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asumofwords · 1 year

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Is Aemond showing restraint? Or is something more sinister coming…

Chapter 17: A Dance

The day faded quickly into the evening, the sky turning a lovely shade of pink. You sat next to your aunt, having moved to Aegon’s seat when he loudly professed to the table that he needed “to piss”. You listened to her talk about the beetle in her hands, its shining green shell glistening from the pink sky.

In this moment it felt like you were a child again, sitting with your aunt in peace as she spoke of the creatures in her palm. You never quite had an interest for the insects like hers, but anytime spent with her was enjoyable.

Princess Helaena was for the most part, a quiet girl grown into an even quieter woman. Aegon as a child would mock and tease her, calling her stupid and weird, and that same opinion was shared in the court.

Alicent never quite bonded with her daughter, frustration often rolling off of her in waves when she would spot the young girl alone with a spider in hand. The Queen simply did not understand her daughter, and for what you suspected was little attempts, Alicent could not bond with the girl.

The Hightower's detachment to her own children, paired with Viserys ailing health, could explain a number of issues between her two sons behaviour. Though you guessed some of their ways were more nature than nurture.

Otto Hightower was their grandfather, a cold and calculating man willing to sacrifice his young daughter to an older man for a chance to be closer to the throne, and Alicent had a tenancy for vicious rage, outbursts of emotions that had been bottled up until she erupted. Their demeanour seemed to be inherited by blood.

And yet, for all Alicent's failings of being a parent, and your Grandsires absence due to ill health, Helaena was an anomaly. Her sweet disposition and gentle heart surprised you at times. How could a rose like herself grow in such a garden of weeds?

Your brothers had a warm glow to their faces, likely from the ale, and your mothers smile had gotten wider. Even your father Daemon seemed to have relaxed, even if only slightly.

Your Grandsire however looked gaunt, his skin pale and almost lifeless, the sores on his body, seemingly getting bigger. He sat slumped in his chair, face half covered by the gold mask, and although you could tell it caused him great pain to be there, he still sat with you all. His smile, often looking like a grimace, was something that you had missed dearly.

Music played loudly from the men who strummed their instruments, the tone joyous and light. And now that ale and wine had been poured heavily into the bellies of the Lords and Ladies of the court, many were standing to dance in the open space, whilst those who sat and watched clapped and laughed, spilling glee into the atmosphere.

Jacaerys and Lucerys took Rhaena and Baela to dance, and you smiled and clapped alongside your aunt as you both watched. Even your uncle Aemond watched on, sipping from his goblet, stiff backed as always, but a slight blush on his cheeks.

The beetle on the table suddenly spread its iridescent green wings and flew off into the sky, buzzing around to find the perfect place in the garden to rest before nightfall. Princess Helaena tipped her goblet up to her lips and took a long sip, drinking the entire cup empty before standing, looking down at you with a wide smile.

“Let us dance!” She yelled, swiftly grabbing your hand and pulling you to stand.

You laughed at her enthusiasm, the wine making her more childlike with excitement and far more relaxed than before. You let her drag you down from the table to the space below, spinning to face each other before bowing. You lined up with the other guests who began to walk around each other, hands coming to meet in the centre before walking back around.

“It's better when he is gone!” She yelled over the music into your ear. You widened your eyes at her, a not so subtle ‘lower your voice’ to which she laughed louder at.

“I wish we could dance every day,” She giggled, “If I was ever Queen, I would make a day to dance every week!” You laughed alongside her, linking your arms together as you walked to swap partners with those next to you.

“If you were Queen the throne would be made of bugs, not swords.” You joked, as you linked arms with the man in front of you, leaning towards your aunt as you were both spun by your partners, laughing loudly at the prospect.

“It's a good thing that neither of us shall be Queens then!” She joked, and you huffed a laugh, a small sting settling in your chest. Coming to stop in front of a Lord, you bowed before raising your hands to touch one another.

He was a very tall and dashing man, older than your uncles but younger than your father. He had shoulder length blonde hair, and an air of arrogance around him. Although he was a handsome man, he had an air of arrogance surrounding him. If he was less cocky, perhaps you would take him to bed.

As he bowed to you he spoke.

“Princess Y/n.” He greeted, “Jason Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock.” He spoke, a hint of cockiness to his voice.

You remember your mother had told you stories about Jason Lannister and his many attempts to take her hand in marriage. From all accounts, he was an obnoxious, self important and vain man who often made jokes at the expense of women. You looked over to the table to see your mother and father watching you, your father smirking heavily whilst your mother laughed.

“It is a pleasure, My Lord.” You replied, hands coming up to join at the centre before you danced around each other once more.

“You are far more beautiful than the Court tells,” He flirts, “They have done you a disservice Princess.”

“You flatter me. Though I’m sure the courts do not always tell truths.” You reply, eyeing your aunt who snickered beside you.

“You are the fairest Lady here, Princess. Not even the evening sky could hold a candle to such a beauty.”

His hand on yours was soft and not at all rough and calloused from years of sword training. A soft hand means many things, one being that he probably has never lifted a finger, not even to wash his own ass. You smirked.

“You take after your mother Princess Rhaenyra no doubt, I am sure you have that same fire inside you.” He teased.

Jason Lannister leant closer towards you. He smelt strongly of rich herbs, far too much being splashed about his person, giving him an almost dizzying scent.

“I am of the House Targaryen,” You said, turning away from him to walk a circle around the person next to you before standing back in front, “Fire is second nature to me.”

He laughed an obnoxious laugh, the sound grating your ears. “Of course! All women, especially Targaryen women, have that fire. All you need is a good husband to stoke the flames.” He added, undressing you with his eyes. Gods you wished he would drop dead, or swallow his tongue.

“Did your good Lady Wife come with you to the Red Keep?” You asked, reminding him of his marital status in the hopes of escaping the conversation. You looked at Helaena with ‘help me’ eyes, to which she bit the insides of her cheeks desperately trying to not laugh, spinning away from you.

“My wife is here, as are my daughters,” Jasom spoke flatly, completely oblivious to your disdain, “and son.” He added suddenly, a glint in his eye,.

“He will be Lord of Casterly Rock one day, and I have been told that you are not betrothed to anyone. A union of House Targaryen and House Lannister would be a formidable force.”

“I'm sure it would be.” You spoke bluntly, “I think I remember my mother telling me of your offer to her when she was-“

You walked into a wall of muscle, slowly lifting your head to meet the eye of Aemond. He looked down his nose at you, breathing deeply. His scent wrapping itself around you.

Wordlessly he held out his hand to you. You stared at it before looking back at him. Without taking his eyes off of you, your uncle spoke to the Lannister who now stood awkwardly beside the both of you.

“Apologies for the interruption My Lord, but my niece had promised me a dance.”

“I n-“

You were cut off by the loud voice of the Lord of Casterly Rock. “Of course, Prince Aemond.” He nodded his head before looking to you, “We may speak of my son Loreon later, Princess.”

And with that Jason Lannister bowed, and left to sit back at the table with his wife, looking wounded from the interaction. A shame he did not fall and hit his head on the way.

Aemond grasped your hand, leading you to continue dancing with the others, you looked out into the sea of people watching the silver head of Helaena now walking back at the table next to her mother.

The One-Eyed Prince looked at you expectantly and so you hesitantly began to dance together. You felt yourself suddenly become hot.

“I don’t recall promising you a dance, uncle.�� You spoke lowly, hoping for the music and voices of others around you to drown out your sour voice.

“You didn’t. Though, I'm sure Lannister's proposal to his newborn son was a riveting conversation all the same.” He hummed, still looking down his long nose at you.

You scoffed, continuing to dance around him, hand gently in his. You were thankful for the wine that eased your nerves, but cautious of the knot that began to tie in your belly.

Your hand was released as you walked around those beside you, dancing in a circle before coming back to Aemond, who’s eye never left you. His hand reached out to your waist, holding you tightly, causing your core to clench. Aemond, ever the snake, slid gracefully around you as you danced.

“I think your... dress has caught the attention of many Lords this evening, zaldrītsos.” (Little Dragon) He whispered in your ear, breath tickling your neck.

You bit back a scoff. “Mmm. They wish to have me as their own personal brooding mare, to push out silver hair babes in the hopes that one day their heir would be King.”

“Most likely.” He agreed, staring down at you with a smirk, “Though you do look ravishing. Even the people of Dorne would be in awe of your beauty.” He purred, hand pulling you close to press against his chest as he spun.

“I expected you to be in green for such an event.” You snipped, heart pounding in your chest before pulling away from him to walk around the person next to you.

He did not reply.

Aemond was a proud man, who followed tradition as closely as he could. For him to be dancing with you amongst the presence of the court was surprising to say the least. His and his mothers public assassination of you and your siblings legitimacy was well known, so for the proud Prince to be dancing with someone he had called a bastard was unusual. So unusual, that most of the court stared awkwardly at the interaction between the two Targaryens.

You walked forward again, both of your hands connecting to each other as they arched up and away from you, as you looked over your shoulder at him. As you walked, you caught the eye of your father at the table, who’s chin was in his hands as he watched you intently, head tilting when he caught your eye.

Fingertips grazed your neck, pulling your attention back to the silver haired man in front of you.

“Where is your fire, zaldrītsos?” He whispered, voice barely carrying over the sounds of others around you. His hand trailed down your arm, goosebumps raising in its wake.

You searched his eye, feeling your stomach begin to do flips at the proximity. Heat rose up your neck, flushing your cheeks and you suddenly felt the effects of the wine more than before.

The song began to wind down to an end and loud cheers and clapping could be heard. Some of the Lords and Ladies left to sit back at their seats whilst others stayed for the next dance as a new song rose into the air.

Swallowing your pride, you gave the Prince a small smile. “Thank you for the dance, uncle.”

Gently you curtseyed, eyes not leaving his face before you abandoned him amongst the crowd, walking back to your seat.

Prince Daemon's eyes watched you the entire way, and as you reached the table he raised his brows at you and you raised yours in return.

You felt hot from dancing, the back of your neck feeling damp. You reached over your chair whilst standing to grab your goblet, and took a steady sip. Alicent stared at you, a small smile on her face, whilst your Grandsire looked behind you at Aemond.

You walked over to your mother and kissed her cheek softly, excusing yourself for a quick walk, hoping to shake off the crawling sensation that wriggled across your skin. The sky had turned a brilliant shade of orange, pink hues slowly disappearing as the sun got lower and lower to the horizon.

As you walked around the garden you could still hear the music and people behind you celebrating, their laughter carrying through the air. You felt your stomach begin to settle, the unpleasant feeling leaving and decided to lean over a stone wall, looking out at the sunset.

You had missed the sunsets at the Red Keep, the way the sun would disappear into the horizon and the stars would shortly after light up the sky.

The thought of going back to Dragonstone brought you some solace, however sorrow followed at the thought of having to leave your home once more.

Dragonstone felt like exile at times, and as a child you had prayed to the Gods to heal your family's rift. The God's never answered. You leant and watched the sky turn a light purple, night slowly began to fall across the realm, the sun slowly but surely beginning to disappear beyond the horizon, leaving a small pink blur behind.

“The feast will be served soon.” Aemond's voice cut through the silence of the space.

You jumped, heart racing in your chest.

"Must you always lurk about in the shadows?" You grunted.

Taking a deep breath you straightened yourself, dusting your hands in front of you before turning to walk back to the celebrations. You brushed past him and back out into the garden.

"Their voyage had been long and terrible, it must be remembered. More than a hundred ships, since its flight, had foundered and sank.” He spoke, cutting through the silence.

You looked back at him.

"Others had drifted away, never to be seen again.”

“Ten Thousand Ships.” You recalled the book your mother had often read to you, and then as you were older you would read it at the Godswood.

“Do you remember when we were children?” He hummed, eye searching your face.

“Yes.” You replied.

“I remember it all.” He spoke, as you reluctantly walked together in the garden. “Your brothers and Aegon would torment me. But not you, and not Helaena.” He reminisced.

You looked away from him, focusing on the trees and plants around you, hoping that he would not touch you again not that you were away from seeing eyes. Silence surrounded you for some time until he abruptly stopped. You gazed at him, wary of his movements.

“I would listen to you read at the Godswood.” He said, as if the thought tumbled out of his mouth.

You searched his face in confusion. If he was angry he did not show it. His change in demeanour setting your senses on edge.

“I know.” You whispered.

“And yet, you did not show it.” His head tilted to the side, eyeing you closely.

You stayed silent, watching.

“You could have been cruel.” He eyed you.

“I suppose I could have been.” You stared back, before turning and continuing to walk back.

A deep hum behind you.

The sky began to get darker, and torches had been lit along the path to guide you and others who wandered. A deep grunt came from ahead and your brows furrowed. You continued walking when suddenly you saw the white hair of your eldest uncle.

In front of him knelt a servant girl, who’s lips moved swiftly along his shaft, as heavy breaths were puffed out of his chest. His fingers locked in her dirty blonde hair as he thrusted roughly into her mouth, wet gags coming from her chest. You blinked, utterly shocked having witnessed your uncle's depravity.

A deep sigh came from Aemond who was now beside you, who’s eye caught his brothers who let out a shrewd laugh. The poor girl below him pushed herself away from his pants before running away through the garden towards the servants quarters.

“Oh you do know how to ruin the fun brother.” Whined Aegon, cock still proudly out of his pants. You looked at Aegon in disgust, before swiftly turning on your heel to walk to another path.

You could hear your two uncles arguing as you sped away.

“You disgrace us all.” Came Aemond’s growl.

A huffed laugh slipped from Aegon’s lips as he responded, “I'm sure you and our niece were having a lovely time like me.”

Your face screwed up as you walked faster, hoping to escape the two. The further you went, the louder the music became, feeling calmer at knowing that you were almost back to the celebrations.

The sound of pebbled earth scuffling came rapidly from behind you, and you were jolted to the side, Aegon’s hair sticking up in different directions as he ran past you, pushing you roughly as he went forward towards his guests, a small giggle as he ran.

You held a hand to your stomach pausing to calm your heart, when suddenly a hand grabbed the back of your neck, a small gasp spilling from your mouth as you were spun to face the One-Eyed Prince.

You glared at him as he held you by the back of your neck, squeezing roughly, fingers caught in the small braids tugging them sharply. You breathed shallowly waiting for what was to come next, fear seizing your heart.

His one eye searched yours, and you suddenly felt heat begin to pool in your stomach. You opened your mouth sucking in a sharp breath when he squeezed the back of your neck harder.

He pulled you sharply towards him, a small mewl broke free from your lips. His lone eye flicked to your open mouth, watching you as he slowly began to lean closer to your face.

You tried to push back, your hands shoving against his chest, but the grip at the back of your neck prevented it and squeezed harder, causing pain to ripple down your spine.

His breath smelt of ale, and it was only now that you truly realised the blush on the Prince's cheeks. Closing the gap, he ghosted his lips over yours and you inhaled sharply, his bottom lip brushing gently over yours.

Your body reacted to his actions, making shame cloud your mind, stomach tensing in anticipation. He kept his lips close to yours, looking down at you. Your eyes were hooded as the smell of sandalwood and leather filled your surroundings, blocking the sweet smells of the flowers in the garden.

As he moved his head back, your body sought him, tilting your face upwards to try and catch his lips.

He breathed a small laugh looking at you, before releasing your neck. Your legs felt like jelly, and your drunken haze made you want to reach out to touch him. You knew it was wrong, but it was almost instinctual.

You were lured to him like a moth to a flame.

“Zaldristos.” He cooed, appreciating your form, hand coming to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

Your hand shot out to grab his shirt as you tried to tug him back towards you, but he held strong. Prince Aemonds tongue darted out to touch his lips before he stood straight and walked gently past you.

You stood and stared into the dark garden, the sky black and the path around slowly being covered by shadows. Why did you do that?

Why had you sought his lips like a starved man seeks food? What was wrong with you? Surely it was the ale. You had known many men to succumb to their tainted desires at the hands of alcohol. You even knew women who had done the same.

There was no shame in desire, though there was shame in wanting someone as vicious and vile as Prince Aemond. Oh how the God's must be laughing at you. Perhaps this was their idea of a joke? Or maybe you were beginning to go mad.

Guilt ate at you as you breathed, hands stiff by your side. You took a deep breath, brushing down your skirts and hair before you turned to walk back to the celebrations, questioning your sanity as you went.

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mousetoe-wc · 7 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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daddycassie · 18 days

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Welcome to my blog! 🐝☀️

It’s been a while since I’ve done an official introduction for my blog, so here is the new an updated one~

I’m Casper, you can call me Cas or Cassie <3 👻🎃

I’m an author, and I write for tbosas, aka the hunger games trilogy! I’ll write platonic headcanons for characters, x readers(fem or gender neutral, but mostly fem), ship headcanons, ship fics(snowbaird, coralbaird, dovecrane, dovecranebaird, dovebaird! Yes I know — odd selection, don’t be afraid to ask about any of them) Note that I do also write very specifically for Anthea from Shazam fury of the gods, and Maria from west side story 2021, I just love Rachel Zegler a lot <3

I keep requests open most of the time and try to get to them within a couple days but it really depends on how motivated I am, so sorry if it takes me a while to get to yours!!! 😭🫶

I write fluff, nsfw, and angst, don’t shy away from giving me your headcanons either, I love to hear from you guys!!!

I run two other accounts; @theclemmiedovecote and @barbazurebairdtrue ! These are character blogs that I am generally very active on, don’t be scared to say hello <3

Other characters include: @tamamberoffically @clerkcarmineclade @billytaupeclade @officialmaudeivorybaird @justlucygraybaird @s-plinth @arachnecrane @coralfisher @officallaminamason

If you wanna join in, any spot not listed here should be open!! We’d love to have you as a part of the fun.

Speaking of @ ing, these are some of my favorite people that you MUST follow!!!

@torturedcoveydepartment @sparklebear11 @sleepy-gee @noooooooop-e @lettersfrompanem @officialelioperlman-deactivated (may you rest in peace)

my wife @losingmymindrn gets their own spot because I bit her 😔 ILY FOREVER BABY

He is the CEO of Coralbaird and I’m her secretary ✏️📋

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More about me ~ 🌼🌙

I was born on February 7th, making me an Aquarius ♒️

My MBTI is INFP ✨

my irl name is like covey 🌹

my favorite colors are yellow and pink 💛🩷

I go by all pronouns, but I am a lady ☺️

I am an out and proud lesbian who occasionally loves fictional men!!! But am currently smitten w/ Rachel Zegler and her characters so good luck dragging me away Coriolanus Snow 🫵

Some of my favorite things include; my moots, My dogs, Rachel Zegler, Tom Blyth, Crystals, the hunger games series, my wife, origami, the moon, writing/literature, bugs(especially spiders and beetles), candles, Halloween, Pumpkins very specifically, sweettarts, stuffed animals, old creepy things, stickers, Sanrio, card games, movies, pop figures, quilts, my quote books, pickles, theatre, TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT!!!! (this list goes on too long I love too many things)

For now this is all I have… I’m sure I’ll add more so stay tuned pumpkins 🫶

#cassie being an idiot #cassie talks to YOU #yes you #Right there in the cool cloths #Intro #request are open #Asks are open #request currently in the works!!

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 1 month

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I am happy you liked my JJL brainrot, ‘cause there’s more to come. This time with Mitsuba and Jobin (Local Milf and Dilf 🥵). I feel like these two would share their darling, and have a soft spot for a shy s/o namely because they could spoil their s/o to the moon and beyond (Pun very much intended 😉) and seeing they're easily persuaded comparing to a headstrong darling.

At some point their affection kinda goes into the overbearing territory (Like Mother, Like son I suppose 😭). If their darling tries to leave, debt trap time that or they’ll use their connections to make sure their darling stays with them.

Jobin has his family business running, so money won't be an issue at all (He gives me sugar daddy vibes). Won't hesitate to buy anything his darling’s eye lands on. After all, he likes to see a smile on her face by any means. I can see him buying beetle like accessories to his darling. It makes him go 🥵 at the sight.

While Mitsuba has her modeling career money, too. I feel she would take her darling to shopping spree, and would fawn over the fact that she and her sweet darling are both matching in clothing.

Bonus point; If their darling is good with children, especially Tsuguri. It will just further their delusions beliefs on how you’d be an excellent addition to the family. I wouldn’t put it above Kaato to start assisting her son and daughter in law to gain their darling. After all, she literary got rid of the one bully who had harmed Jobin when he was younger. What makes you think she won't do anything for a future family member of hers? Platonic! Yandere! Higashikata family? You bet.

I have this scenario buried in my head for some reason, a blurb if you will.

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Morioh, S city, Japan. At one point, it used to be your hometown. That is until your mother got a lucrative business offer in USA. A famed investor was willing to to sponsor your family’s bakery, that had been opened for generations. Which forced you and your family to leave Morioh for a long time.

When you’re younger, you remembered throwing major tantrums wishing not to leave. Though the reason why you did so was murky. However seeing your hometown again, made your eyes shed tears and a shy of a smile was painted on your face as nostalgia flooded your mind.

You were finally here. As the only child in your family, it was your duty to carry on where your mother has left. To continue managing your family’s bakery. Moonlight Delight.

Over the years from your mother’s shrewd mindset/experience and your baking skills, it went from a local bakery into having multiple branches across the globe. Though, for some unknown reason your heart wanted to manage the Morioh department and that what you essentially did.

The first few weeks, business was booming. Customers were coming in hordes to try some of your family secret recipes and specialties. To say the least, seeing your customers leaving with a smile is making you satisfied. After all, life is too short and desserts are everlasting. That was the motto of your shop, at least.

One day, however, a lady you could immediately recognize has visited you. It was Mitsuba Higashikata. You have heard of her from your mother and different modeling sources—since you may or may not have an interest in fashion magazines.

She was a beauty; With her slim build, short brown hair, and a confident smile on her fair visage. Her sleeveless pink shirt, alongside her checkered skirt which highlighted her build, and her heels did her wonders as well.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. Welcome to Moonlight Delight? How may I serve you?” You greeted; Your voice was as upbeat and friendly, trying your best not to fumble in front of one of your favorite models.

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Dw; There’s more to come from this blurb. Bettle boy would come in the next part and things will get interesting, since both he and s/o has shared history. Which may open old wounds.

You could tag me as JLL anon🫧, if wish. I am the same anon that gave you the Toru and Pucci Hc’s.

Sheesh I’m like fresh out of words here, once again fantastic work here JJL anon. I always knew Mitsuba and Jobin could be a great platonic Yandere pair. I’m feeling every last bit of this post.

#yandere jjba #JJL anon 🫧#Some more part 8 appreciation finally #yandere jjba imagines #yandere imagines #anon submit #anon ideas

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mothsperhour · 6 months

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Spotted Pink Lady Beetle (Coleomegilla maculata)

Polished Lady Beetle (Cycloneda munda)

Variegated Lady Beetle (Hippodamia variegata)

#coleoptera #bugblr #insectblr #beetle #lady beetle #entomology #bug #macrophotography #macro

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ectonuritez · 8 months

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Whitney as a pink-spotted lady beetle-inspired hero! 💖 I wanted her non-Reach outfit components to be very 2013 Justice/Claire's

(Inspired by this post by @shotanar0atmars)

#oc: whitney jones #blue beetle #blue beetle battalion #scarabsona #artists on tumblr

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jupiterswasphouse · 9 months

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[PHOTOS TAKEN: JUNE 23RD, 2023 | Image IDs: Two photos of a pink and black pink-spotted lady beetle on a red metal surface /End IDs.]

#coccinellidae #ladybug #beetle #beetles #coleoptera #insect #insects #bugs #bug #bugblr #entomology #arthropods #invertebrates #inverts #photos #photo #Wasp House Sights

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humblegrub · 6 months

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Trick or treat 👻

wahoo! pink spotted lady beetle for you! I saw one of these IRL for the very first time this year! a wonderful critter indeed :)

(Folks were able to trick or treat in my inbox on October 31st, 2023 in order to receive one of my favorite bugs!)

#halloween 2023

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Wanted to share my thoughts on Aegon x Bimbo because I’m obsessed with the pairing at the moment!!

She met Aegon when he saw her shopping one day for some new clothes, he was doing his own shopping and just walking around as it’s better than sitting at home and getting berated by every single one of his family members. He has friends (if you could call them that) but they’re not really friends, more like people with similar personalities. He spots her in a shoe shop just looking for what he isn’t sure. She’s near some pink stilettos bending down trying them on and she’s in the tiniest fucking skirt so he has a full view of her arse and her pretty white G-string that has a little diamond heart connecting all of the pieces at the back.

Honestly he’s obsessed at first sight. She’s tiny but has curves and a small stomach, thick thighs and the most adorable dimples when she smiles. He’s actually a little nervous to ask her out which is odd he’s a whore and this is basically a routine at this point. She spots him and asks him if he could just hold her arm while she stands he immediately agrees, arm? Leg? Finger? Strand of hair? Neighbours dog? He’ll hold it for her.

She looks at him properly when she’s stood and couldn’t help but blurt out: “Oh my gosh! Your eyes are so pretty! Are they real? And you have such nice lips! Do you use gloss? Because I use Fenty, you know Rhianna? And mine don’t look that smooth. I’m actually kind of jealous right now. But in a good way! A way where I want to be you because you’re so pretty! Seriously! I had this friend at school she was called Kate and she was so jealous of everyone in a bad way, like there was one time when one of our other friends Sarah.K came in with a new bag and she was just like super mad about it all day because she didn’t have a new bag and she wanted a new bag and she was just so mad about it and that made Sarah.L say something because her mood was bumming everyone out and then everyone had a big argument and it just all went to crap because then something else happened and it turned out that Sarah.K was actually mad that our first friend, you know the one with the new bag? Yeah, slept with her boyfriend. Anyway, so, do you use fenty?”

He actually kept up with the entire thing and came out in a deep, tepid voice with: “Wow! The friend with the new bag is a bitch!”

She smiles at that because people don’t normally listen to her when she rambles and she just rambled in front of one of the cutest boys she’s ever met in her entire life. She says her name and he says he didn’t want to say his at first as, his family name is well known and he isn’t always shown being the best person when it comes to the tabloids and news. He says it though and she shows no recognition of knowing him further than “The big corporation with a lizard thing as it’s mascot? I always thought the lizard thing was cute.”

They get to talking and he’s just walking around with her while she shops, she talks to him as if they’ve known each other for years. It’s actually quite nice. He got to talking asking questions about her, her interests, hobbies, any pets? Favourite colour, best shoe brand, favourite type of bread, everything he does not want this conversation to end, there’s this beautiful little lady in front of him looking at him like he’s the best thing she’s ever seen, she thinks he’s so interesting and cool and that feels nice, she answers everything he throws at her even the bread question. She’s making him carry some of her shopping bags as she continues to shop and when it gets to around dinner time and the sun is setting, so they set off to the parking lot.

He instantly agrees and she tells him ti get in the passenger side of her obviously light pink VW Beetle Volkswagen, it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life and the inside smells like cherries. He asks her questions on the drive to her house: “You can bake? Is that something you enjoy or do you do it for fun?” “No I love to bake! Anything absolutely everything! Scones, carrot cake, brownies, shortbread, sponge cake, macaroons, eclairs everything you can think of! I want to open up a shop when I have everything! A little bakery called ‘The Cookie Corner’ I think it sounds cute and I can’t wait!”

The arrive at her house and it’s a cute little pink cottage a little into the woods, she says she chose this place because she felt like a princess in the woods who bakes and talks to animals, only she does it in five inch heels, mini skirts and acrylic nails.

Jumping out and taking all of her bags in he can see the walls are pale pink with laminate flooring, pink drapes and curtains, two pale pink armchairs with cushions a pink ottoman in the middle of them with a side table draped in a pink sheet that has cup holsters on it, there’s a light pink couch that has a fluffy blanket thrown over the back of it, a checkered pink and white rug underneath it, there’s a little carousel horse in the corner. In conclusion, she likes pink… it all goes together very well though, nothing looks too much or out of place.

She tells him to take his shoes off and to get comfy while she puts the bags upstairs and changes into something more comfortable, she says there’s big shirts and joggers he can borrow if he’s like to get comfy while she bakes and they watch a film and he can see this being the beginning of a very fun night.

LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

I'm obsessed with your thoughts and descriptions ! They are truly amazing <3

I love that she babbles so much and he listens to her. I wonder what comfortable clothes mean to her ;)

I think Aegon is going to enjoy such sweetness, he needs it

#bimbo!reader

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