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spaceyaemonds · 1 year
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so, after reading “starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night”, i have a question.
if aemond’s wife asked him to take her from behind (not the first time, but further down the line) would he think it has to do with the scar? would he maybe be a bit upset and feel a bit insecure?
if he did and she sensed this, would she explain to him that she was just curious about how it would feel, and that it has nothing to do with the scar?
oooooh!!! this is a really really good question!!
so i actually touch a bit on this in the sequel for starry eyes that i have been working on, but i dont go into heavy detail so i will here!
so before she was with aemond, she was very very sheltered by her family and truly believed sex was only a means to get an heir. she had no idea it was something she could also experience pleasure from. so after she learned this, she was eager to try everything to see what she likes and doesnt like, ya know? and aemond, being the good and adoring husband is very eager to please her, so he tries everything she wants to try.
but when she bring up how she helaena told her that aegon takes her from behind, and she was wondering if they could try it, aemond takes it to heart. he knows it doesnt have anything to do with his scar, but when she brings it up all he can think about was the whispers around court of how his future wife would only be able to stomach having sex with him if he took her from behind, because of his eye.
he always wants to please his lady and give her everything she wants, but when he hesitates she knows something is wrong. in my mind they are a couple who are really good at communicating with one another, but aemond still needs coaxing into telling her what's wrong in that moment. she feels terrible once he tells her whats wrong, because that was never what she intended, and he tells her he knows this, but sometimes he cant help how he feels about his scar.
they have a really long talk about it and then he tells her that he would love to do that with her, but he'd rather look upon her face that night.
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aceghosts · 12 days
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OC Moodboard: Cappie De La Costa
for @g0dspeeed
[If we’re mutuals, send 🎂 and I’ll make you a treat!]
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deathfavor · 2 months
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oh my god this is taking FOREVER but we're getting there!
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hellarchy-a · 2 months
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" well, money can't buy happiness, but guaranteed i'm worth the price. " / @hclluvahctel
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favolla · 8 months
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@helreginn liked this for a randomized starter.
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The very first thing Rosanna notices when she begins to stir is that she feels much, much better than before. Last she remembers, she could hardly keep her eyes open, struggling to move, struggling to breathe. The second thing was a profound silence, heavy and so foreign to her. If it was not the sounds of livestock, crickets, fire, or the wind, her home was filled with the sounds of her big sister playing, her mother singing as she worked, or her baby brother cooing and crying. The third and last thing until she opens her eyes is the hard ground beneath her instead of a straw mattress or her mother’s arms around her.
Then her eyes flutter open and she sees how terrifyingly unfamiliar this place really is. Gone is the small farmhouse with the scents of fresh bread and drying herbs. Gone is the vast stony fields blanketed in snow, a white winter forest towering in the distance. Gone were all the faces she knew - Mama, Brianna, Jehan. Rosanna was alone for the first time in her life.
Pushing herself to her feet with an ease she had not found in weeks, the child scans her surroundings with wide, brown eyes.
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“Mama?” she calls in a voice too timid and quiet to do her much good even under normal circumstances. “Brianna? Papa?”
But no one answers, no one comes, and Rosanna doesn’t even know which direction to travel in to find them.
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poppiesandpromises · 1 year
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Prompt:
rolling hills
carpets of wild flowers
silvery morning dew glittering in a golden sunrise.
Go
undulating dream, devour me
The way the willows wrap me
In an old friend's embrace
The phlox fleeing up into this old
Forest— feel the magic threading
The air with sparks of sun
This world makes you welcome
This world wills you
Carry on
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Mouths full of food)
Anon Anon
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//AA this you?//
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gamergirl929 · 3 months
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If the anon who asked for Kristie x Reader public smut, message me, I have the fic done and want to see if you'd like me to write more or finish it where I'm at. :)
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iguessigotta · 2 years
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Can I kindly request a Drabble of Dark and Y/N going out to a very, v e r y fancy restaurant ( chosen by dark of course, ) for a date? I feel like he would spoil his s/o absolutely r o t t e n.
of course he would spoil his s/o! omg imagine being shy and quiet and not big on speaking up for yourself or what you want, so Dark spoils the hell out of you to help you feel more comfortable asking for things. imagine the smug, satisfied grin he'd have when you finally put your foot down and demand something! he's so proud of you, look at you go
You sighed, looking yourself over in the mirror. Dark had told you earlier that day that he'd gotten reservations at what was possibly the most upscale restaurant in town, that he'd handled everything, all you had to do was be ready on time. Initially, when he'd told you that, you assumed you'd still have to find your own outfit and pray that you managed to match the feel of the place with what you had in your closet. But when you'd gone up to your room that evening to get cleaned up and dig for something nice to wear, you saw something that made you stop in your tracks.
Draped carefully across your bed was a brand new, freshly ironed, suit. You thought for a moment that it belonged to your boyfriend, but then you noticed the flowers - your favorite kind - and a note sitting next to it. For some reason you hesitated, too nervous about what the note might say to take the few steps it'd take to cross the room to your gifts.
Gifts. Dark was always giving you gifts. You'd been insecure about it at first - you didn't get why anyone (especially someone as powerful as him) would want to dote on you and give you things with nothing expected in return, save for a smile. It didn't make sense to you, to be handed things free of charge. Even small things, like an iced coffee made just the way you like it, or a bouquet of lilacs laid on your side of the bed after a particularly hard day. Little notes stuck to the bathroom mirror or stashed in your pockets for you to find.
Sometimes there'd be some cash along with the notes, instructing you to treat yourself to something you'd been wanting, and to tell him all about it when you both got home. The first couple times he did that, you'd tried to politely decline, attempting to slip the money back into his hands when he'd greeted you at the door. He'd smiled, softly pushing the money back into your hands. "That's yours," he'd said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in and kiss you on the temple, speaking into your hair, "and if you try and give it back to me again, I'll double the amount." You'd whined at that, making him chuckle. He knew you felt guilty about accepting gifts, and now he was using that same guilt to make you accept them.
Glancing at the mirror one more time, you turned towards your bed to pick up the flowers and note. In elegant handwriting, the tail ends of each letter swirling around, giving it the look of a drawing rather than words, was your name. A small, soft smile spread across your face as you unfolded the paper and began to read:
My Love, The suit and flowers are yours, take your time getting ready, then meet me downstairs. I don't want you to worry about a single thing tonight. Leave it all to me. - Dark
As simple and blunt as it was, the note made your heart swell, a few tears welling up in your eyes. It was a mystery to you why he'd chosen you, of all people, to be sweet like this with. You knew how much anger and sadness he carried around with him. You knew how hard it was for him to drop his guard and take off the proverbial mask he always wore. It was hard for him, you knew that, so you didn't mind if he was a little stiff and awkward, his loving notes a little blunt and to-the-point. He was trying, for you, and though you couldn't understand why he'd chosen you, you loved him for it.
Now smiling and giddy like a school kid going to meet up with their crush, you half-ran to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. The suit fit flawlessly, which didn't surprise you. Somehow Dark knew exactly what alterations needed to be made to any article of clothing to make it fit you like a glove. He knew, thanks to a few alcohol-induced breakdowns, the insecurities you had about how you looked, about how things fit on you. Never once did he judge or belittle you for it. Instead, he always made sure to have things tailored to help you look and feel your best in anything he gave you.
When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw him, leaning against the wall by the door, his own suit also impeccably tailored, accented with a light purple tie - the same color as yours, you noticed. You lingered on the steps a moment, drinking in the sight of him, still blown away at the thought that he was yours. He must have felt you staring, as a small smile spread across his face before he lifted his head to look you in the eye. You felt your heart beginning to pick up speed as Dark dragged his eyes slowly down your form, as if he were trying to memorize exactly how you looked in that moment. When he finally lifted his eyes again, your face was flushed, your hands starting to sweat a bit. You'd been with him for some time, but he still managed to make every date feel like it was the first, excited nerves and all.
Dark smiled at you again, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and lifted his hand to beckon you over to him. You walked down the last few steps, a shy smile on your face, to place your hand in his. He raised your hand to his lips, speaking so softly you almost couldn't hear him, "You look lovely," a pause while he kissed your knuckles, causing your smile to spread wider, "Are you ready to go, my love?"
Unable to find your voice, you simply nodded at him, inching yourself ever so slightly closer to his side. You laced your fingers through his as he opened the door, leading you outside.
You weren't sure what you'd done to get so lucky, but at this moment you didn't care. 'I'll be damned if I ever let go of him' you thought, letting yourself be wholeheartedly selfish for a moment.
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abalonetea · 4 months
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possible to get a physical copy of I Drowned in the Summer of 85?
Yes, it will be! The cover needed a last minute tweak due to a formatting error but the physical copy will go live between the 10th and the 15th!
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knightwar · 8 months
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I think that's all the writing mojo i have for tonight. I'll try to do some more tomorrow.
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mondscheinprinzessin · 4 months
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Genuine question: I am in the midst of revising So put your drinks up for your demons in the dark, and I was wondering if I should just upload the new version; like changing out the chapters, not uploading it as a completely new story.
The contents of the chapters is around 80% the same, I'm bettering grammar and sentence structures, adding lines here and there, just making it sound better. The plot and characters 100% is the same.
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rubbcrhosemoved · 9 months
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Also if you haven’t let me know which threads you’d like for us to continue then like I said, I’m deleting all I had in drafts besides those that had reminded me! Honestly please let me know if there’s ANYTHING you want to continue and I mean ANYTHING!! I don’t mind reminders and I certainly don’t mind you asking to continue anything that we had or were plotting about prior don’t be nervous please aaaah. I’ll probably attempt some small things today since I feel well enough to write.
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maidencfdeath · 1 year
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verses i want/need to write up:
revenant / human sacrifice, came back wrong au / heavily inspired by j.ennifers body
final girl au
serial killer au
y.ellowjackets au/crossover
ghost au ? maybe idk
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crowscared · 1 year
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I'm so looking forward to continuing this au where Oswald is a teacher who teaches about birds and Ed is still working on the GCPD because I love those normal and quiet lives I just can't
in fact I have only 3 au's I think 😭
Hmmmmmmm, which one[s] can you work on? Also if you're really busy that you can't develop it in very extensive ways I would suggest getting very small details done or just writing random thoughts you have about it down and then developing them further. I once chose to have a character know gymnastics because of a certain way I was sitting while drawing them, you can use the everyday things to help you with development
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carylon · 2 years
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goodbye, I guess?
I haven't watched the show since season 7, just lurking here to see what happens between Carol and Daryl and reblogging some of the posts I've found interesting. but since the rumour about their spin-off has gone around I thought about deleting this blog, so I guess this time has come now that it was confirmed! I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun being part of the Caryl fandom and I'm really sorry that we got dragged around for so long! since I've met some really amazing people here, I can say that that's not fair at all. I've never watched a show that disrespects their audience so much as twd did and continue to do, so it's really freeing to say goodbye to it for good! that are a lot great shows and ships out there, that will for sure bring a little bit of happiness to everyone's life. thank you so much for all the content you guys created and all the fun we've had together! 
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