#it's about the hands. it's about the intricate rituals. it's about the not letting yourself touch or be touched

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Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

#astarion #ascended astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #check the intro warnings #graphic #m/f pairing

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blue bird cries pt.2 || aegon ii targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen/TargaryenF!Reader summary: months after aegon's drunken outburt, rhaenyra comes with a question that is bound to change your life. <the hearing and dinner scene> wc: 8.7k tw: aegon targaryen, incest (cause yknow targaryen's) reader is aegon's half sister, unhealthy relationship, angst, bittersweet ending, implied smut, a bit unrealistic because i’m delusional, canon divergence, slight ooc helaena, idk how land inheritance works. part one here!

a/n: there was supposed to be two versions of this but i kept re-writing & re-writing, i wrote about four different versions & hated all of them. except this one of course :) isn't proofread because if i stared at my laptop screen any longer my eyes would melt . enjoy. also! finishing some oneshots for tlous & hotd, so stick around for that taglist: @bibli0thecary

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Two seasons had nearly passed, and though you and Aegon disappeared from each other's lives, Aemond and Helaena had become ever more present in yours. A kinship which you hadn’t accounted for, never imagining you would become close to Helaena. Not after all those years of almost ignoring one another—of feeling guilty for being in love with her husband. 

But when one day you were studying in the gardens and she asked to join you, how could you say no? It became a ritual after that, moving from the gardens, to your chambers, to hers, and eventually Aemond’s. You all huddled over your laps, tables, chairs—there was never a surface you found difficult to balance your books upon. 

There were times when you would convince both of them to stop studying, Aemond would always argue but Helaena would eagerly agree to whatever you proposed. Aemond outnumbered could do nothing but adhere to you both. Nights were spent eating chocolates, dancing, and gossiping about the Lords and Ladies at court. Helaena at first did not see the fun in gossip but after Aemond let out a curse word her eyes widened and she giggled and joined in. Her gossip included the horrible embroidery and fashion she saw that day, which you could talk about for hours. While Aemonds was a bit more on the politics of those in court, one subject he hated the most was the Lanisters. 

“Ser Tyland seems to have taken a liking to you” 

You scrunch your face in disgust, “Does he not have a lady wife in Casterly Rock?” you asked already knowing the answer.

Helaena let out a fake gasp, “Oh the treachery” 

You laughed, “No Ser Tyland please do not cast your lady wife aside for little me” dramatically you placed your hand on your head for a pleading effect. Helaena laughed, Aemond smiled and let out a chuckle. 

Other nights you would practice braiding each other's hair, while Aemond sat in the corner of whatever room you were in reading. Once you had convinced him to let you braid his hair without arguing he agreed, sharpening a dagger as you and Helaena braided away. 

You grew to love spending time with Helaena, she always found the most simple things intricate and fascinating. Always timid when someone new arrived at court, always in her own world which now you consider yourself lucky to be able to be a part of. Sometimes you would even look after Helaena’s twins—your nephew and niece, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Though it troubled you to watch them alone, they resembled Aegon more when Helaena wasn’t present. They were living breathing proof of Aegon’s commitment, of his marriage to Helaena. A cruel joke by life, if you were not to love Aegon you would love the pieces of him. 

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The night before Rhaenyra’s arrival the three—five counting the twins—of you were in your chambers. You had pushed all the furniture towards the walls and adorned the floor with pillows, furs, and quilts. 

Aemond sat upon your fur covered floor with his back pressed against the couch you had not moved. Helaena leaned against him as she embroidered, occasionally glancing up to see the twins. Your head lay leisurely on her lap enjoying the quiet fuss of the children. 

Months ago the mere thought of Helaena and everything she stood for was enough to bring you to tears but as you laid your head on her lap none of that seemed to matter. The afflictions of a young girl in love shattered to pieces when presented with sisterhood. 

Your bubble of peace burst when your chamber doors opened, Ser Criston stepped in announcing the presence of the Queen and none other than Prince Aegon.

At the mention of his name you freeze, with a heavy heart you refuse to look at him. Your heart filled with regret and guilt at the words you had spat at him. Instead you focus solely on the Queen whose presence still after many years caused you to stiffen. You stood and bowed as your siblings didn’t even blink. 

“Mother,” Aemond greeted her.

“Your highness” you politely greeted as she smiled at you. Regardless of how many times she tried to convince you to plainly call her step-mother or simply mother, you always insisted she was Queen before she could ever be your mother. But of course to your siblings she was their mother first, any royal title always came second or even last.

“Good, you're all here,” she spoke. From behind her two servants emerged taking the children with them.

You rose from the floor to sit on the couch, refusing to acknowledge the Prince. 

“There will be a hearing on the morrow, Vaemond Velaryon has called into question the validity of Lucerys Velaryon position as heir to Driftmark”

Puzzled, you almost asked what exactly there was to question. But Helaena rested her head on your lap and Aemond placed a hand on your knee which shook you from your thoughts. A move they had done many times before when they did not want you to be upset. 

You think of asking regardless of your siblings' strategic move but your eyes betray you, shifting to steal a glance at Aegon. Your thoughts stop as your eyes meet his, heat rises in your throat and for a brief moment you longed for the feel of his hands around you again. 

Following his line of sight you find him staring at both Helaena’s head and Aemond’s hand. Touches so insignificant yet they were a display of affection you would never be able to share with him.

The Queen spoke, “I expect you all present,” she directed towards her children, “As always Princess you are more than welcomed to join us” she said to you. 

Respectfully you nod, thinking about your sister's homecoming. Her return after six years and she was returning under the most distressing circumstances. 

“Good, good” she comments looking over at the three of you. She smiled, and took her leave. As she left the room you assumed Aegon would follow but he stood still as the doors closed. You looked towards Aemond who seemed unfazed by his brother’s presence. 

For a moment you allow yourself to set your eyes on Aegon again, a smirk lined his lips. And though you knew he hated you, you couldn’t help but admire him. Taken by his eyes a sorrow hid beneath them, his lips that were always tainted by the wine he sipped, his perfectly disheveled hair that framed his face. In a blink you look away trying your best to portray your annoyance with his presence, because though you regretted your words nothing good would come from looking the least bit remorseful. 

You tried to occupy yourself by running your fingers through Helaena’s hair, every strand you stroked felt softer than the last. Feeling Aemond lean towards you, your petting stops looking to see him raising his book to you. He had done this many times, indicating he wanted to share something he read with you. Sometimes they were poems, philosophical passages, or historical facts regardless you always happily read them.

The chance to read the passage was stolen by Aegon’s words, “Perhaps you three should try to not so accusingly look like a harem”

All the beauty that you admired moments earlier had dissipated as you rolled your eyes. 

Aemond placed the book down and looked at his brother, “Perhaps you should try to not so accusingly look like you're in need of a bath. Or do you not know how to bathe? In that case simply ask the servants for help” 

Helaena giggled as she buried her head into your lap trying her best to stifle her laugh. It was a childish jab and yet you laughed silently covering your mouth with your hand. You could see Aegon’s eyes drop unamused, leaving your chambers without a fuss.

“Do you suppose he’ll go bathe?” you jokingly ask.

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The day of Rhaenyra’s arrival you had tried to round the royal family to meet her, but your search was to no avail; none of them appeared to be on the grounds of the castle. Though truthfully you hadn’t looked for Aegon.

As you waited for Rhaenyra your annoyance with the Hightowers grew. Your siblings, following suit of their mother, did not care for the arrival of their eldest sister. How could the Queen so deliberately ignore your sister's arrival? It was an act of irreverence towards the future Queen that neither you or Rhaenyra would soon forget. 

Your annoyance was interrupted by the sound of hooves and the entrance gate rising. Her arrival was met with you standing by the entrance gate alone; your only companions were the King’s Guard stationed outside. 

Watching the carriage stop before you caused excitement to bubbled in your stomach, Rhaenyra was finally here. As she stepped out of the carriage, you shared hugs and kisses. 

More were shared with her small clan, filled with nephews, niece, and your uncle.

After greetings you tried explaining the lackluster arrival party, but she simply grabbed your hands reassuringly. Your nephews and niece departed to explore the Red Keep and you led Rhaenyra and Daemon to your fathers room.

“‘Tis only been some years and you have grown so beautifully” Rhaenyra said.

“You flatter me sister,” you smile, “But if you think I’ve grown, you should see my dragon” you smile thinking fondly of the winged creature. 

Your uncle laughs, “And what is the formidable beast’s name again?” 

“Red Wing” you smiled, “But the Dragon Keepers sometimes refer to him as—”

“The Crimson Terror” he finishes. Truthfully your dragon was no terror, he was simply spoiled and moody. But you would never admit that preferring to have everyone believe he was frightening monstrosity.

Still you nodded and there was a pause in the conversation as the three of you turned the hallway. You suppose neither of them knew how to speak to you—or you to them—years of separation had left you feeling like strangers. Perhaps under better circumstances you could have grown to know them once again. You had very few memories with your uncle, but you remember fondly all the times spent with Rhaenyra before she married and had children. 

“Have they been kind to you?” she asked.

They in question being the Hightowers, the Queen and the Hand

You nodded, “Her highness has always been gracious towards me, the Hand pays me no mind” 

“That cunt” Daemon says. You try your best to hide the laugh that threatened to spill out. 

“He’s occupied with the good of the realm” you say sneeringly. 

Daemon catches on, “Always so courteous, even when mocking someone” he smiles at you.

“Father says discretion is key” 

“Does he?” Rhaenyra asked.

“He used to, after you left”. You had never once brought up her departure even in the short time you corresponded through ravens. Up until your twelve name day it was a sore subject. You had been inconsolable the first year, always being on the verge of tears whenever someone brought up Rhaenyra. Begging your father to allow you to visit her and yet he never did. It wasn’t until years later that you learned why, you suppose it was the milk of the poppy that got it out of him. But regardless he confessed that he feared you would go mad with grief upon your return. A part of you sympathized with his decision, another was filled with anger. Years of separation from your sister simply because of the fears of madness. 

“Ah” she acknowledges her departure, “It was with a heavy heart that I left” a frown is on her face.

“I know. I hold no resentment towards you” you smile.

At your words she returns your smile, reaching to grab your hand, “Your presence is longed for in Dragonstone,” she squeezes, “You do remember that it is to be yours once I am Queen. It would do you good for you to familiarize yourself with it” 

The thought of visiting Dragonstone sounded exciting, considering how you used to sob for it. And the only time you had left King’s Landing was for Laena Velaryon’s funeral, which wasn’t the fondest memory.

“Are you suggesting a visit?” you ask excitedly.

She smiled—a full smile, “More of a permanent residency” 

Oh, her words caught you by surprise, you never imagined or thought of leaving the Red Keep. You knew Dragonstone was to be yours one day, but never gave a second thought to the reality that you would in fact one day reside there. You assumed Rhaenyra would become Queen and you would simply stay in the Red Keep, for what business did you have in Dragonstone? A whole sea away from your father and siblings. 

“A generous offer but—”

She interrupted, “Give it some thought”

On the arrival to the King’s quarters you excused yourself, kissing them both goodbye. Retreating to your chambers you thought of perhaps looking for your siblings but you knew you would not find them, Aemond and Helaena resembled ghosts in that way. Moving through walls without a sound and only showing themselves when they wanted to be seen. 

In your chambers you thought of your Rhaenyra’s offer, of how drastically your life would change if you accepted. Of the distance that would keep you from your siblings, you had just grown close to Helaena how would you be able to leave her? Or Aemond who you had a soft spot ever since you were children.

You wish you could say Aegon was not a part of your decision making, but thoughts of him crept into your head—for a brief moment you wished to stay solely to be able to lay your eyes on him. Even if his eyes stared back filled with hate and disdain. 

Thoughts of your father began to flood your mind. How devastating it would be were he to die and neither of his eldest daughters were by his side.

His voice rang in your head, remembering one of his many lectures. Where he would boast of the Targaryen legacy and the weight of the crown. 

“You have a duty to the Realm, a duty to your house”

What is duty if not serving the ones you love? And your love for family cut deeply, a love so sharp no sword in the Seven Kingdom could compare. You knew regardless of your decision you were going to bleed. 

“A Targaryen must always reside in Dragonstone” 

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The night was spent thinking, you had all but made up your mind as you entered the Great Hall. 

The hearing was to start in a matter of moments, you walked greeting the Lord’s and Ladies of court. Who were here for no other reason than for a show, to watch your family momentarily stumble or if they got lucky, fall and become ordinary like the rest of them.

In a matter of moments you stood at the front of the hall next to your sister and uncle, your nephews and niece standing behind you. 

“Let us get this over with” Daemon huffed in annoyance. 

Standing next to Rhaenyra you spoke in hushed voices, she was insistent this was a ruse. By stripping Lucerys’ claim as heir to Driftmark they were questioning the legitimacy of her own claim. She was sure Vaemond and the Hand had aligned themselves and created this plan. And though you tried hard to pay attention to her words, the only thing you could think about was whether you had made the right choice or not. Selfish thoughts on a day that was detrimental to your sister and your house.

Though you were deep into the conversation with Rhaenyra the arrival of your siblings had not gone unnoticed by you. Thoughts of uncertainness were briefly paused as the same annoyance from yesterday crawled up your skin. You spotted Aegon trailing behind Aemond and Helaena. 

You wanted to walk over and question why they had not been present upon Rhaenyra’s arrival. 

But couldn’t talk to them in good conscience knowing you were teetering with the possibility of leaving. And a hearing that called into question the legitimacy of your nephew was no place to inform them. 

Besides there was a part of you that knew why none of the Hightowers had shown up. The rivalry between Alicent and Rhaenyra was one that had grown roots and solidified itself over the years. A rivalry you knew was encouraged by Otto and had been passed down to their children and because you were neither of their children you did not participate in their hostility and aversion. 

When a silence washed over the throne room you braced yourself for what was to come. The thick doors of the hall opened revealing Vaemond and his banner men. Vaemond walked into the Great Hall with an aura of unbotheredness and ease, almost as if he knew he would come out victorious. 

When he began his petition you watched your sister and uncle, both of their brows pressed tightly on their faces. Jace and Lucerys stood behind them, little Lucerys doing his best to keep his head held high. The longer you looked at them, the easier the decision seemed. 

You wish you could say you were attentively listening to the concession before you but you would be lying. Your attention was stolen by Aegon, who did nothing but stand besides Aemond looking bored, tired, and unimpressed. You stared at the intricacies that were the features on his face wondering what he was thinking, if he was thinking at all. 

As your eyes raked over him his eyes stared back, in a blink your eyes were at the front of the room. Refusing to meet his gaze pretending you were not just gawking at him during one of the most important meetings of your sister's life. 

To make sure neither your gaze or thoughts slipped towards Aegon you slid next to Lucerys. Who you were sure was nervous about the current proceeding, alleviating some of his nervousness would do you both some good. 

Just as Rhaenyra began her petition the doors of the throne room opened, guards announced the arrival of your father. 

Any thoughts you had before were pushed to the side as your benevolent father who by some miracle or sheer will made his way into the room. In slow strides he approached the Iron Throne.His arrival had taken the room by surprise but no one looked more surprised than Vaemond, who looked between Otto and the approaching King. 

The King had some trouble walking up to the throne, dismissing the guards who tried to help him and as your uncle helped him up the petition continued. At the wishes of Rhaenys the King reaffirmed Lucerys claim as heir to Driftmark. You smiled at your nephew reaching for his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. 

Vaemond of course was displeased and didn’t bother hiding it, his words were filled with venom and hatred. Daemon was staring daggers at the man, fire burned in his veins, you were sure of it. Then you caught his eyes landing on Rhaenyra, they glanced at one another in a blink she gave him a small nod. If you did not know her as well as you do, you would have thought nothing of it. Was it a nod of approval? of permission? Of agreement? There was no time to wonder as Vaemond angrily spun and pointed at Lucerys. 

”That is no true Velaryon” 

You moved in front of Luce, shielding him from Vaemond.

“And certainly no nephew of mine” 

Rhaenyra ordered the boys return to their chambers but neither of them moved. 

“You have said enough” she directed at Vaemond. 

“Lucerys is my true born grandson, and you no more then the second son of Driftmark”

“You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides” he turned towards Lucerys but when his eyes did not land on him he looked at you. His eyes bore into yours as you refused to stand down, refused to give him access to view your nephew. 

“And gods be damned I will not see it ended on the account of this—“

There was a pause in not just his words but the room as well. Then the words boomed out of Vaemond’s mouth. Bastards, a whore. Your eyes widened, the room was stunned. Lucerys hand became an anchor, for if not you would have pounced on Vaemond and tore him to bits. 

“I will have your tongue”

Then in one swift movement Daemon was behind Vaemond, his sword in his hand. In a blink you saw red and half of the man's head on the floor. 

Finally able to pull your eyes away from the corpse you made sure your nephews and niece were okay. They looked shocked, a bit shaken but good nonetheless. Your eyes made their way to the other side of the room where your siblings stood. Helaena looked frightened, Aemond intrigued his eye following Daemon, Aegon looked shocked, his eyes on the body then for a second time during the hearing caught yours. 

“He can keep his tongue” Daemon wiped the blood off Dark Sister, quickly guards surrounded him. 

“No need” he nonchalantly wiped the blood of Dark Sister returning to Rhaenyra’s side. 

You had heard stories of your uncle’s rash behavior from your father before, but hearing about it and witnessing were different things. 

━━☆━━

Dinner came in the short hours after the sun had set. Candles and torches lit the dining room, light chatter was being swapped by all as everyone anticipated the arrival of the King. 

You stood with your nephews and their soon to be brides, chatting about how their travels had fared them, how life was in Dragonstone and King’s Landing, and how they wished they could see you more. 

Though you had enjoyed your life in the Red Keep you missed your nephews. Their little faces and big eyes, all but nearly convinced you to take permanent residency in Dragonstone. 

Looking forward you spot Rhaenyra in her seat, she looked rigid and uncomfortable looking straight ahead. Coincidentally the Queen was seated in the same manner, they both looked awkward and stiff. You knew words went unsaid between them, how could they not since the last time they saw one another was the night Aemond lost his eye and the Queen cut Rhaenyra. 

The doors of the hall opened, guards stepped in carrying your father on top of his chair. Everyone stood with their hands clasped in respect for the King. 

As everyone sat the tension in the hall could be cut with a butcher's knife. You wished to sit beside Rhaenyra but knew you couldn’t due to her husband. It seemed every couple in the room was sitting side by side. The only exception to this couplet seating arrangement were you and Aemond. You had assumed you would be sitting next to one another since neither of you were wed, but there was no chair beside Aemond. The last empty chair sat right in front of your father, of all seats in between Jace and Aegon.

Rasp coated your fathers voice as he spoke, “How good it is,” he inhaled, “to see you all tonight, together” he looked at everyone around the table. You smiled as his eye landed on yours. His sight of the table ended as he longfully stared at Rhaenyra. Who held his gaze until the Queen looked at her, her eyes shifted to the intricate spread that was on the table before her. 

“Prayer before we begin?” asked the Queen. Leaning into her your father agreed

You had grown accustomed to the overcompensation of the Queen ever since the night of the incident. To lessen the rumors that she was mad she began to worship The Seven, heavily. Their symbols began to become increasingly prevalent all throughout the Red Keep. You simply went along with it considering your father did not care, perhaps due to his old age. But if it didn’t bother him, it didn’t bother you. 

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena,” your nephews and their bride smiled gleefully, “Further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes . . . and their betrothed”

You lifted your cup smiling at the couples.

“Hear, Hear!” your uncle Daemon says.

Placing your cup on the table Aegon leaned towards you, your body tensed at his closeness. Unsure of what to expect, you didn’t move. So when he acted as if you weren’t there and pestered Jace you nearly pushed him away. 

Nearly, pushing Aegon would require your hand to touch his chest. An act so miniscule, that wouldn’t mean anything to most, a shove, a push, it was an ordinary action. Yet touching him felt like an illicit affair. 

“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman”

You roll your eyes at his words thinking about how unbelievable he was. Baela looked at Aegon disapprovingly, as if to ask him what his nerve was. Quite aggressively Jace set his wine cup down, ready to retaliate but your father spoke. 

A toast was called in honor of Lucerys, forgetting about Aegon’s crude words you picked your cup enthusiastically towards Luce.

Watching your nephew you thought if he could accept his role as heir to Driftmark at his young age, surely you could accept your own fate. 

Your thoughts of your fate were cut short as again Aegon leaned over, you swallowed every fiber in your body telling you to push him away. Inciting violence was not what you wanted to do on this night. You looked around the table to see if anyone noticed, no one batted an eye except Aemond. 

“You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that” 

Aegon never did know when his jokes were in bad taste. Always poking and prodding until he got an explosive reaction from the other person. 

“Let it be cousin” 

“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed and my aunt” 

You smiled at Jace’s act of protection, the gentleman that he was.

“Hm. Your aunt” Aegon said as if contemplating the concept of the word. 

You shot him a glare annoyed at his stupidity and his little verbal stunt, “Perhaps it would be best if you returned to your dinner little brother”, you forced a polite smile. His eyes looked up at yours before he turned his attention to his cup of wine. 

Your father’s cane hit the floor, and you saw him struggling to stand, his breaths heavy and strained.

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world . . . yet grown so distant from each other in years past” he looked down trying to remove his mask, struggling. A look of unease painted the Queen’s face as if bugs were crawling up her skin. The mask dropped onto the table with a ‘clunk’.

You had only once seen him without the mask once, the night you had sat at his bedside reading. You thought he could not hear you, but as you mispronounced a word he laughed. Asking if you had always pronounced it that way, sheepishly you admit you had. He laughed in a way you hadn’t heard in years. In all his movement the mask slid down his face onto the bed, barely holding onto his face. He asked you to not be frightened by his appearance, you told him you never would. 

Free of the mask he turned to look towards Rhaenyra’s side of the room; they all started silently. If they were alarmed or frightened they didn’t show. Turning to your step mother’s side you saw Aegon’s head dip, not daring to look at your father, you almost laughed. Helaena kept her eyes on her fingers, Aemond stared eagerly; he always was captivated by the macabre.

“My own face . . . is no longer a handsome one . . . if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king but your father, your brother” he turned towards Daemon, “Your husband . . . and your grandsire. Who may not it seems walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown then for the sake of this old man, who loves you all, so dearly”, he sat back down practically falling onto his seat. 

The room stilled until Rhaenyra stood with her cup raised.

“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen” she looked towards her, “I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife” she paused, “She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that she has my gratitude and my apology” 

Her words took you by surprise, it had been years since the Queen and Princess spoke to one another, least of all kindly. 

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow” she stood, “I raise my cup to you and to your house” and as if the words were hard to say she paused, “You will make a fine Queen”

Happily surprised you smiled at Rhaenyra, you hoped their cups were a step in the right direction, perhaps a hopeful future lay in front of them.

“To the Queen and the Princess” you raised your cup drinking from it as did everyone. Aegon practically downed his cup, then he glanced over to you, you pretended not to notice. Even when he stood and walked in between Jace and Baela, Aemond’s eye followed him.

With every brief look at Aemond or Helaena, you wondered when it was best to tell them about the decision that laid at your feet. To involve them in your decision would alleviate your guilt, but it would also mean they would try to convince you to stay. 

Your thought came to a sudden stop as Jace stood slamming his fist against the table. You hadn’t heard what Aegon had said but you knew it was unrefined. When Jace cleared his throat Aemond stood, the table quieted, all eyes looking at them both.

Inhaling Jace grabbed his cup, “To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen eachother in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles” 

“To you as well,” Aegon said annoyed, sinking back into his seat. 

Turning to Jace you laugh, “Nicely done” you made sure to say it loud enough that Aegon would hear you. 

Then Helaena stood, it seemed everyone was raising their cups tonight. Aegon sat forward with his hands clasped as his head rested on them, clearly embarrassed by Helaena. Gods if you could strangle him you would. 

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you” Aegon vexed, didn’t bothering to look at her, “except sometimes when he’s drunk” 

You heard the laugh of your uncle clear as day, which caused you to laugh. 

“Let us have some music” 

Jace stood asking Helaena to dance, she looked up to Jace who had his hand out then to you almost as if asking if she should. You smiled in response then she smiled and took Jace’s hand.

As Helaena stood you caught Aegon rolling his eyes, his jaw tightening as if upset. 

His own upsetness almost made you roll your eyes. The hypocrisy of Aegon to claim all Helaena was good for was bearing his children and yet be upset by a simple dance. 

Feeling brave and in the mood to serve Aegon a taste of his own medicine you tease him, “Come now little brother cheer up, ‘tis not like you would ever dance with your lady-wife” 

He didn’t look at you, his eyes looked everywhere but you.

“Yes but she is mine. Perhaps you’ve forgotten with the whispering you three get up too” he sipped from his cup as he looked at Aemond. 

“Jealous little brother? That we have stolen our sister from you” he didn’t respond. You smiled leaning back into the wooden chair. 

His lack of response solidified that you had gotten under his skin.

Your fathers painful moans echoed through the hall, guards quickly came and took him away, Out of respect for the King you stood along with Rhaenyra and Daemon. 

“Please, sit” the Queen begged. 

You didn’t listen as you saw Lucerys from the corner of your eye snickering. Following his eyesight you saw Aemond with a roasted pig in front of him, immediately you understood.

Aemond slammed his fist against the table as he stood, Jace and Helaena stopped their dance. 

“Aemond”, you shook your head. He looked at you but his stubbornness never allowed him to listen. 

“Final tribute” his cup raised everyone's eyes on him, “To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise,” he paused and you could feel it, his next words would be no good, “Strong” 

“Aemond,” the Queen pleaded. 

The room had gone momentarily still.

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three . . .” enthusiastically Aegon raised his cup in the air, “Strong boys”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace threatened.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment”

Angrily they both approached each other. You almost laughed thinking about how you did not want to cause a scene during dinner and there Aemond was; causing a scene. In a blink Jace hit Aemond square in the jaw, beside you Lucerys rose, Aegon followed towards him they were both out for blood. Immediately you follow Aegon, seeing him grab Lucerys and throw him against the table towering over him. 

“Aegon that is enough!” you heard the Queen say. 

You grabbed Aegon pulling him off your nephew, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Don’t touch him,” you snapped. You stood in front of Lucery's protectively as Aegon retreated with a smirk and his hands held up. 

“Looks like the princess has come to your rescue. Again, first Vaemond and now I” he snickered, “Is the princess going to hold your hand again? Can’t fight your own battles, nephew?”

“Pay him no mind Lucerys, he’s a drunk and now it appears also a coward” 

His hands came first and you almost think there will be a repetition of what occurred in his chambers. But instead his hand grabs your face, his index and thumb squishing your lips together as his fingers pressed against your cheek. His hands were made of an iron grip, you could feel his middle finger under your chin. 

“Watch your tongue, sister,” he warned. His eyes filled with a different rage than you remember, grief was woven into his anger. His lips stained red from the wine, gods did you want to taste it. 

“Perhaps you should release the princess, lest you do not care to keep your hands”, Daemon said, looming behind you. Aegon kept his eyes on you, they quickly trailed to your lips as his hand dropped. With a final look he turned and retreated to the opposite side of the room. 

Baela and Rhaena stood ready to lunge at Aegon, luckily for him two guards held them back. Lucerys moved towards his brother both ready to fight their uncle’s, guards also restrained them

Checking on both your nieces you hadn’t heard what Aemond had begun to say.

“Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs” he stalked towards Jace who had freed himself from the guards' grasp and stalked towards Aemond. 

“Wait, wait!” called Daemon, stepping in front of a charging Jace. With no other option Jace retreated back. 

“Go to your quarters. All of you, now”, Rhaenyra commanded before looking at you, “Pack your belongings we leave at sunrise” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. The decision had been made for you and you understood why, there was too much animosity between your opposing families. Rhaenyra would no longer allow you to be caught in the center, you had been in the Red Keep without her for far too long.  

You nodded and with a heavy heart retreated to your chambers, unable to meet anyone's gaze. The walk to your chambers was sullen and with your head hung low you pushed open your doors. 

Afraid of the sadness that would engulf you at the thoughts of leaving both Aemond and Helaena you began to pack quickly. Tossing clothing onto your bed, emptying drawers by shaking them, piling your favorite books by your feet. 

The hour was quite late when you had finally gotten about half of your items packed. A sigh left your lips looking at the pile you still needed to sort through. 

But before you could even begin the doors to your chambers burst open. Rushing in was Aemond and Helaena both looking angry and distraught. 

“You’re leaving?” Helaena spoke first looking at the mess of dresses, riding outfits, books and trinkets that laid on your bed. 

“What is the meaning of this?” he looked at you, “You planned to leave? And with no intention of telling us?”

“I was—I was. But then dinner turned into—I wasn’t even sure whether my departure was permanent or not” you alluded and his eye momentarily looked to the floor, “I just forgot” 

“How long have you known?” Aemond asked.

You take a breath, “Rhaenyra proposed the thought on the morning of her arrival” you say twiddling with your fingers

He scoffs, his mouth agape in disbelief, “Since when has she cared about your position as heir? When was the last time you received ravens from her? Or gifts for your name day? She abandoned and forgot all about you” 

“Aemond,’tis my duty as heir of Dragonstone” you try to reason, not wanting them to be upset with you. 

He shakes his head, “No, I will not stand for this” 

Helaena neared, your name gently falling from her mouth as she took your hands. She smiled at you, “If you want Aegon, have him. Please just stay” 

Your once beating heart stopped, your blood ran cold, shocked, your eyes widened at her words. Never once did you dare think anyone least of all Helaena knew of your transgressions with Aegon. How foolish of you to think Helaena was blind to it all. To your sudden cold shoulder and avoidance of Aegon. Of course she knew, still you wonder if she knew of the kiss—of the love confession—of Aegon’s hands wrapped around your throat. 

 “You think I have not noticed the longing looks that wash over your faces. He's my oldest brother I will always love him, but as a husband I hold no love for him” 

There was no time to process her words because as if on cue the doors to your chambers opened, revealing Aegon. A laugh almost escaped your lips, surely the gods were playing a gag on you. 

His eyes raked through your chambers searching for answers, “So it is true then, you are to leave?” he asked

“Yes” you simply say

“So our eldest sister can just show up and pluck you from us” 

Us. Since when was there an us?

“She is not plucking me” you retorted defensively.

He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, “She has convinced you to leave under the guise of heritage”

“A heritage that is also yours”

“Hardly”

Your eyes shifted but their’s never did, all eyes were on you and it made you want to crawl into a hole and never return. Desperation, hurt, and betrayal painted their faces.Unable to handle it you plead, “This is my duty. Why can’t any of you see that, we all have a duty, this is mine” 

“You think your duty is to live in that desolate hellscape?” Aegon snapped. 

“That desolate hellscape is our ancestral home and I have been chosen to maintain the tradition, it was bound to be one of us” 

He scoffs, “She’s using you and you are too blind to see it. You’re nothing but a pawn in her game. A means to an end” 

Your eyes narrow ready to unleash another berate of words at him, but Aemond cuts in.

“He’s right” 

For a third time in the night your eyes widen. Disbelief at the word that came from Aemond’s mouth. Aemond who would roll his eyes whenever Aegon entered a room, who never took anything he said seriously and who certainly never agreed with him. 

“Rhaenyra only beacons you to Dragonstone to show strength in her claim as heir” 

“There is strength in the claim it is the King’s proclamation”

Aegon rolled his eyes and Aemond huffed turning away from you. Your eyes caught Helaena’s, she looked worriedly at you. 

“Do you believe I am a means to an end?” 

“There is a reason for everything” she plainly stated 

You were not blind to politics, you knew how her invitation would look to all those who whispered about Rhaenyra in the halls. It would appear to be a strategic ploy since having you by her side showed that you supported her right to rule. You didn’t ponder if there was any truth in the thought. You had thought about it all night before the hearing but a part of you desperately wanted to believe the invitation was genuine, that Rhaenyra had your best interest in mind. That she was not just beckoning you because it would benefit her.

To hear your siblings so openly agreeing that they thought you were being used both angered and saddened you. They had never been kind to Rhaenyra, never gave her a second thought yet they stood in your chambers declaring she was using you for her own means. 

“Out. All of you” they didn’t move, “Get out!” 

Helaena was the first to react, she visibly recoiled at your shout, her eyebrows raised as she looked at Aemond who looked at you once more before leading Helaena out. 

Aegon followed but instead of exiting he closed the doors, turning towards you, “I have left you alone to gallivant with our brother and my wife and yet you still punish me” 

“My departure is not your punishment, there is no punishment” 

“And still you injure me” he enunciates every word, his hands pointing inward at himself. 

You sigh, like his drunken stupor Aegon was no better sober–no more understanding or thoughtful. 

“Injure you?” you laugh, “You wrapped your hands around my throat, you cut off my breathing and yet you speak of injury” 

Guilt washed over you knowing you were in no position to chastise him, but his belief that his hurt out weighed yours angered you.

His eyes shifted to the rings on his fingers twiddling them,“T’was a regretful incident”, his eyes slowly came back to yours. There was glint in them, regret perhaps the facing of a truth he was denying. 

You don’t respond, continuing to sort through your items. A moment passed before either of you spoke.

“Are you to leave and never return? Is this the last night I will lay my eyes on you?” 

“Of course not, I’ll return for Rhaenyra’s coronation, for name day celebrations, festivities, hearings”

His eyes harden, “And who’s to live with you in Dragonstone after our sister and her clan return to King's Landing?” 

You freeze, his question had caught you by surprise, you hadn’t even thought that far ahead. 

“Will you reside alone with nothing but servants to keep you company?” He takes a step towards you standing on the opposite side of your bed.

“Alone or not I will be fulfilling my duty” 

He laughs, “You speak of duty yet if you truly cared about your self-proclaimed duty you would be wed by now”

Your patience was running thin and emotions high, “And who am I supposed to wed Aegon? Some Lord who sees me as an opportunity to be close to the crown. Marriage may mean nothing to you but I will wed someone I love”

His head drops towards the floor before it raises again, “Did you not confess to me in my chambers?”

You scoff, “I confessed because your hands were around my throat, because I could not breathe”

“You have never been a good liar”

Of course you knew that, but to stand before Aegon and confess your love again would add to your betrayal and how could you do that to Helaena again when she knew. Your treachery would stop at allowing Aegon’s lips to fall on yours, you would not make the same mistake twice. 

“If you are to continue pestering me–I ask that you leave” 

He didn’t respond and you didn’t bother looking up, continuing packing your trinkets.

“Did you mean it?” 

You look up, taken aback unsure if you had correctly heard him. His eyes stared back at yours searching for answers, they looked almost pleading, pathetic in a divine way. 

Opening your mouth to speak felt near impossible while he looked at you, “Aegon . . . “ you pleaded rather roughly.

“I want to hear it from you,” he paused.

“Was once not enough? Must I rip my heart out and show it to you? We are not children anymore this game you are playing has to stop” 

“This is not a game to me”

“You treat it as such”, he walks around the bed stepping towards you. His messy hair framed his face like it always did, loose strands falling over his left eye. 

When he was close enough that you could reach towards him you thought he would stop but he did not. He kept walking in slow strides, you nearly trip over your own books stepping backwards. 

You should have ran, placed some distance between Aegon but you couldn’t move, stuck in a trance that was Aegon’s eyes. A trance that was momentarily broken as your back hit the cold stone wall.

“Don’t go”, his eyes are imploring, so close you could feel his breath on your lips when he spoke. You wanted nothing more than for him to leave, to make your departure easy because the longer he stood before you the faster the self restraint you had held for months began to slip.

His hand came to your face, a finger gently traced your cheek. You turn from him defensively refusing to let him win, to let him see how desperately you longed for his touch. 

“Look at me” his fingers came under your chin attempting to move your head. But you protested lifting your head away from his grasp. Again he repeated his action and again you moved pushing his fingers away, moving frantically trying to get away from his touch. 

“Look at me,” there’s a sternness in his voice you had never heard before. His eyes were filled with fire, his grip like steel and you are left with no choice but to face him.

With his free hand he brushed hair that had fallen on your face during your struggle. Your eyes locked with his, looking at him felt like being lit by a thousand suns–by the fire that lived within the dragons. With every passing second your resolve was deteriorating, and you did not want to know what would happen when it did. 

“Do not leave” he gently brought his second hand to hold your face only this time you didn’t fight him.

The Aegon before you was vastly different then the one you had seen the past couple months. There were no snarky remarks or annoyed looks, there were only distressed words and pleading touches.

“I must”, it was a sullen response. 

He shakes his head, “No you do not. Stay”, he's begging. 

In return you shake your head.

His hands squeezed your face, “I’ll stay true to Helaena, I will not disturb you” there was a frantic urgency in his voice. 

You laugh, “We both know that’s not true”

Perhaps under different circumstances Aegon could change, perhaps if he respected his marriage things would have been different. But there was no changing the man he had grown into. 

You place your hands on his in an effort to pull them off but he did not yield. A part of you was glad his touch did not leave, basking in the warmth you would not feel again. There was a pull in your chest the same one you had felt the night of his drunken stupor. You tried to push it down, to swallow it whole but it was far too overwhelming.

He said your name softly, thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. And as his body pressed against yours–you were again teetering dangerously close to falling under his trance. Time seemed to stop as both of you inhaled each other's breaths. Aegon’s head slowly comes closer to yours, his lips a word away. 

He paused and all you could think about was how close he was. How far apart the two of you had been up until this moment. 

There's a hot slash in your chest and you know immediately what it meant, your string of self restraint was cut. And there was no point in trying to regain hold of it, for it would slip right through your fingers. Any trace of respect and honor for the sanctities of marriage or yourself were gone. You could feel the vines of guilt beginning to climb your body but before they could wrap themselves around, you acted. If you were to scarcely see Aegon for the rest of your life you would take advantage of your last night in the Red Keep. 

Pushing every thought and feeling down you press your lips to Aegon’s. He’s taken aback you know because he does not react right away. But quickly he returns your actions without hesitation or pause. His lips moved with yours they tasted of; fruits, meats, and of your failure to stay away. 

You should not want this–want him. Not after his actions in the dining hall, not after he so easily strangled you. But as his hands left your face and began to roam over your body you did not care about his previous arrogant behavior. 

When your lips parted Aegon wasted no time in tangling his hands in the lace of your dress, his fingers working expertly. His eyes bore down on you, the sadness behind them was gone, replaced with a hunger you had never seen. It should have made you feel small or weak, like a sheep who has been caught in the mouth of a wolf.  

But you felt neither small nor weak, not as your fingers found themselves under his shirt. Your cold limbs pressed against his hot skin. You were two hungry dragons waiting to draw blood to sink their teeth into flesh and fill the hungering ache in the pit of your stomachs. 

As your lips met again desperately your teeth and tongues clashed. A battle of hands and lips took place, a tugging of lace, cotton, and skin.

While Aegon’s fingers traced down your back and his lips nipped at your skin you paid no mind to the regret that would eat you alive tomorrow. The shame that would haunt you every time you close your eyes as the image of Helaena was conjured up by your mind. Your little sisters pleading eyes as she handed her husband over to you on a silver platter all so you would stay. 

Tomorrow you will not be able to face Helaena, tomorrow you will sneak off before she’s able to say goodbye.

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[aetherswhxre]

I feel like Mountain deserves the world and I wanna give it to him. I mean, just look at him... he's just so cute and quiet. How about some good ol' needy Mountain smut with blowjob. And snuggles after!!

Here you go!! I really enjoyed writing this and feel free to send in more Mountain content!!!

Today had already been quite the stressful day. Long hours of staring at paperwork had started to make your eyes cross. You were ready to be off and enjoy a long nice soak in a super hot bath with your Ghoul. Papa Four had been on one recently and had put a lot of the Ghouls under stress as well, working them with long hours of rehearsal for the upcoming rituals.

You almost cried out of happiness when the clock finally struck six and you happily grabbed your keys and left the office, making sure to lock the door behind you. Your office sat on the upper floor of the church, large windows overlooking the vast cathedral below. Tucking the keys into one of the hidden pockets of your habit, you turned and made your way down the hallway, rotating your neck and sighing at the satisfying crack.

Pushing open the doors, you slowly made your way down the steps of the stairwell, your mind going to your Ghoul, wondering how he was holding up. He was probably still stuck in practice and you mentally prepared yourself to take yet another bath without him. For the past few weeks, it seemed that he always crawled into bed in the early hours of the morning and he was already gone before you woke up. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew he was completely loyal to you, you’d probably start to think he was sleeping around. Not many people could…well…handle him.

You giggled to yourself at the thought as you opened the door at the base of the stairs, leading into the cathedral. As you passed the confessionals, you gasped as the door suddenly opened and a long arm shot out and pulled you into the dark and small space. You opened your mouth to scream but the voice of the person you missed most called out to you. “Don’t scream! It’s just me!”

Then his natural smell hit you. The deep smell of patchouli and sandalwood wrapped around you and you leaned into it. “Mountain?” you asked, despite knowing it was your Ghoul that currently held you in his arms. You felt a face nuzzle into your clothed neck and you heard him groan. “Mmmm, it’s me, love.” His hands fell to your hips, squeezing gently. “I needed you. I haven’t seen you in so long, I really fucking need you baby,” his voice was breathy and needy as he rolled his hips into yours. “Mmmm, missed you so much.”

You moaned softly, tilting your head back as warmth spread across your entire body. Your hands cupped his face and you let out a light gasp of shock as you discovered his mask was not where it normally was. “Left practice in a hurry to see you. Forgot it,” he mumbled against your shoulder when he felt your hands touch his face. You laughed breathily and leaned in to plant your lips crookedly against his. He keened at the smallest touch and leaned into you, his grip on your waist hardening slightly. He pushed you against the far wall of the booth, his massive frame towering over you in the dark. “Taste so good, fuck.” His lips were eager against yours, small sighs escaping from him every so often.

His hands snuck up your body and when you felt the slightest amount of pressure on your shoulders, you knew what he wanted. “Have to feel your lips on me, please baby. Please.” He took a step back, big enough that it allowed you to sink to your knees before your Ghoul, your hands skirting down his chest and upper thighs as you did so. You made a quick haste of the intricate weavings of his ties that held his pants closed, practically ripping them down to his mid thigh in earnest. This was the first time in what felt like forever that you felt his heated skin against yours. Now Mountain was one of the few Ghouls that physically had to wear the human contraption of briefs, simply because what he was packing was entirely too big to be flopping about.

Your hands danced across his confined cock, relishing in the way he was already achingly hard. “You did miss me,” you teased, leaning in to give the material a long lick. The Ghoul above you jerked his hips, a small moan leaving his mouth. “Please,” he begged, “I want your mouth so bad.” Your fingers dug into the band of the underwear and you pulled down. The small holes in the confessional window allowed you to see shadowy images once your eyes had adjusted to the slight darkness and you were thankful in that moment. The sight of his heavy cock dropping was one that you permanently had engraved into your memory.

Your hands cupped the base of him, using a small amount of arm strength to lift it up, placing him before your mouth. He once again jerked the moment your touch encapsulated him. He was over sensitive from the only hand touching him these last few weeks being his own. And it never truly satisfied him the way that your touch could. And the proof had already begun to show.

You kissed along the side of his cock, the soft skin warm against your lips. And when you had reached the base, you managed to place a few nips at his exposed hip bones, noticing he had pulled his dress shirt up to be able to watch you. Your eyes flicked up to his as you raised your eyebrows wickedly. His eyes locked with yours, as he once again tilted his hips forward. “Please, Baby.” You faked an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes. “I guess, since you’re so cute like this, all at my mercy.”

You licked a long stripe up the right side of his cock, appreciating the gasped moan that came from your ghoul. Once you got to the tip, you allowed the flared head to pop into your mouth as you gently sucked. Mountain’s thighs quivered, his upper body slumping against the far side of the confessional. If Satan ever came to drag him back to hell, he swore that he would drag you along with him just to be able to have you by his side for eternity.

Sitting up slightly higher on your knees, you pulled off of him enough to allow some of the spit you had accumulated to run down his shaft. Both of your hands wrapped around him and gave him deep and slow pumps, listening to the way his breathing increased. You replaced your mouth at his tip and took him in slightly more this time, enough to still be able to breathe and to let your tongue dance across the tip in your mouth. In rhythm with your hands, you moved your head back and forth, managing to get a little more of his massive size into your mouth with each try.

Your jaw already had started to hurt. You never measured him but you were pretty sure he was at least two and a half inches across in girth and your jaw felt it every time. You came back into reality and you could hear the small whimpers that your Ghoul had tried to muffle unsuccessfully. You tightened your grip on his shaft and that movement alone caused him to push himself from the wall and tower over you once more. “So good,” he whined, his hands ripping your headpiece away, wanting to entangle his claws into your hair.

After one particularly good suck, he leaned over you, arm resting on the adjacent wall above you and proceeded to rest his head on his arm, looking down at you. He had started to buck his hips in rhythm with your hands and mouth and an idea popped into your head. Pulling off of his cock, you swallowed your breath uneven. “Use me,” you said. “What?” came his breathy reply. “Use my mouth to get off. You’re so needy so use it.”

He released a small groan at the thought and situated himself, one leg on either side of your body. He guided your lips back to his cock and when he pressed in, his hand came to the back of your head, claws entangling into your hair once again. “Scratch me if I do too much,” he warned before he shallowly started thrusting into your mouth. You hummed in appreciation at his caring nature and his cock twitched on your tongue at the feeling.

His pace started to pick up slightly and more and more of his cock entered your mouth. You were barely even halfway down his shaft when the head hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. You felt him pull away but you quickly wrapped your hands around each of his muscular thighs and forced him to stay. He whimpered at the feeling, keening slightly off of the wall. After a few more thrusts, you noticed he was only going half in, not daring to try to force the entirety of him down your throat - despite the fact he had done so many times before.

Reaching up, your hands landed on his ass and you pulled him towards you, causing his cock to enter your throat. The grip he had on your hair tightened and once he got the confirmation that you could handle him, his pace picked up. His tail wrapped around your wrist and stayed, a comforting gesture in the moment. Soon enough, the entire cathedral echoed with the sound of his pitched moans and the sound of your slight gagging. If anyone were to enter the cathedral at that very moment, they would hear the unholy sounds coming from the confessionals. And the thought of that spurred Mountain on. You were his. You were on your knees for him, servicing him. Tonight he was determined to leave early so he could pay you back with endless hours between your thighs, drinking up everything you had to offer. The thought of your taste along with the feeling of your throat had him nearing his end a lot faster than he thought.

You reached your right hand under his cock and felt for his heavy balls, cupping them into your palm. You knew this was his weak point, having come across it during one of your intimate experimental nights. You rolled them in your palm, causing his hips to stutter and for his free hand to slam against the wall, the loud bang echoing throughout the church. “I’m close, I’m so so close,” he whimpered, his pace speeding up slightly. You could feel the tears rolling down your face at the uncomfortableness of having such a large mass shoved down your throat but the noises he made rectified any mistreatment.

Within a minute, Mountain grabbed the back of your head tightly and shoved you forward as he came, his hot spurts shooting down the back of your throat. He released high pitched whines at the feeling and his weight bounced from one leg to the other as his orgasm washed over him. You could feel yourself begin to choke and you slapped his thigh several times to let him know. Too caught up in his haze, he realized a little late that you were signaling for him to release your head. With a sputtered ‘sorry’, he released your head and took a step back, adjusting himself back into his briefs and his pants. He left the laces untied as he pulled you from your knees, flinching at the way you coughed harshly.

He pulled you into his arms, the Ghoul using his strength to lift you against him as he held you, waiting for your coughing fit to end. He whispered small apologies in the meantime, running his fingers through your hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your lungs settled and you sighed happily against him. “I missed you too, you know,” you spoke softly. He hummed in acknowledgment, his warm lips kissing your face gently. “I’m coming home to you tonight at the usual time, Papa be damned.” And after a moment he cheekily added, “and don’t be wearing any clothes. I want to ravish you.”

You laughed lightly, running your fingers through his hair. “I look forward to it. And maybe I won’t have to bathe alone tonight. That would be nice,” you breathed against his neck. You felt his shoulders drop slightly. “I’m really sorry I've been so distant. Once we come back from the upcoming ritual, I promise I’ll be all yours.” You rubbed the skin at the nape of his neck. “I don’t fault you, Mountain. You’re going to be kick ass during the rituals if all this practice has anything to say about it.”

He laughed, the vibrations running through you. His tail brushed against your leg as he swayed it back and forth, content in the moment with you. But as all good things must come to an end, a long bang exploded upon the wooden door of the confessionals. You jumped slightly in your Ghouls’ arms, his grip on you tightening protectively. “Alright love birds, break is over, Mountain needs to come back to the practice room.” Swiss’ voice called out from the other side of the door. You groaned softly, listening to the steps recede.

Mountain dropped you gently back onto your feet and bent down to reach for your headpiece, handing it back to you. After a few moments of you adjusting it back into place, Mountain bent down to land a deep kiss upon your lips. A temporary goodbye kiss.

He opened the door for you, allowing you to step out before him, a small hit coming across your bottom. You turned to scoff in astonishment at him, giggling softly. “Like I said, be naked when I return tonight,” he said as he stepped out of the booth, having to bend down so as to not hit his head. “And what if I'm not,” you challenged. He leaned down close to your ear as the confessional door slammed shut behind him. “Then I'm going to rip whatever pretty little number you have on, off.”

A shiver of excitement ran down your spine and you looked up into his eyes. “I’d like to see you try. Also your laces still aren’t tied.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek, hurriedly shooing him away before any other members of the church were able to see his revealed face. His tail ran along your arm as he brushed past you, turning to give you a small wave before he disappeared into the dark back paths along the church. Satan, you were looking forward to tonight.

#mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #ghost band #the band ghost

[silentmoths]

No because..this has been stuck in my head FOR MONTHS. Let me set the scene lol A Reader x Zhongli one-shot.

Reader lives in Liyue and has a job as a package/message/etc delivery person and just either runs around doing their job or maybe uses a vision (I personally think Anemo would work best in this case but whatever you think is best!) and is pretty well known and liked in Liyue. Maybe Reader/Zhongli/both has crush on the other. How did they fall for each other? Would they get into a relationship? Smut?

You honestly have free reign of all the intricate details, I trust you! Your writing is PHENOMENAL!! You’re literally so good!! Thank you!!! :))

forgive me for attempting a different style/layout for this one but I feel like it's a perfect candidate!

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronouns) Reader

Fluff, getting together, lil bit o smut at the end ;)

How you meet:

You're just a humble delivery girl, honestly. Between your Anemo vision allowing you to jump much higher than your average person, and your skills with a wind glider (some call you the gliding champion of Liyue!!) you could get around the harbour far quicker than most, which made time sensitive deliveries your main forte.

You run into Zhongli, almost quite literally, when you'd been tasked at delivering last minute inscense to the funeral parlour. Usually it was the ferrylady you spoke to, but she was away today, and in her place stood a very tall, handsome consultant.

You dust yourself off, straighten out, pray your face isn't too red, and hand him the box of inscense required, he gives you his signature and thanks you deeply for arriving as quickly as you had, apparently the director had made a very rare mistake and had mistaken another batch of inscense for the ones required for a ceremony today.

It was no big deal, you even hand him your business card, lest it happen again, you'd always be around the harbour helping people.

How you keep meeting/ the first date?:

It doesn't exactly escape your notice that the wangsheng director seems to be making a 'mistake' with the stock every few days...how strange.

You'd never met her personally, but from what you'd heard prior, Hu Tao, for as eccentric as she was, always seemed to on top of things.

not like you were complaining, you still got paid...and you still got to see Mr. Zhongli. He was always the one waiting for you these days, smiling that same, sincere, warm smile as you arrive, sometimes on foot, sometimes gliding down from the pavillion, it depended on where you'd had to pick up whatever was required.

One day however, as you arrive, he's also recieving another order, huh, looks like he'd ordered lunch in today. He thanks the other delivery person before turning to you with an even warmer smile than usual.

"Ah, (y/n), I am to assume you're here to deliver the white sage?" "That I am, Mr. Zhongli! perhaps you should have Hu Tao double check her stocks..she seems to be making more mistakes than usual." you giggle, handing the package off to him.

"Perhaps, she's currently out at the moment however...would you care to join me for lunch? wanmin resteraunt's finest."

you cant even begin to stop your mouth from watering.

"O-oh, I shouldn't impose..."

"It's no imposition. I had originally ordered extra for the director, until she ran out shouting something about meeting up with Yanfei, so there is entierly too much for just myself."

Little did you know, this would become the beginning of a weekly ritual, eventually, Zhongli did stop making an excuse about Hu Tao, Insisting that you stop and take a short break with him when you could swing it instead.

one you were all too happy to oblige, spending time with him was a nice reprieve from your usual sprinting about town.

Getting serious:

Surprisingly, it's you who works up the nerve to ask him out on a proper 'date' about three months into your usual weekly lunch breaks with him, a grateful shopkeep had gifted you a pair of tickets to see Ms. YunJin's opera, and you'd taken a guess that it might be right up his alley.

Your guess had been very correct.

Zhongli meets you outside the parlour as you finish up for the day, unfortunately you just didn't have the time to get home and change, not with how busy the day had been.

You're so full of jittery energy as you both make your way to the pavillion, it was an unfortunate side effect of your job, everything was always so time sensitive that it took a while for your adrenaline levels to settle for the day.

Thankfully, Zhongli is there, easily looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, his own calm demeanour serving to bring you down a little faster...that and it was just kind of nice to be held.

your penchant for kind touch does not go unnoticed, and you find atleast one of your hands held gently with his own the entire night. He explains the nuances of opera that you'd never quite understood, and you find yourself smitten just listening to him talk, you could listen to him speak on the most mundane subjects and you'd still be enamoured.

He insists on walking you home after the show, it was dark out and he didn't want you running into any trouble. By now your own internal clock was screaming that it was time for bed, you were exhausted, and it was friday, which meant you finally got a couple of days off to rest properly.

Zhongli is, of course, a gentleman. Walks you to your door and waits with you until you can fish your key out and unlock it. You ask if he'd like to come in for some tea, but he declines, insisting you look exhausted, and that he did not wish to keep you awake much longer.

He doesnt pull away when you turn and, on your tip-toes, press a kiss to his lips and thank him for the night, that you hope you could both do this kind of thing again sometime.

Your kiss is returned with a soft, affectionate exhale and a promise.

Getting down n' dirty:

You weren't exactly sure what to expect when you first have sex with him. Honestly in your mind he could have gone either way, either a total gentleman, or an absolutely depraved, kinky creature.

Turns out? he's right down the middle.

He likes watching you squirm as he pleasures you, but despite the smirk and the mean glare, he's also murmuring praise and calling you beautiful, telling you how well you're doing for him.

he tells you to relax, easier said than done when his fingers are doing sinful things to your insides.

you can tell, by the way he snaps his hips as he thrusts into you, that he wants to go faster, to go harder, but he wont, not until you tell him to.

He was simultaniously all over you, engulfing and controlling in the best ways, but also attentive, aware of you and your desires and your pleasure.

It's just a good thing you were secretly a kinky depraved creature yourself, who has no problem begging him to go harder, faster, to leave his marks and to ruin you.

You wake the next morning to a home cooked breakfast, a cup of tea, some painkillers and Zhongli, still apparently basking in the afterglow of the night before, and more than happy to put you back together.

#Zhongli genshin #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #silentmothasks #moth is not silent #silentmothwrites

[frostgears]

second chance

the doll… began. she did not wake up, because she had not been sleeping, because dolls do not sleep. but she had not been a doll before.

"it worked," she said to herself, and then, louder, "it worked!"

the shadows in the room replied. "of course it worked. i told you i would make you my doll, and i did." darkness flowed into a pillar, the pillar swirled into the shape of a woman, clad in fluid black and a cloak in the vague shapes of feathers. "now kneel for me, doll."

she did; she could do nothing else, for the witch that had remade her. she knelt, marveling at the smooth precision of nightbrass joints under the slick-hard-soft material that witches and dolls name "porcelain". her right knee had tendon damage from a hiking accident in grad school, but she didn't have tendons any more.

"thank you, my mistress."

and then, "something's wrong with my voice, mistress."

"oh?"

"i don't sound like me. my voice… it should be higher. i can't— something's wrong." still looking up into the eyes of her mistress, she raised intricately articulated fingers to her throat, pressed them to her trachea, felt only the barely-yielding substance of her new porcelain body.

"you might need to re-learn a few things, doll. the muscles that you used to use are gone."

was that a smile on her mistress's face? it was hard to tell. weren't dolls supposed to feel what their owners felt?

"let's get you dressed," her mistress said. clothes fell from the ceiling on strands of shadow. a neat little white apron, the frilly dress of a servant doll.

three sets of hands stripped her of what was left of her ritual vestments, slipped the dress over her head, simultaneously caressed her cheek and tied the apron tight around her. too tight.

"wait. mistress. please. something's— my chest—"

"what chest, doll?"

hands of shadow groped her through the dress. there shouldn't have been that much loose fabric. then they withdrew.

"it's how it's supposed to be. i don't feel a problem here."

the doll froze. outwardly, she became a statue. inward, something spun, some arcane mechanism going to speed for the first time. she felt an alien satisfaction stirring in her. was this the link that was supposed to bind her to her mistress? she didn't like it, not at all.

"what the hell did you do to me," she said. the doll couldn't muster the force she needed to put into those words. the low unmodulated monotone wasn't how she wanted to sound.

the rotor or compass or wheel or whatever it was within her shifted to a new gear, a high thready whine. she could hear the literal workings of her own thoughts now, she supposed. and there was one she didn't really want to be thinking, but she had to know.

her hands wouldn't move. they wouldn't move.

"ah, ah. dolls can't play with themselves, you know. i'm the one who gets to play with you."

the hand slid up her thigh and squeezed between her legs, seizing on something that hadn't been there for years, but was somehow again, horribly back, and horribly hard. cast in enduring porcelain on her new body, in fact.

"please. did the ritual backfire. mistress. what happened."

"Maddie, you were always a shitty fucking sub, you know that? you were fun to play with, sure, but you always had to ruin it by being so impossibly fucking perfect. you won the hormone lottery, you gave yourself that breathy little voice, your fancy tech job paid for that pretty face and those big pillowy tits… you deigned to let me play with you, because you were never actually scared of a scruffy mess like me, but i knew there was always a line behind me waiting for when you were done."

shadow boiled around her and her mistress re-coalesced before her. the alien satisfaction surged within her, hot and vibrating.

"so when you learned what i am, when you asked me to remake you, for the universe to hand you one more godsdamn thing on a silver platter, well… of course i said yes immediately, weak piece of shit that i am, and then i thought about it, really thought about it, and that second yes, that was genuine."

a finger traced the underside of her chin, tilting her face up to pitiless dark eyes.

"you're going to have to beg me for everything you ever had that you ever held over me. oh, and doll?"

"yes, mistress." involuntary. automatic. shit. shit shit shit. the internal mechanism spun up to a cadence like a dental drill. the doll looked into its mistress's voidshot eyes, and it knew with mechanical certainty that its final choice had been a terrible mistake.

"your go-to won't work any more. dolls don't cry." □

#dollposting #empty spaces #microfiction #t4t

[faithinchances]

3, 21, or 22 (or all if you are so inclined)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

When I sit down to write, boy howdy can I write! There was one day this month when I wrote like 3k in under an hour. Writing sprints.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

“No. The animal like a horse but smaller with big ears, it’s grey. Stubborn like one of those is stubborn. Unmoveable, like a mountain. So, so stubborn. So often is this a good thing for you as a footballer, but right here, Jamie, it holds you back. But you are also so bright and curious and eager to learn, so devoted to doing better. That is the Jamie I want to see right now. The Jamie who is hard-working on his flaws, even the flaws that no one else sees. I value having you fit to play, and this is something that will help you with that. This is why I want you to see Philip.”

from Cityzens chapter 16

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Ben pulled a small package out of his cubby, and tossed it across the room to Jamie. They’d wrapped it in paper with the City logo on it replacing the polka dots. “Classy,” he told the room (and the camera Halvar was holding), but ripped the paper on it and opened the box without even looking at it. What the fuck. “Oi lads, what the fuck is this?”

It didn’t look like a sex toy, but on the other hand it was also pink silicone, with spikes of the same coming out of it. It read LICK YOUR CAT™ on one side.

There was a giggle somewhere in the room, and Wolfy said, “It’s a brush for your cats.”

“Right, okay, what?”

“So you can lick them.”

“Yeah Jamie, come on, you’re telling me you’ve never experienced the intense desire to lick your cat?”

“Uh, not really, no.”

“Oh no! We all know you have immense jealousy that you can’t participate in intricate cat social bonding rituals.”

Laughter echoed around the room. “Come on,” Ben said, “let’s see it.”

from the yet-untitled Cityzens sequel that I've made very slow progress on.

#ask game #thank you!!!!!! #untitled cityzens sequel might wind up being #real people #ted lasso

[rocksandboulders]

hey guys :) are you looking for more ways to manifest in your life and/or do you not have time to set aside for manifestations? even if you are not spiritual, these are great ways to build a healthier headspace for yourself.

my BIGGEST tip, which i use on a daily basis, is to turn your everyday tasks into a ritual. here are some examples to use or to find inspiration from:

1- CLEANING RITUALS (showering, bathing, brushing teeth, brushing hair, sweeping, dishes, etc.)

firstly, this is one of the easiest to come up with, and it makes large strides towards positivity, especially when it's something you dread doing. rather than thinking about how badly you want to be done with x task, take a breath and think about how you are doing x thing for y outcome. this can be something as simple as cleansing the space, both physically and energetically, but you can also get more complex with it if there's something with more steps irking you.

when i shower, for example, i use shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and body wash, and i use each item twice. this gets really tedious sometimes, but if i give a reason for why i am doing each thing, talking myself through the process, it slows my brain down, grounds me, and leaves me feeling much more fulfilled by the end. (ex: "i am washing my face to rid myself of any masks i put on that i dont wish to keep." "i am washing my hands to wash off any unsteadiness." "i am washing my chest to relieve my heart of stress.")

if you're interested in my very intricate shower routine, im absolutely happy to give a full outline of products, the intentions i use, the order in which i use them, etc.

2- FOOD AND BEVERAGE (herbs, teas, instant meals, restaurant meals, coffee, etc)

by preparing, ordering, or even grocery shopping, you create many, many different opportunities in which to manifest. in my personal life, i find it easiest to do when i prepare food or drinks for myself.

this can be something as simple as a singular ingredient, and as complicated as every ingredient and technique used! i think, most often, i use this when i make myself tea, because i can just think to myself a singular intention for the cup. "this tea is being made to comfort me." "this tea will slow down my racing thoughts." "this tea will make me sleep easier." etc.

i also like to ask my friends what they would like their intentions to be when i make them food or drinks. you can also set intentions if youre reheating something, re-seasoning something, or even just changing the plate or bowl it's served with.

3-ACTIVITIES (classes, friends, arts and crafts, music, sports, etc)

this is one that i think i overlook a lot, but im trying to make more space to manifest with in my life now. when in regards to activities, i personally spend a lot of time dreading the fact that i have to do anything (bc i would so love to just sit in my bed all day) (and im sure most of us would love that as well), but letting ourselves look at our opportunities negatively in the ways we do means that we push negative energy onto our experiences before they even happen. i, for one, have had my most fulfilling experiences when i have gone in with an intention of what it is for.

this does NOT mean the intention stays the same, or even stays at all. flexibility is key.

but i digress. if you friends are having a beach day and you spend the time leading up to it just dreading that it's going to happen, it's not going to go as well for you compared to if you spent your time being excited and happy. the flexibility comes in when your beach day is suddenly rained out. if youve been a party pooper, youre going to continue to complain, but if youve been optimistic and positive, youre going to work to find an alternative that is just as, if not even more fun.

this is also important in keeping you moving in classes. ("today i learn x." "i am going to x class because y." "my goal for today is to stay fully focused.")

CONCLUSION

this is so fun to me and if anyone wants to talk about it MESSAGE ME this is SO INTERESTING and i have SO MUCH MORE IWANT TO SAY

#manifesting #witchcraft #witches #witchblr #intention

[sizzlingtigerglitter]

Habits and Behaviors: The Tiny Tweaks that Lead to Big Transforming Yourself

Hi guys, Our lives are like intricate tapestries, woven with countless threads of habits and behaviors. Some threads, like brushing our teeth or making our bed, are the sturdy warp, holding things together in a functional routine. Others, like indulging in that extra slice of cake or procrastinating on a big project, are the colorful weft, adding vibrancy and personality. But what if we could tweak these threads, tightening some, and loosening others, to create a tapestry that's not just functional, but breathtakingly beautiful? You know the best version of yourself

That's the magic of understanding and shaping our habits and behaviors. These seemingly small, inconsequential actions are the brushstrokes of our own masterpiece. They define who we are, where we're going, and how we experience the world and transform ourselves.

Think of it like this: imagine you want to learn a new language. Each time you pick up a phrasebook, listen to a podcast, or even say "Buenos días" to your barista, you're weaving a new thread into your tapestry. Over time, those threads intertwine, forming the vibrant fabric of fluency. It's not one monumental act, but countless tiny tweaks that lead to the grand transformation of speaking a new language.

The same principle applies to any aspect of life. Want to be healthier? Swap that sugary soda for a glass of water, take the stairs instead of the elevator, and squeeze in a quick walk during your lunch break. Each seemingly insignificant choice strengthens the thread of wellness. Aiming for better relationships? Make a habit of listening attentively, expressing genuine gratitude, and offering a helping hand. These tiny gestures weave a tapestry of connection and warmth.

But it's not always about adding new threads. Sometimes, the true artistry lies in letting go. Identify the repetitive actions that don't serve you – the mindless scrolling, the late-night snacking, the procrastination monster. Gently loosen those threads, replacing them with mindful moments, healthy choices, and productive habits. You'll be surprised how letting go of the unhelpful can create space for the truly transformative.

Of course, weaving this masterpiece takes time, patience, and a dash of self-compassion. Don't get discouraged by a missed workout or a slip-up with a bad habit. These are just loose threads, waiting to be tightened. Acknowledge them, learn from them, and gently guide your focus back to the pattern you want to create.

Here are some friendly tips to keep in mind as you craft your own personal tapestry:

Start small: Don't overwhelm yourself with trying to change everything at once. Focus on one or two habits at a time, and celebrate even the smallest victories.

Make it fun: Find ways to make your new habits enjoyable. Listen to upbeat music while exercising, pair healthy snacks with fun recipes, or turn language learning into a game.

Find your tribe: Surround yourself with people who support your goals and inspire you to keep going. Having a cheering squad makes the journey even more rewarding.

Don't be afraid to adjust: Your tapestry is a living work of art. As you learn and grow, your priorities and goals may change. Adapt your habits accordingly, and don't be afraid to let go of the threads that no longer serve you.

Remember, your habits and behaviors are not limitations, but brushstrokes in the making of your masterpiece. Be bold, be curious, and don't be afraid to experiment. Every tiny tweak, every conscious choice, contributes to the magnificent tapestry of your life. So grab your metaphorical paintbrush, embrace the power of small changes, and get ready to create something truly breathtaking!

And bonus points for adding a touch of whimsy to your tapestry! Maybe you incorporate a quirky habit like learning a magic trick each week, or inject a little daily ritual like writing a haiku during your morning coffee break. These whimsical threads add a unique sparkle to your tapestry, making it all the more special.

So, fellow travelers on the path of self-discovery, let's embrace the power of habits and behaviors. Let's weave, tweak, and transform our lives, one tiny thread at a time, until our tapestries become true masterpieces of purpose, joy, and fulfillment. The canvas is yours, the paints are endless, and the journey is all the more magical for the company we keep. So grab your brush, let your creativity flow, and let's paint a masterpiece together!

#success #motivation #self care #study motivation #business #self improvement #self love #self importance #online #job interview

[dnangelic]

@1amsong asked: mafuyu still had plenty of birthday treats to go through - or rather , to offer those in the sekai to eat as they pleased . otherwise , what more can mafuyu do when he lacks the taste buds to sincerely enjoy them - homemade or bought - other than accidentally let them go to waste ? he holds up a macaron for dark to taste , and reads from the slip of paper in his other hand that listed the flavors inside the fancy box . " .. strawberry with chocolate ganache filling . sounds decadent . " eventually , he tilts his head at the phantom thief as he watches him eat . " .. so , how does it taste ? is it good ? "

nineteen hosts , countless years , and the great phantom thief's tastes , amongst other things , still haven't changed . something like a subtle , subdued sweet tooth could run in a family too , or was it just a romantic's natural disposition ? no different from birds with extravagant plumage , or any other species better evolved to charisma ; traits of attraction , the intricate rules and rituals of love , cupid's agape in a hundred thousand different desserts !

if nothing else , he's heard that those who liked sweets were sweeter-personalitied , and a girl with a bright personality , a pink dress full of ruffles and frills , happily holding a box of chocolates close to herself if not out to him was just the sort of fantasy that could pull his lip into its usual devilish grin .

a shame it's not what's in front of him . then again , maybe mafuyu himself enjoyed this sort of thing ? content as dark was to be lavished , his pride was perpetually tender over ever being regarded as something like a pet . still , better sweet than sour or bitter .

things like these were always best shared .

that's why when mafuyu's offer approaches , dark doesn't allow his eyes to leave off the other . ' ... honestly , you could have gotten rid of that slip . ' lids shutter and he tastes blindly , as if he hadn't heard , or rather , had already forced himself to forget the other's description . the sharp , pointed tips of his teeth drag ever-so-lightly over the smooth of the other's skin , and though the process of consumption is one he indulges in slowly , it isn't long before the macaron is chewed on a little , then pushed into the inside of his cheek .

a cold , smooth finger then lifts to point itself at the other .

' --- are you asking me if i'm happy ? or do you really want to know what it tastes like ? '

happiness wasn't always a taste . though , sometimes a taste was happiness . like strawberry and chocolate ganache , light but thick all at once , complete with a faint , pleasant aroma filling up his nose . ' ... either way , it's good . ' for someone far more satisfied in the act of being fed than any legitimate flavor , there was nothing more that he could have possibly , sincerely asked for . ' i won't bother you with the usual list of demands since it's your birthday . right ? '

he didn't believe in prayers or good wishes , the same way he kept no faith in deities , none but himself and his own will . that's why it's by his own two fingers that he retrieves another macaron from the box in the other's grasp , careless as to its flavor and that descriptive slip of paper . ' --- here , say ah . ' his turn ; both his blessing and privilege . ' if you're so curious , try one yourself . because there is , in fact , just about nothing more decadent in this world than being hand-fed by another person ... '

the bliss of company within an empty world that still did not remain wholly , utterly silent . ' you don't have to know the taste , but it's good to remember the sensation . well , in any case ... happy birthday , mafuyu --- and thank you for the delicate service of those lovely hands . '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #1amsong #CANON.

[napalmstrikebarbie]

My parents' cat is my special girl and the best thing about her is the funny little ritual you have to do with her before she'll let you love on her. She's extremely affectionate, but she's gotta preheat first. She has to pace and talk at you for a while, she has to rub up against every piece of furniture in the vicinity while giving you the side eye, she has to stare at you longingly from five feet away while purring like a motor like I'm almost there- don't leave don't leave don't leave don't leave don'tleavedon'tleavedon't-

eventually- if you are very patient and can keep your hands to yourself while she solves her own intricate riddle- she'll gingerly climb into your lap. Give her a few moments to get settled in and then she'll hit you with the Big Eyes like 'love me?' and then, ONLY THEN, may you sink your fingers into the fluff and marvel at how absurdly soft she is.

This game can take up to thirty minutes and I have never lost once.

#she is 90% fluff and 10% cat and she is full of value and prizes #if you do a REALLY good job wooing her she will make exceptionally painful biscuits on your tummy #*leaves an encounter bleeding in 15 places* wow love is real #cats #OP

[yashvitours]

Beyond the Bliss: Unlocking Bali's Best-Kept Secrets for Unforgettable Adventures

Introduction:

Welcome to Bali, the Island of the Gods, where sun-kissed beaches and lively nightlife attract travelers from around the globe. Yet, beyond the well-trodden paths lie hidden treasures that promise a more authentic and enriching experience. Join us as we embark on a journey to discover Bali's best-kept secrets – a side of the island often overlooked by the mainstream tourist trail. Get ready for an adventure that goes beyond the ordinary and unlocks the true essence of Bali.

Unveiling the Spiritual Oasis: Tirta Empul and Goa Gajah

Begin your Adventure by delving into the spiritual heart of Bali at Tirta Empul, a sacred water temple renowned for its purifying pools. Witness locals partake in ancient rituals, creating an atmosphere of mystique and reverence. Adjoining  to this spiritual haven, explore Goa Gajah, the Elephant Cave, adorned with mystical carvings and hidden meditation chambers, offering a glimpse into Bali's rich cultural history.

Tegallalang Green Symphony: Rice Terraces Beyond Compare

Escape the tourist  hurry and venture into the mesmerizing rice terraces of Tegallalang. Etched into the hillsides, these terraces create a living masterpiece of vibrant green hues that change with the seasons. Engage with local farmers, learn about traditional rice cultivation, and take a slow stroll through this captivating landscape, immersing yourself in Bali's agricultural heritage.

Ubud's Artisan Villages: A Creative Exploration 

Unlock the secrets of Ubud's hidden artisan villages, where skilled craftsmen breathe life into silver jewelry, handwoven textiles, and intricate wood carvings. Move beyond the bustling marketplaces to discover workshops where artists ply their trade. Immerse yourself in the creative process, gaining insight into traditional Balinese craftsmanship, and acquire unique reminders directly from the hands of the artisans.

Munduk: Bali's Tranquil Highlands

Escape the coastal warmth and ascend to the cool highlands of Munduk, a tranquil retreat enclosed by lush forests and mist-covered mountains. Traverse hidden waterfalls, trek through spice plantations, and encounter the charm of traditional mountain villages frozen in time. Munduk promises an off-the-beaten-path experience, showcasing Bali's diverse natural beauty.

Balinese Dance and Gamelan: A Cultural Melody

Delve into Bali's rich cultural heritage through its traditional performing arts. While Kecak and Barong dances are popular, seek out hidden venues showcasing young talents experimenting with contemporary twists on classical dance and Gamelan music. Immerse yourself in the authentic rhythms and movements, experiencing the island's cultural heartbeat beyond the commercialized shows.

 Bali's Underwater Wonders: Amed and Tulamben

Explore Bali's less-visited east coast and discover the underwater paradise of Amed and Tulamben. Snorkel or dive along vibrant coral reefs and explore the haunting beauty of the USS Liberty shipwreck. This hidden gem offers a unique perspective of Bali's natural beauty beneath the waves, making it a must-visit destination for both water enthusiasts and adventure seekers.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Bali's appeal extends far beyond the surface, inviting courageous travelers to explore its hidden gems. From spiritual shelters to artistic enclaves, tranquil highlands to underwater wonders, Bali's best-kept secrets promise an unforgettable adventure. Embrace the unconventional, unlock the mysteries, and let Bali unveil its true magic, creating memories that crawl long after your journey ends. For a truly authentic and enriching Bali experience, venture off the exhausted path and savor the island's hidden treasures.

#yashvitours #tourism #tourandtravelsagency #traveling #travels #toursandtravels #yashvitravels #travel #BaliAdventure #ExploreBali #BaliCulture

[saudisports]

"The Beauty of Henna: A Cultural and Historical Perspective on this Timeless Body Art"

Henna, with its vibrant hues and intricate patterns, transcends mere adornment. It's a tapestry woven with culture, history, and artistry, leaving an indelible mark on bodies and souls for millennia. Let's embark on a journey through the captivating world of henna, exploring its evolution, symbolism, and enduring beauty.

A Timeworn Tale:

Ancient Origins: The earliest traces of henna use date back to 5,000 BC in ancient Egypt, adorning pharaohs and gracing mummies. Its journey then wove through civilizations, gracing the hands of Cleopatra and staining the palms of Silk Road traders.

Cultural Tapestry: From the vibrant mehndi traditions of India to the intricate designs gracing Moroccan brides, henna became deeply embedded in diverse cultures. It symbolized joy in celebrations, blessings in weddings, and protection in rituals.

Evolution of Art: Henna designs evolved like languages, reflecting cultural influences and artistic expressions. Floral motifs bloomed in India, geometric patterns danced in the Arab world, and bold lines pulsed with life in Africa.

Symbolism Unveiled:

Beyond Aesthetics: Each intricate swirl and delicate line held deeper meaning. In some cultures, henna symbolized fertility and prosperity, while in others, it represented spiritual connection and warding off evil spirits.

Personal Expression: Women adorned their hands and feet with intricate designs, each a unique story whispered through henna. It expressed emotions, marked life stages, and celebrated traditions.

Enduring Legacy: Despite modernization, henna's allure persists. It adorns bodies at festivals, graces fashion runways, and serves as a reminder of cultural heritage for generations.

A Timeless Allure:

More Than Just Art: The beauty of henna lies not just in its visual appeal, but in its ability to connect us to history, culture, and personal expression. It's a living art form, evolving with time yet preserving its timeless essence.

Cultural Exchange: Applying henna transcends geographical boundaries, fostering cultural exchange and appreciation. It allows us to share stories, traditions, and the beauty of diverse artistic expressions.

A Personal Canvas: Today, henna offers a unique way to adorn ourselves with cultural symbolism and personal meaning. It empowers individuals to express their heritage, tell their stories, and connect with their inner artist.

Explore and Celebrate:

Delve Deeper: Immerse yourself in the rich history and diverse traditions of henna. Explore museums, attend workshops, and learn about the symbolism behind different designs.

Support Artisans: Choose henna artists who value cultural authenticity and use high-quality, ethically sourced henna. Your patronage empowers communities and preserves this art form.

Embrace Your Story: Consider getting henna done, not just for the aesthetics, but to connect with your heritage, express your individuality, and celebrate the timeless beauty of this cultural gem.

Henna's story is far from over. As it continues to evolve and adorn bodies across the globe, it reminds us of the power of art, tradition, and the enduring beauty of cultural expression. So, let's celebrate henna, not just for its vibrant hues, but for the stories it whispers and the connections it fosters, reminding us that true beauty lies in the tapestry of cultures and individual narratives it adorns.

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[wkaustubh]

Unveiling the Rich Tapestry of Maldivian Culture and Traditions

Have you ever wondered about the enchanting culture and traditions of the Maldives, nestled amidst the stunning beaches and azure waters that beckon snorkelling enthusiasts? This paradisiacal nation isn't just a haven for those seeking pristine beaches and vibrant coral reefs; it boasts a cultural tapestry as vibrant as its marine life. Let's embark on a cultural exploration of the Maldives, delving into the customs that make this island nation truly unique, while the allure of snorkelling in Maldives and its breathtaking beaches in Maldives adds an extra layer of magic to the experience.

The Maldivian Greeting: A Warm Welcome

Maldives, where even a greeting is a celebration! The traditional Maldivian greeting involves clasping your hands together and bowing slightly, expressing warmth and hospitality. Locals often use the phrase "As-salamu alaykum," meaning "Peace be upon you," reflecting the country's Islamic influence.

Bodu Beru: The Rhythmic Heartbeat of Maldives

Feel the beat of Bodu Beru echoing through the islands. Bodu Beru, the traditional Maldivian drumming, is more than just music; it's a cultural expression. Islanders gather to the rhythmic beats, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration, often accompanied by traditional dances.

Dhivehi Language: Beyond the Turquoise Waves

Unlock the secrets of Dhivehi, the heart language of Maldivians. Dhivehi, the Maldivian language, is a testament to the rich cultural heritage. Dive into the linguistic nuances, where words weave a story of the islands' history, legends, and daily life.

Traditional Maldivian Cuisine: A Gastronomic Delight

Savour the flavours of Maldivian cuisine, a feast for your senses. Maldivian food is a blend of coconut, fish, and aromatic spices. Dive into culinary delights like mas huni (tuna salad) and garudhiya (fish soup), experiencing the essence of Maldivian culture on your plate.

Maldivian Artistry: Craftsmanship in Paradise

Witness the intricate artistry that defines Maldivian craftsmanship. From lacquer works to coral stone carvings, Maldivian artisans skillfully craft pieces that tell stories of their heritage. Explore the local markets to discover unique, handmade treasures.

Baiyaa: A Traditional Maldivian Dance

Let the rhythm of Baiyaa tell you tales of tradition. Baiyaa, a traditional dance form, involves graceful movements and vibrant costumes. It reflects the Maldivian way of life, telling stories of fishing, daily chores, and communal celebrations.

Maldivian Dress Code: Embracing Elegance

Adorn yourself in the traditional Maldivian dress for an authentic experience. Dhivehi libaas, the Maldivian dress, is a symbol of elegance and cultural pride. The bright colors and intricate designs represent the vibrant spirit of the Maldivian people.

Fishing Culture: Sustaining Island Life

Discover the profound connection between Maldivians and the sea. Fishing is not just an occupation but a way of life in the Maldives. Explore how this age-old practice sustains island communities and shapes their identity.

Island Festivals: Celebrations in Harmony

Join the festivities that bring the islands to life. Maldivians celebrate a myriad of festivals, each with its unique rituals and customs. From Eid to the Maldives Independence Day, immerse yourself in the vibrant cultural tapestry of the islands.

Storytelling Traditions: Passing Down Wisdom

Listen to the stories that echo through generations. Maldivians have a rich tradition of storytelling, passing down myths, legends, and moral tales. Explore the oral narrative that binds the community and imparts wisdom.

Religious Practices: Harmony in Diversity

Experience the coexistence of diverse religious practices. While Islam is the predominant religion, the Maldives embraces religious diversity. Learn how various faiths peacefully coexist, contributing to the cultural mosaic of the nation.

Maldivian Marriage Customs: Tying the Knot in Paradise

Witness the rituals that unite couples in the island paradise. Maldivian weddings are steeped in tradition, from colorful ceremonies to symbolic rituals. Explore the customs that make these unions unique and culturally significant.

Architectural Marvels: Homes on Stilts

Marvel at the unique architecture that graces the Maldivian landscape. Explore the iconic stilted houses, witnessing a blend of traditional craftsmanship and modern comfort. These structures stand as testaments to the islanders' ingenuity.

Traditional Medicine: Healing Roots

Uncover the healing secrets of Maldivian traditional medicine. From herbal remedies to holistic practices, Maldivians have a rich tradition of alternative medicine. Delve into the natural remedies that have been passed down through generations.

Preserving Nature: Maldivian Environmentalism

Discover the commitment to preserving the natural paradise. Maldivians understand the importance of environmental conservation. Explore initiatives and practices that showcase their dedication to safeguarding the delicate ecosystem of these pristine islands.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Maldivian culture is a mosaic of traditions, woven together by the warmth and resilience of its people. From heartfelt greetings to vibrant festivals, the Maldives offers a cultural journey that goes beyond its breathtaking landscapes.

[obsessionphrases11]

Soulmate Secrets: Unveiling Relationship Bliss

In the vast and intricate landscape of love, finding your soulmate is often considered the ultimate quest. It's a journey that transcends the ordinary, weaving together hearts in a tapestry of connection and understanding. But what are the secrets to unveiling the blissful realm of a soulmate relationship? Let's embark on this enchanting exploration together, discovering the keys that unlock the doors to lasting love.

The Dance of Connection

Picture this: a crowded room, laughter echoing, and amidst it all, two souls locking eyes in a silent understanding. That's the magic of connection, the first secret to unraveling the bliss in a soulmate relationship. It's not just about shared interests or common backgrounds; it's about an unspoken language that bridges the gap between two individuals.

In the journey to find your soulmate, understanding the power of connection is crucial. It's the invisible thread that binds hearts across distances and differences. Nurture this connection by being present, truly listening, and allowing vulnerability to create a space where intimacy can flourish.

Communication: The Key to the Heart

Imagine having a key that opens the door to your soulmate's heart. Communication is that key. It's not just about the words you say but the way you say them, the emotions behind them, and the willingness to truly express yourself. Effective communication is the second secret to unveiling relationship bliss.

In the world of soulmate secrets, there's a term that resonates profoundly: "Obsession Phrases." These are not manipulative tactics but rather phrases that trigger genuine emotions and create a deeper connection. Incorporating these phrases into your communication style can be transformative, opening up new avenues of understanding and intimacy. Whether it's expressing gratitude, acknowledging your partner's strengths, or simply saying, "I love you," the power of words should never be underestimated.

Cultivating Trust and Vulnerability

Trust and vulnerability go hand in hand in the realm of soulmate relationships. It's about letting your guard down, sharing your fears and dreams, and knowing that your partner will cherish those revelations. Building trust takes time, patience, and consistency.

To cultivate trust, prioritize transparency in your communication. Share your thoughts, feelings, and experiences openly, creating a safe space for your partner to do the same. Embrace vulnerability as a strength, not a weakness, and witness how it fosters a deeper connection.

Embracing Growth Together

The journey with a soulmate is not stagnant; it's a dynamic, ever-evolving adventure. Embracing growth together is the third secret to relationship bliss. Recognize that both you and your partner are constantly changing, and that's okay.

Support each other's dreams and aspirations, and be open to evolving as a couple. This not only strengthens the bond but also ensures that the relationship remains resilient in the face of challenges. Celebrate the milestones, learn from the obstacles, and grow together as you navigate the intricate tapestry of life.

Cherishing the Little Moments

In the hustle and bustle of daily life, it's easy to overlook the beauty in simplicity. The fourth secret to unveiling relationship bliss is cherishing the little moments. It's the shared laughter over a cup of coffee, the comforting touch after a long day, and the quiet understanding in a glance.

Take the time to savor these moments, for they are the building blocks of a strong and fulfilling relationship. Create rituals that are uniquely yours, whether it's a weekly date night, a morning routine, or even a spontaneous adventure. These moments weave the fabric of a soulmate connection, making the journey as important as the destination.

The Alchemy of Shared Goals

As you unveil the secrets to relationship bliss, consider the alchemy of shared goals. It's about aligning your visions for the future, creating a roadmap that both partners contribute to and believe in. Shared goals provide a sense of purpose, uniting you in a common journey.

Discuss your dreams, aspirations, and the life you envision together. Whether it's building a home, starting a family, or traveling the world, knowing that you're moving in the same direction fosters a deep sense of connection and commitment.

Embracing Imperfections

In the pursuit of soulmate secrets, it's crucial to embrace imperfections. No one is perfect, and acknowledging and accepting each other's flaws is the fifth secret to relationship bliss. Perfection is an illusion that can create unnecessary pressure.

Celebrate the quirks, idiosyncrasies, and imperfections that make your partner unique. It's in these imperfections that the true beauty of a soulmate connection is revealed. Love each other not in spite of the imperfections but because of them, for they are the threads that make your bond authentic and real.

Conclusion

Unveiling relationship bliss with your soulmate is a journey of discovery, connection, and growth. It's about cherishing the present, embracing the imperfections, and nurturing a love that stands the test of time. As you navigate this enchanting path, remember the secrets: the dance of connection, effective communication with "Obsession Phrases," cultivating trust and vulnerability, embracing growth together, cherishing the little moments, the alchemy of shared goals, and embracing imperfections.

In the tapestry of love, these secrets weave a story of enduring connection and unparalleled bliss. May your journey be filled with laughter, understanding, and a love that transcends the ordinary. Here's to the magic of soulmates and the secrets that make their love extraordinary.

[organicrosehipskin]

colon tea

Ahoy, savvy sippers! Let's set sail into the world of colon tea—a nautical adventure for your digestive waters. Imagine a tea that's not just a comforting cuppa but a playful voyage for your tummy, navigating through the seas of digestion with herbal prowess. Grab your teacup, and let's embark on this delightful journey into the realm of colon tea.

The Herbal Crew:

Visualize a crew of herbs assembling on the deck of your teapot, ready to set sail on a mission of digestive harmony. Colon tea often boasts a blend of herbs known for their soothing and cleansing properties. Picture peppermint, chamomile, dandelion, and perhaps a hint of ginger—a formidable team prepared to navigate the intricate channels of your digestive system.

Gentle Waves of Cleansing:

Colon tea is not about stormy seas or tumultuous waves; it's about gentle currents that cleanse and refresh. Envision each sip as a wave of herbal goodness, meandering through your digestive tract, easing tensions, and promoting a harmonious flow. It's like a spa day for your tummy, with the herbal crew working diligently to maintain the balance of the digestive ship.

Soothing Chamomile Breezes:

Chamomile, a star player in colon tea, is like a gentle breeze wafting through your digestive seascape. Picture the calming effects as chamomile soothes your stomach, reducing inflammation and offering a moment of tranquility. It's not just a tea; it's a sigh of relief for your digestive system.

Peppermint's Zesty Zephyr:

Now, imagine the zesty zephyr of peppermint dancing on the surface of your teacup. Peppermint in colon tea is like a burst of freshness, providing relief from indigestion and bloating. It's the playful sailor that adds a hint of coolness to the digestive voyage, leaving your tummy feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Dandelion's Detox Adventure:

As you sip your colon tea, picture dandelion as the intrepid explorer on a detox adventure. Dandelion root, known for its liver-cleansing properties, is like the daring sailor diving into the depths, clearing away toxins and promoting a clean slate for your digestive ship. It's a detox without the drama, guided by the wisdom of herbal exploration.

Navigating Ginger's Spice Routes:

The spicy notes of ginger in colon tea are like the captain steering the ship through spice routes. Visualize ginger as the navigator, adding warmth and aiding digestion with its anti-nausea and anti-inflammatory properties. It's the spice that not only tantalizes your taste buds but also ensures a smooth and flavorful journey through your digestive waters.

A Playful Tea Ritual:

Colon tea is more than a digestive remedy; it's a playful tea ritual that adds a touch of adventure to your daily routine. Picture yourself in a cozy nook, teapot in hand, as you embark on a moment of self-care. It's not just about sipping tea; it's about engaging in a mindful ritual that nurtures both your body and spirit.

Harmony in a Teacup:

As you enjoy your colon tea, imagine the harmony settling within. The herbal symphony plays a tune of digestive balance, with each herb contributing its unique notes to the melody. It's not about a drastic cleanse or a radical shift; it's about fostering a sense of well-being in a teacup, sip by sip.

The Digestive Harbor:

In the playful voyage of colon tea, envision your digestive system as a tranquil harbor. With each cup of tea, you guide your digestive ship into a safe haven of balance and comfort. It's a harbor where bloating, indigestion, and discomfort find respite, allowing you to navigate life with a settled and contented stomach.

In conclusion, colon tea is not just a beverage; it's a seafaring adventure for your digestive system. With its herbal crew, soothing breezes, and detox explorations, colon tea becomes a playful companion in your quest for digestive well-being. So, set sail with your teacup, let the herbal waves guide you, and may your digestive voyage be as smooth as the playful currents in a teapot. Cheers to the delightful world of colon tea!