of at the moment was him to lick all of your juices until you would be dry as a fallen leaf and sated. He must had seen you through because a moment later he tasted your folds with a long, slick lick of his tongue as if you were an appetizer. You moaned protractedly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head closer to your core.

- My, my… you are already so wet for me… - he kissed your clit and licked it teasingly. Another thirsty moan left your mouth – I’m glad that I skipped the dessert at this damn dinner. I have something far more better right here – he purred and returned to licking you, kissing and devouring you like a starved man, your juices were glistening on his chin and he greedily drank them up, coaxing more and more of your delightful moans.

And he was looking at you exactly like that, like a starved man who finally got to eat something after weeks of starvation, while gobbling you between your legs.

- What did you see? When you drank Vhagar’s blood? – he snapped you out of your otherwise pleasant thoughts. You grunted as you felt your throat completely ran dry. He must had spotted that because he smirked suspiciously seeing your abashment. Did he know about what you were thinking just a second before?

- Uhm… I saw… I saw everything from her perspective… When she was burning down surroundings of the Sunspear in Dorne with Visenya on her back… She turned the whole army to ashes… And then… I saw you, how you tried to stop her from… from… Oh Gods, don’t force me to say this. That’s why I burst out all of sudden… - you sighed heavily and you took one of lemon cakes to sweeten those bitter memories. He hummed pensively, obviously the memory of Lucerys was still haunting him like a shadow.

- And what did you see? – you asked timidly, afraid of what secrets he managed to obtain from your own dragon.

- Hmm… Mostly moments from your battles in Stepstones. You were so brave, Nēdenka-prūmia (Braveheart), so fearless. But I saw also other things, much more pleasant to watch…

- What thing…? – you inquired him, afraid that you know what he meant. He only smirked roguishly seeing your instant dismay – What was the other thing, Aemond?

- I saw you bathing in the Driftmark waters I think… completely naked - he grinned with wild satisfaction, watching you flush a juicy blush. Oh Gods. It was your routine were you were a bit younger, you used to sneak out of the High Water at night, to take a bath in the nearby sea, to be alone. The coolness of the sea tides refreshed your body and relaxed it and it was the only thing you needed after a whole day of training or studying. Carantes constantly accompanied you during this activity, watching you from a distance and protecting you from prying eyes.

- Carantes was looking after me and protected me from any onlookers… Good old times – you muttered, sipping your wine in embarrassment. He laughed delightfully at your remark.

- Then maybe I should join you in such bath sometime? She would rest in peace while I would guard you no less carefully – he chuckled, rising from the chair and started walking towards you. You moved uneasily in your seat.

- Don’t be afraid, little doe. I’ve prepared another kind of bath for you now. Come – he stretched his arm and helped you stand up, the enticing smile never left his face.

- But the dessert…? – you hesitated for a moment, looking back all on those sweets waiting for you to consume them.

- My love, you are the dessert. You don’t need any of these to make yourself more sweet than you already are – he licked ostentatiously the frosting of cakes from your fingers, like he couldn't embarrass you more. He took your hand gently afterwards and led you to the bathroom.

He opened huge double doors and a large, gilded tub appeared before your eyes, filled with something dark… You stepped closer and the light from the many lighted candles around illuminated its contents for you. You froze. The bathtub was filled with blood.

- Don’t worry, it’s not human – he rushed to explain when he saw your dread. You looked at him stupefied.

- If it's not human, then whose is it? – you asked, not sure whether you wanted to know the answer.

- It’s dragon’s blood, Carantes and Vhagar’s, but Vhagar’s mostly – you gaped your mouth being even more flabbergasted – Don’t look at me like that, darling. I didn’t take it from them by myself. I asked the keepers from the Dragon Pit to do it. They were a bit surprised by my request, but they did quite well I must say.

- You want me to bath myself in their blood? Have you completely lost your mind? – you stared at him wondering whether he was soft in the head.

- Elaena… We may be not bound by blood, but our fire binds us. And this will seal our bond, it’s our dragons that make us invincible and you know what they say about Targaryens… - he whispered to your ear, licking your earlobe softly. He stood right behind you and his hands ran down your arms, making you shiver all over. He grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer to him, so your back were pressed to his firm chest, you felt it raising in a deep breath.

- I know what do they say. That you’re closer to gods than to men.

- Exactly. And now you’re one of us, a true Targaryen, ñuha jaesa (my goddess). Consider it as some kind of an initiation – with one swift move he peeled off your robe and it fell on the floor softly, leaving you in a translucent, defiant ‘dress’. But evidently it wasn’t enough for him as his nimble fingers untied the clasps on your shoulders, sliding the material down your arms, exposing your completely bare form to him. Chills ran through your entire body when you realized how much you were defenseless now, you had no way to defend yourself, he could do with you whatever he wished. His hand pulled back your hair, his lips were leaving soft, wet kisses from your jaw to the crook of your neck, his other hand gently traced your curves, exploring the mold of your breasts and the cavity of your waist. You gasped silently, his touch was as light as a feather, teasing your nerves and as blunt as a whip blow at the same time.

Moments later he stopped and took step forward, facing you. He stretched his arm and you caught his palm, letting him to guide you to the bathtub. You took a deep breath before you stood with one foot in it, still faltering.

- Slowly, let yourself get used to it – he cooed, helping you take first step in. You dipped one leg, still holding his hand tightly, feeling tepid, dense liquid sucking you in. You fizzled at the sensation and after a moment you took another step and now both your legs were floundering in quaint fluid. Aemond lowered his arm, keeping you strongly as before, letting you bend down and you immersed yourself fully, leaving your head above the surface. Your whole body was covered in burgundy red, some of your hair strands were coated in blood and tangled a bit. You shivered, still not believing yourself that you were doing this.

- How does it feel? – he asked, smiling lightly, his hand caressed your cheek gingerly. His eyes observed you carefully, looking for any signs of fear or discomfort.

- It’s… strange – you managed to murmur after a while, your skin was slowly getting used to viscosity of blood.

Prince only chuckled slightly in response and began to undress himself. And you got to admit it was quite a view. You watched his every stretched muscle and tendon as he took his leather doublet off, your gaze lowered to his abdomen – few veins popped out, making paths to his venter. You guessed he must had been already aroused, the sight of your naked body covered in burgundy was something he must have craved for a long time. When he stripped his trousers your guesses were confirmed – his manhood was pretty rigid, wobbling a bit in the air. You turned your head back, abashed like a little, inexperienced girl, which you most certainly were not. He smirked incredulously seeing your unexpected confusion and as if nothing had happened he entered the tub, sitting himself on the opposite side. He closed his eyes at feeling of sticky liquid, wrapping every inch of his statuesque silhouette and hummed with content. This man really was uncanny and unpredictable in his desires.

- Come here, my love – he stretched his arms towards you and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, so now you were straddling his lap. Your folds were rubbing mercilessly against his thigh and you wanted desperately to gain some friction but he stopped you by squeezing his hands on your waist warningly. You whimpered pitifully but you didn’t dare to push your luck on him, not yet.

- Drink it – he brushed your lips with his fingers dripping with blood. You opened your lips obediently and sucked the fluid off his digits greedily with a loud pop at the end. He smiled being satisfied with your responsiveness and tucked some of your loose hair strands behind your ear.

- Good girl, such a good little dove – he praised you and crashed his lips against yours in a open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. Remains of blood were dripping down your chin and stained his mouth, he growled at the sensation. When he broke the kiss he stared at you meaningly, pushing you further his upper thigh.

You started to grind yourself against him, rocking your hips in a steady rhythm. You felt wetness gathering in your core, as you were rubbing your needy cunt against his tense muscles. Aemond groaned feeling your growing arousal, but he didn’t let you stop, clutching your hips strongly and forcing you to move faster, harder. You squealed as his pelvis started to scrub your clit, teasing already oversensitive bud, but you needed something more, you needed release and you couldn’t reach it by mere stimulation. His cast-iron dick stroked your groins irritatingly and you were ready to give all the treasures of the world for him to fuck you with it, to stop bantering you. You grabbed his cock and squeezed it firmly, your hand was stroking it at a deadly slow pace, not letting him hasten you in any way.

- Fuck…! – he hissed being annoyed by your ponderosity as you were vexing him on purpose. But you were also merciful, you couldn't torment him indefinitely, you wanted pleasure as well and you were willing to do anything to get it.

You raised yourself and positioned on his crotch, head of his member was brushing your folds leaking with slick. He stopped your hand as you wanted to aim it at your core. The vision of fucking you in the tub filled with blood somehow restrained him, even if he craved to do it for a long time, his eyes betrayed his concern – he wasn’t sure whether you wanted it knowingly and if you were ready for it. But you resolved his doubts when you slipped the tip of his cock between your folds and a moment later his entire length sank inside of you.

A sonorous yell escaped your lips when you felt him tearing you apart, you weren’t as prepared and stretched as you thought you were. You slowly sticked yourself on him, feeling every inch of his hard member wiping your walls ruthlessly. You started rocking your hips at a leisurely pace, wanting to spin out your insides for him more, your hands landed on his strained torso to gain some support. His hands rested on your hips, holding them steadily but he didn’t force you to move faster neither pressured himself into you deeper as he remained resistless. You looked into his eye – a pure love, was flowing from it, this was gaze of a madly enamored man, ready to give himself to his beloved, to give up his power and control in order to you take the reins. You had to admit, you were quite surprised by his sudden surrender as he almost always dominated, he loved to be in possession, in fact he was the most possessive man you knew and now he was at your feet, Aemond goddamn Targaryen, One-Eyed Prince was at your every command.

In your boldness, you allowed yourself to take off his eyepatch, he didn’t seem to be amazed by that as he didn’t stop you at all, a sheer glimmer of sapphire lit your field of view and it was so beautiful, enlightened by the candlelight. Then you pulled the velvet ribbon off his hair, blood on your hand stained them, griming the perfect silver-blonde hairdoC. Later you smeared his cheeks and the rest of his face with scarlet red, painting smudged patterns, like on the face of a warrior before battle. He chuckled at your tomfoolery, kissing your skin from neckline down to your sternum.

You resumed your hips movements, they were more rough and quicker now as you fucked yourself on him relentlessly, your shameless moans increased as well. His hands held your waist and small of your back robustly, but still he didn’t do anything to take over control or impose a rhythm – he liked that he wasn’t in charge, you could tell by his languid look. He was breathing heavily when he wasn’t kissing you feverishly, his lips attacked your breasts, nibbling your hard nipples, you tilted your head back sinking in pure ecstasy and you changed the angle of your moves unintentionally, he groaned feeling your pussy squeezing around him more tightly. You loved the way your bodies were rubbing against each other, all leaking and dripping with blood, clammy liquid sticking to your skin, your hair entirely messed, disheveled, blotchy in burgundy red. His cock was slamming into you incessantly and you tried your best to rock your bottom to get the best friction you could, but it was insufficient, you needed his assistance to reach your pleasure. He saw your helplessness and smiled encouragingly, caressing your back gingerly as if he tried to soothe your restlessness somehow.

- Let me help, byka hontes (little bird) – he cooed into your ear, licking the earlobe. You clutched your hands around his, allowing him to gain control and he started to push his length into you vigorously, sticking you like a piece of meat on the spit.

You screamed loudly as his cock was piercing you like a sharpened spear, ravaging your already strung walls, hitting all the right spots. He took advantage of opportunity and seized your clit with his thumb, circling it nimbly, making you stick your fingers into his shoulders painfully, leaving deep bruises. He didn’t stop pounding into you at breakneck speed, blood was spilling out of the tub, forming quite large puddles on the floor. You felt your cunt was clenching around his cock in chaotic waves, you were pretty close to your climax. Aemond threw his head back at the sensation, panting heavily, not stopping his frantic thrusts, his fingers were sinking into delicate mold of your middle. You decided that his exposed neck was the perfect place to relieve the tension of the upcoming orgasm and you drowned your teeth into his pulsating artery, licking it and leaving a huge mark in the color of a ripe plum. He hissed at first but after a moment he chuckled amusingly, visibly enjoying that little dose of pain you gave him. He slapped your ass sappily, kneading your buttock like it was a piece of dough. You laid your nose in the crook of his neck, whimpering quietly, your nose was tantalized by his scent of musk, sweat and dried blood. Only moments separated you from the peak, you couldn’t stop trembling, he kept on rutting into you like a fasted animal, maneuvering your hips at a deadly pace.

- Come, my love. Milk all over my cock – he ordered, looking into your eyes piercingly, sapphire in his eye socket gleamed blindingly and as if by magic you carried out the order, your walls clasped around his dick turbulently, a wave of your climax washed over you like a flood, your whole body shivered and if it weren't for Aemond and his strong arms you would have fallen and drowned in that bloody grease.

He was still holding you tightly when you came from your high, your juices trickled down his shaft, milking it entirely. Something for you was missing, he stopped moving, but he didn’t pull out of you, his member was still hard, even growing inside of you, you could feel every vain popping on it. You looked at him questioningly, being afraid that maybe he didn’t enjoyed it as much as you did and for the very first time you have failed him as a lover.

- What’s wrong, my Prince? Why didn’t you…

- Shh, ñuha jorrāelagon (my love). Tonight all I want is to satisfy my newlywed wife, your pleasure is far more important for me than my own – he hushed you, peppering your face with tender kisses, hugging your still shaking body as he wanted you to feel safe within his solid embrace.

- Oh no, no, no, not on my damn watch – you scrambled out of the bathtub using remnants of your strength, standing on your still wobbly feet, you almost slipped on the blood pool, but at the last moment you grabbed the edge of the tub and saved yourself from a painful fall.

- Easy, Princess. Don’t hurt yourself – he hopped out too and wanted to grab your arms to secure you, but you pushed him away in an offended manner, being enraged by him calling you like that. You really hated that title.

- Don’t call me… Ugh. Lay on the bed – you ordered him peremptorily, still frowning. He grinned amused by your grimace but he obediently laid on his back on the bed, his jolly smile turned into a shifty smirk as he was waiting impatiently for your next move.

You took one of candles from the chandelier and approached the bed slowly, all of the sudden his cheeky smirk faded into a wry face, his only eye was scared of what you might want to do with that candle. Now you were the one smiling cunningly as you kneeled with one leg on the bed and you brought little flame closer to your stomach, heat was stroking your skin but you didn’t feel obvious pain – it was rather something between tickling and pinching, quite pleasant feeling you had to admit.

- Elaena, what are you doing…?! You’re gonna burn yourself! – he squalled as you literally applied the blaze to your abdomen, testing the waters. Nothing happened, it didn’t left any marks or reddening, it didn’t hurt at all – it was like a feather stroke. Aemond was staring at you flabbergasted, his mouth were wide opened in shock and you continued playing with candle, guiding it to your breasts now, teasing sensitive nipples. It was weird, but it felt good like glowing coals touching delicate twigs.

- It works… I didn't believe it until now, but it's really happening – you whispered, fascinated by glimmer dancing on your curves jauntily.

- What works…? Can you tell me what the hell is going on? – Prince was still seemingly confused by your discovery.

- Blood magic, ñuha valzȳrys (my husband). We’re fireproof now, you can thank our dragons for that – you smiled reassuringly and tipped the candle slightly, just enough to drop a little bit of melted wax on his venter. He hissed silently at the sensation as it left a sticky, small stain but he didn’t seem to be hurt in any way, quite the opposite, his expression told you that he enjoyed this in his own fashion – See? Nothing happened, I’ll show you that this can be enjoyable, but you have to obey me and follow my instructions – you teased his pubis around his stiffened cock which was twitching at your peculiar caress.

- Nyke dīnagon ribazmoqitta ābra, jaeses issi caras (I’ve married a mad woman, the gods are cruel) – he whimpered when you chafed tip of his length with fire, giggling like a frenzied sorceress.

- Īlon issi ribazmoqitta valzȳrys, ao gīmigon ziry hen se rhaenagon (We both are mad, you knew it from the beginning) – you tutted, letting few more drops of wax drip down on his cock, covering it in tacky, white tallow. You bowed your head and licked it off thoroughly, your tongue swept his entire manhood from the shaft to the tip, not leaving a single bead. When you finished, you kissed the head fondly and looked at him afterwards, checking his reaction. He was rapturous, his eye closed in a pure bliss, and his hands grasped the sheets to relieve tension.

- Remind me your House words, dear husband. Fire and blood, isn’t it? Ao teptan nyke ānogar se kesan tepagon ao perzys (You gave me blood and I will give you fire) – your promise was like a blessing and a curse at the same time for him; a threat and a delight. You glanced at him one more time before you continued your ‘tortures’ – he was waiting dutifully but you could tell that if you prolonged the anticipation he would jerk your head off and force you to swallow him whole and you weren’t going to give him his power back, it was too addictive.

You brushed his entire cock with candle flame, watching it quiver haphazardly, enjoying this little botheration. You observed as his skin grew juicy red, his head was deep purple probably because of overstimulation. Before he could do or say anything, you put out the flame with your lips, swallowing the candle and licking it through suggestively and when you finished you threw the useless thing on the floor. Aemond was literally begging you with his eye, with his whole face expression to stop tormenting him and fuck him with your mouth already.

You graciously put his misery to an end when you started to lick tip of his dangling cock, gradually at first, your tongue swirled over it briskly, gathering all the precum which was leaking in large amounts and you used it to provide a better glide for your hand. He tasted somewhat salty with strong musky aftertaste, it was a very quaint flavor but it made your pussy clenching at the sensation every time nonetheless. When you added your hand movements, rubbing all the way down his shaft and spreading his juices, he was moaning like a wounded doe, pleading you for more. He was at your complete mercy, you could do whatever you want to him or his member. His groans made you wet again, you could feel your liquids soaking down your inner thigh and you desperately searched for any kind of friction, your finger instinctively wandered to your exposed clit, making small circles, just to ease the tenseness a bit.

Guttural moans were escaping your mouth while you were pleasuring yourself with one hand, the other one kept on grinding on your husband’s manhood, your lips sucked every drop of his juices he gave you, licking, stroking and nibbling his entire length. Your head was swinging back and forth his stiff dick, which you swore was getting harder and bigger in your mouth, making it almost impossible to swallow it in a one smooth move. You tried your best to keep steady, yet rousing pace without having to take a breath or choking but apparently this wasn’t enough for him, he needed more, he needed you to take all of him, to hit the back of your throat to release himself fully.

He grabbed your hair, gently at first and started guiding you into his length, forcing you to gulp him down inch by inch deeper. You let him take the control as you felt it stimulated you more, your two fingers were brushing through your drenched folds, searching for more attrition. His hand was imposing an ever faster pace, your head was bobbing, his cock was nudging your palate at a harsh pace, causing you to gag slightly. You had to breathe through your nose, preventing yourself from strangling, tears were welling up in your eyes but strangely you liked it, the feeling of being used fueled you even more.

- Such a good girl, taking my cock so well… As if you were made for it – he praised you, groaning at each poke of his penis at your back throat. He didn’t slow down with his hand, on the contrary, he even added gentle thrusts of his hips, hitting your mouth with full strength.

You couldn’t stand the tensity between your legs, captivating your core like a prisoner, your digits sneaked into your wet slit, moving in a frenzied rhythm. You groaned pitifully as he was fucking your throat, using you like a common whore and you could only masturbate yourself to reach another release somehow. But you loved it, you loved every second of it, even if you were almost choking, crying and felt humiliated in some way. You loved to give him pleasure, to cherish his sizable cock, you loved his taste, when he was leaking with arousal caused by you. You loved hearing his praises of how beautiful you were when you were sucking him, how you were good at it, no woman who taught him sexual techniques could be compared to you and he would throw himself into Vhagar’s fire just to feel your lips around him once more.

Aemond was nearly close to his end, you could tell by all veins popping out on his dick, how taut it was and it was so cast-iron that it almost hurt you like a whip tearing apart your poor throat. His grip on your head was still heavy as his pushes became more chaotic and out of order. You felt your release coming too, your heated, bedraggled cunt started to squeeze around your fingers, all you needed to come was that one more ‘shot’.

- Fuck, I’m going to cum… so hard… Take all of it, take all of my seed… - he cried breathily and you nodded obediently, ready to receive everything he would give you.

Few more thrusts and pokes of his cock at your throat later he came, shooting his warm cum into your waiting mouth, making sure none drop would be wasted. You swallowed it willingly, licking your lips greedily, but several trickles of white fluid were running down your chin anyway, he certainly did not spare anything when he released himself. A moment later you also reached your climax, the second one that night, but this one swept you off absolutely, you ran out of steam as you fell to the edge of bed, you felt like you were going to faint any minute, you were so exhausted.

Aemond pulled you to him closely, holding you in a secure embrace, as you both laid against each other, panting heavily. He caressed your back tenderly, a pure bliss was written on his face and yet his vigilant eye made sure you didn't drift away, his soft voice whispered sweet nothings into your ear to keep you awake.

After a while, when your dizziness faded away, you looked around the bed and sheets. They were stained with dried up blood, now becoming more brown, as well as your bodies, entwined in a strange matter, your husband clearly liked to curl his legs and arms around you in whatever way he only could.

- My, we’ve made quite a mess – you said, still not believing that this was all because of your doings, although you had to admit that this pleasure was worth such a muddle. Prince chuckled heartily at your remark, kissing your nose affectionately.

- Now everyone will believe that we’ve consummated our marriage and I took your maidenhood – he grinned seemingly being proud of himself.

- They'll sooner believe that you’ve butchered a dozen of maidens on that bed – you chortled bluffly, until your belly ached. Aemond guffawed together with you, both of you were in tears now.

- Ñuha byka sorrea. Ñuha mēre se mērī drēje jorrāelagon (My little witch. My one and only true love.) – he oozed compliments into your ear, peppering your whole face, neck and cleavage with pecks. He was literally bursting with emotions, you've rarely experienced this version of him. And you liked that one, not that you were picky, you enjoyed his usual defensive and secretive attitude as this was an essence of One-Eyed Prince, but you were proud with yourself that you managed to open him up enough to trust you fully and not being afraid of showing his all feelings to you.

When you rested a bit and gained enough strength to get up from bed, Aemond ordered servants to prepare another bath, this time an ordinary one with water and to change the sheets to clean ones. Then he carried you to the tub, placed you gently in steaming water and washed your whole body, scrubbing carefully every inch of your skin in order to get rid of refractory blood stains. When he cleaned you up, he popped into the water as well and did the same with himself and you tried to distract him by splashing on him and cackling like a little frolicking child who just found the best new fun to play along. But you had it coming when he spouted an entire jug of water onto your face and kissed your lips passionately after to silence any of your protests or grumbles.

At last he helped you to get out of the bath, drying your skin and wiping off all the moisture. You were already feeling drowsy and literally falling asleep in his arms as you barely remembered him carrying you back to bed. All you remembered was the hazy sound of his whisper lulling you to sleep.

- Ñuha laiko ābrazȳrys. Mērī ñuhon. Syt sir se va moriot (My beloved wife. Only mine. For now and always).

*****

Next morning you were obliged to bid farewell to the guests and you went to the main courtyard to do your duty. Aemond decided to stay with Aegon at The Keep to ‘do not rub salt into injury’ and you were almost certain that his older brother wrung every piquant detail of your wedding night from your husband as his disgusting curiosity was never satisfied. You only hoped that your Prince was sensible enough to keep the most peculiar things, including bloody bath and fire play for himself.

You hugged your mother whole-heartedly, dissolving in her maternal warmth. Rhaenys made no secret of leaving you with a heavy heart, but she had to after all.

- My sweet, little girl. My heart is breaking at the very thought of leaving you in this nest of vipers. But that's the way it has to be, you have to be with your husband for now – she wailed, stroking your arms fondly – And remember, one signal from you and I'll come with Meleys and set them all on fire – and there she was, The Queen Who Neves Was, but should have always been.

- Do not forget about Vhagar. You have now control over her – your father interjected, joining in a hug. You wanted this moment to last forever, for your parents to stay in that pose, in a loving embrace. But you had to let them go ultimately.

Lord Corlys kissed your forehead for the last time and guided his wife to the ship, moored in the dock. Next in line was Rhaenyra, who visibly felt out of sorts, but she embraced you kindly and wished you luck, congratulating you on your marriage once more. After this rather short courtesy she rushed towards Syrax who was waiting impatiently for her Mistress near the coast.

Jacaerys alongside with your nieces, Baela and Rhaena approached you and showered with tender hugs and kisses, Jace even assured you that you could count on him as your own brother and that he would help you whenever you needed it. You were so moved by his sudden promise that you kissed both of his cheeks and held him so tightly that you might have broke his ribs. After a short moment he peeled you off him, chuckling lightly and kissed your forehead before he and girls followed their mother, mounting Vermax and Moondancer.

You were left alone with none other than The Rogue Prince. Daemon looked at you longingly, a shadow of pain was written on his face, but he stood unwavering, not moving an inch towards your direction.

- How did the negotiations go? Rhaenyra seemed to be a bit… uptight – you got close enough to him so he was within your arm's reach. He rolled his eyes at your apparently rhetorical question and smiled contemptuously.

- You know how they went, little doe. My wife would never humble herself before the Hightowers and that usurper cunt of a king on the throne and I would rather throw myself to dragons than to allow any of it – he spitted through his teeth, words oozed from his mouth like a lethal poison. He has never hidden his contempt for The Greens and he was the last person to bow himself before an enemy.

- Daemon, I want you to know…you and Rhaenyra, that you don’t have to worry about my loyalty. I will never betray you and will always stand by you no matter what happens. And I am ready to follow you into battle, even if it means abandoning my husband and fighting against him – you laid your hand on his firm chest, your other one grabbed his forearm to highlight your words. His listless gaze turned into more sentimental one, a familiar sparkle lit his irises and you knew that glance full well. He always looked at you like that whenever he wanted to console you or to just take care of you.

- I know, Ziry-zaldrīzes (Dragoness) – he cooed, his warm breath brushed your neck as his lips stroked your cheek, his touch was featherlight.

His fingers caressed your jaw gently before he kissed you slowly, passionately, savoring every bit of it as if he wanted to keep this moment forever. You leaned forward, deepening the kiss, your hands brushed through his short, silky blonde hair. You wanted him to stay with you so badly that you were ready to sneak out to some boondocks for a little while, so you could both enjoy yourselves, away from the world and from prying eyes. But you knew it was impossible, he already had his Queen to whom he was faithful and to whom you were no match, you were always just a backup option, the second one in line. At least that was what you told yourself so far.

- Kesan jiōragon ao hen hen kesīr, sesīr lo īles se mōrī run nyke gaomagon isse ñuha ābrar (I will get you out of here, even if it was the last thing I’d do in my life) – he finally broke the kiss and brushed his finger over your bottom lip, unable to bear your doe look – For now, try not to brawl around too much – he pecked your lips for the last time, smuggling a small piece of paper into your hand. You looked at him crestfallen but he didn’t say anything as he walked away, trying to curb Caraxes whims who apparently couldn't wait for his master to order him to soar up, wiggling his exorbitantly long neck and screeching.

You watched as The Blood Wyrm rose up, spreading his large wings widely and disappeared into thin air with Daemon on his back. You sighed with resignation, looking at the paper in your hand. You unfolded carefully sealed note and you froze the second your eyes landed on written words.  

‘An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Lucerys shall be avenged.’

 

And that's it, how do you like the Fire & Blood theme? :D I hope your imagination enjoyed every bit of it! And guys, Blood&Cheese is coming! I need to warn you, I haven't read the book yet and I doubt I will, because I don't really like the the way it's written, the chronicle format is something I try to avoid to be honest. But I'll do my best to not mess up events too much as I already have read a lot of summaries and other stuff and I think it's going to be okay :D That's not it, because in next part you're gonna get... Aemond&Aegon duo! A brotherly competition in fucking you blind. I know I supposed to write this as a separate fic, but I thought it fits the theme of the series very well. And Aegon is such a little, flithy shit, it's going be so much fun writing threesome fic including this wretch :D

 

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[theearlgreymage]

Hello and Welcome to my grand project - May Their Blood Boil

This Fic originally started out as a small idea, meant to be a small birthday present for @ic3-que3n. And then the idea grew, because I love them and wanted to do something BIG. And then I reached out to multiple artists and friends (a complete list of those involved can be found below.) So, now this is a beast (haha) of a project. At the time of this initial posting, I have 70,000 words written for this fic -- my lovely editors and beta readers are helping to make sure each of those words is ready for uploading!!

For now, updates will come on a weekly basis.

I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary

Born in the Underground, Levi has been raised on the fringes of civilization. Never once getting to feel the sunshine on his face. But when one of his closest friend grows sick, the only way to procure the life-saving medicine is to take a dangerous job. One that will lead them above ground. Levi never would have guessed the route this treacherous job would lead them. Raised on the surface, Erwin has lived a life of lies and deception. Knowing more than he should and still nothing at all. He wants, more than anything, to uncover the mysteries that the nobility keep to themselves. Willing to go down a dark road and do whatever it takes to find the answers he seeks. When Levi and Erwin's paths cross, they find themselves inexplicably intertwined. Working together to unravel the lies that Eldia is crumbling beneath. But uncovering the truth will be tricky. The journey dangerous. All the magic in the realm serving as nothing more than a cage. And too often spilling blood is the only way to be set free.

Read the entire Fic here on AO3

Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI | Chapter XVII | Chapter XVIII | Chapter XIX | Chapter XX | Chapter XXI | Chapter XXII | Chapter XXIII | Chapter XXIV | Chapter XXV

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Rating and Additional Information Below the Cut

Fandom | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating | Explicit

Warnings | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships | Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoe, Nanaba/Mike Zacharia

Characters | Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Rod Reiss, Frieda Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman, Erwin Smith's Father, Nile Dok, Dot Pixis, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Additional Tags | Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV Alternating, Magic, Blood Magic, Rebellion, Espionage, Revolution, Secrets, High Fantasy, Fights, Fist Fights, Blood, Blood and Injury, Royalty, Nobility, Illnesses, Terminal Illnesses, Loss of Limbs, Minor Character Death, Miscommunication, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Emotional Slow Burn, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Neck Kissing, Gentle Sex, Angst, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Sex, Fanart, Additional Tags to Be Added

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[sadeyedlady-writes]

For the Truth or Dare ask game: 🌵, 🔪, 🍦, 🎨

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Sorry to disappoint but I do not have a link to share! I’m a puts-my-entire-music-library-on-shuffle-and-revel-in-the-chaotic-mixture girlie. When a song plays that reminds me of a particular book or pairing, I do add it to a playlist of that, however.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Well, during the research for this fic, google was literally giving me crisis hotlines at the top of the search results because I was searching things like “what does it feel like to be stabbed in the chest” “how long does it take to die from a stab wound to the chest” “how long can a person remain conscious after a stab wound to the chest” etc. etc. etc. I was making google very concerned lol.

But I don’t even know if that’s the weirdest, because those are kind of the standard “I swear I’m a writer not a murderer!” search queries. The weirdest was probably something like the time I was desperately trying to find out how long the voyage from Germany to New Orleans would have been via steamship in the mid 1860s and having to resort to a free trial of ancestry.com just so I could get the dang passenger lists in order to compare the arrival and departure times, or combing through agricultural advertisements in American newspapers in the 1860s (if I ever finish that dang chapter you’ll know why) or the fact that I’m currently reading a 400 page academic text on moneylending in Imperial Russia…

There’s a lot of weird niche research that goes into writing fic lmao.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Noooo how could you do this to me when all the characters I hate are very deserving of my hatred? Gah. Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov came to mind immediately, so let’s see… um.

He has affection for Alyosha (but only because Alyosha is loving toward him, and he’s still an absolute jerk to Alyosha quite often)

He makes Pyotr Miusov miserable and it’s pretty hilarious.

He got extremely angry when Grushenka was referred to as a “brute creature” and defended her, so we do love to see that, even though he’s still a gross pathetic little creep when it comes to her.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Noooo there’s no way I can possibly pick a favourite when all of my fandoms are full of such incredibly talented artists!! But I guess the most impressive fanart project that comes immediately to mind for me is @gegengestalt’s Microsoft Paint—yeah, that’s right, you heard me correctly. Microsoft Paint—illustration of the entirety of tbk from start to finish. It’s amazing. https://www.tumblr.com/gegengestalt/717765289928015872/the-entirety-of-the-brothers-karamazov-in-mspaint?source=share

But yeah, gah, I am in absolute awe of all the fantastically talented artists in all of the fandoms I’m in. You guys are terrifyingly talented.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

#sadie answers #fic writing things #writers truth & dare ask game

[nymphacae]

Yes hello I found the train wreck au you have and now I'm salivating cause it looks amazing and sounds amazing and I wanna know more please 👀👀👀 I am very worried for my heart XD

!! hello! this is so sweet, i will forever be happy that people are interested in my stories : ] esp @ this AU in particular! it's definitely been my most favorite one to work with - i've been yelling about it with friends in dms for like, a little under a year now?? it's a big story! lots of backstory and worldbuilding to do! lots of inside jokes to make!

sadly i can't reveal TOO much - not as much as i want to anyway. i mean it took this long for me to even reveal the NAME! but i can offer a little rundown for some newcomers and…oldcomers idfk

this is an AU where rymin are born in modern era: the train crashed in 1986, but the story takes place in 2021

min boarded the train in september 2016 and has been on the train for approx. 5 years - he is 23 by the time the events of the fic start

rymin haven't seen each other since ryan left powell lake, and min presumes ryan went off to pursue their dreams in NYC without him and is probably living it up Rockstar Style and he's very normal about that

ryan is transmasc in this AU, and it'll play a very, Very crucial role in the story + rymin's early dynamic (just comphet things: your parents ship you together and you don't like it!)

min joined the apex, which has disbanded by this time in the story. he didn't Do Crimes though - in fact, his number hasn't changed at all since he woke up in the iceberg car with kez! weird

min traveled to the left of the train

there's a lot of stupid denizens i made just to make min have a mental whiplash every chapter

there's about four (4) different monsters to watch out for. humans not included - kinda

it's a survival/psychological horror (duh) with a focus on codependency, generational/secondhand trauma, perspective, and forgiveness.

(and body horror.)

you could guess some of these from my playlist, but huge inspirations for the story are silent hill 2, layers of fear, observer (2017), jj macfield and the island of memories, the last of us, and on a semi-lighter note cowboy bebop and that one time a league of legends song came up on my playlist and i couldn't figure out if it was a hero or a villain's song

anyway. chapters 1-2 are all finished (just workin on illustrations w buds rn) and 3 is currently on its second draft! i'll release it probably a week after the final paper trails chapter, which will be HOPEFULLY soon! i've just got some Secret Stuff for it…

so uh yea! keep your eyes peeled! fingers crossed it'll be out either by the end of this month of the beginning of february !

#its also a rymin au i promise i swear you'll see. you'll see..... #asks #trainwreck au

[vermillioncrown]

for the fic writer asks, 12 and 14?

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

okay okay 🙈 i was dancing around the subject of it in my tags a few weeks back but you know what? spotify playlist for the phd-verse

it's specifically a playlist for timkorv vs me picking songs and jamming for the mood per ch (and dbd's playlist is comprised of the chapter titles)

(bil is like. scattered songs from my "wangsta" playlist lol)

for those without spotify, BirdBrains the playlist:

Enter Shikari, WARGASM (UK) - The Void Stares Back

The Chemical Brothers - Hold Tight London

Solid Gold - Who You Gonna Run To?

Polyphia, Jason Richardson - Nasty

Fall Out Boy - America's Suitehearts

Thomas Azier - Angelene

XXXTENTACION - the remedy for a broken heart (why am I so in love)

Jiang Chen 江辰 - Yǒu Zhǒng 有种 (Having Guts)

COBRAH - MANIC

The Glitch Mob, Ambré - How Do I Get to Invincible

Epik High, Miso - True Crime

Muse - Undisclosed Desires

take what you will from the playlist 😏

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

probably dbd because it'd be visually stunning, i'm a sucker for wuxia/xianxia/guzhuang stuff + it'd benefit from the visuals. but it'd also be a huge bitch to produce (either illustrate or actually costume lmao)

most feasible would be bil, it's just basketball and from si!kagami's pov you can even remove all the fancy special effects lmao

but i guess that's not the question lol. aside: i tend to mentally block scenes with physicality in mind and i'm lucky my imagination is v visual, too -> i've gotten multiple comments on separate fics on how the commenter can easily see a scene being a comic panel or filmed as a drama so 🙈🙈🙈🙈

#inquiry #Anonymous #verm ask game #on tpac #phd-verse #verm is listening...

[giaffa]

Fifteen questions for fifteen mutuals; I was tagged by @mirillel thank you so much! 💖💖

1. Are you named after anyone? I'm not named after any family member but it's an ancient roman gens name so I guess it counts as being named after an entire family

2. When was the last time you cried? Last week because Good Omens got to me

3. Do you have kids? No and I'm not planning to

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but only with people who I know will be comfortable with it

5. What sports do you play/have played? Not playing anything right now but I did baseball and rollerskating in elementary school, artistic gymnastics in middle school, and fencing and canoeing in high school. Right now I just love to hike

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? I think fashion and attitude are the first thing I notice, I like to look at all the different ways people express themselves with their style. Also facial features and hands, but that's a professional habit because my brain instantly catalogues some people as drawing references

7. What's your eye color? Blue/gray

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both are fun!

9. Any special talents? I can and I will infodump about history

10. Where were you born? Less than 1 km from the sea

11. What are your hobbies? Drawing, reading, making a ridiculous amount of playlists, strumming, baking, hiking and aimlessly walking around. Just a bloke who does fuck all

12. Do you have pets? No, I had a dog years ago and I'd love to have one again in the future

13. How tall are you? 1,63 m

14. Favorite subject in school? Art, literature and history

15. Dream job? Historian/researcher/curator or illustrator

I don't have fifteen people to tag so @bich-the-moss @thegothicsainteloiser @spikeys @ahoy-hoyy @kissingmonsters @violecov @emeraldskulblaka @mikedirnts-sideburns no pressure tags for you guys

#some urls won't get the tagging thing right I hope you guys see it in the notes #rip this hellsite #tag games

[gummybugg]

hello! i really like character making and character design :]

i'm wondering if there's anything in particular that inspires you. and who/what jumpstarted you into creating your own characters and stories

-🌈

(This one's gonna be a bit all over the place, sorry about that I got a bit excited)

So hi! I really love character creation, it's one of my favorite things to do :')

i'm wondering if there's anything in particular that inspires you

Music like the Beatles, ELO, Queen, Will Wood, indie, punk rock, and really whatever I get when I hit an interesting recommendation (I'm eclectic)

Video games: Persona series, Fallout, Hypnospace Outlaw, Undertale, Sally Face, umm also indie horror games are generally where it's at for me

Jojo's bizarre adventure, one punch man, neon genesis

I was a theater kid at some point and am inspired by Chicago, Cabaret, Cats, Rock of Ages, and Rocky Horror for their wackiness/vibes

Webtoons/comics: Paperteeth!, After Dark, I'm the Grim Reaper, Lovebot, Space Boy, Solid State, The Prince of Southland, Yuna and Kawachan, Electric Bones...

Besides media, I am inspired by people I interact with (which can help me build character relationships) and qualities I pull from the inside. Also, I have had a strong interest in psychology for a long time, so my stories are very character-centered. I also like throwing in a funny edge to most things I create because I don't like being serious 100% of the time. I like to experiment with irony a lot, as you do.

I'm inspired by ideas I wish people talked more about, what'd I liked to have seen as a child, untraditionally beautiful characters, wacky characters, and characters flaunting who they are because they're proud to be themselves. I love unfixable characters who learn to find worth, characters who are overly complex, characters who fall from grace, blah blah blah. Or sometimes I just write characters for fun and with no real motive, who gain a purpose later on by chance. But not all stories need lessons or purposes or morals or whatever. Some things are more fun when they're just existing because they can. I feel like my wip Crater City is like somewhere in between having a purpose and having none at all.

Other things that help inspire oc: drawing them with random art generators, scrapbooking their very own page, filling out oc interviews, participating in writeblr events/games, spending a whole day listening to their playlist, forcing myself to write one scene with them in it, pinterest-ing, creating a blog/journal/site about them, etc.

who/what jumpstarted you into creating your own characters and stories

I started writing as a small child and would create illustrated "stories" based on real events that happened in my life but lowkey exaggerate them because I was like 6, hehe. Or play with barbies or legos or whatever and that's its own thing right there. Then I moved on to big boy things like writing in notebooks about girls with horribly made up names that mysteriously resembled Disney princesses' names because I'm bad at naming things (see: my webkinz pet named "the blue whale").

I'm not sure what jumpstarted character creation for me, I guess it was always this ✨️💕thing inside me all along 💕✨️. I think it was because I was a quiet child and kept to myself, which meant a few friends and a lot of introspection at a young age. But I was/am inspired by things all around me. Things that make me feel nostalgic, bittersweet, or whatever other emotion that's hard for me to explain because emotions are weird for me.

As a child, I created ocs based on who I wanted to be more like. Ex: an outgoing hero with bold hair, a strong anti-hero with a bit of edge, an adventurous hero who easily befriends others, etc, etc.

As a teen, I created ocs fueled by spite ("I can make better ocs than half of you seasoned authors even if I'm just a kid") and also my knowledge of the dsm-5. I think I was inspired most by my trauma, so yeah, that'll do it to you. I still dig deep down for some inspo from my Deep Dark Past™, which has helped me understand myself and ocs better, who would have guessed? But this doesn't exempt me from research.

As an adult I am motivated to write because of the impending doom that we all die some day so I better wrap it up before something happens to me and I lose my ability to write by some chance I'm out of college and I have my whole life ahead of me and have no more boring essays tying me down :'DD

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