#stone king by mama sweets

[wittysuns]

𝓲𝓲. 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 | Aegon II Targaryen

which in Aegon II Targaryen runaway from King’s Landing with his dragon and founds love on the way.

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Eva was scrubbing the dirty plates with half of the sponge. After she was done eating, she went over to the sink and started to wash the plates and knife she used during her cooking. One of the things that Eva hated about being a mother was that there was no one helping her. Leo sometimes helped his mother but it was tough on her.

“MAMA!”

“MAMA!”

“MAMA!”

Eva heard her son’s yells coming from outside and this made her panic. She dropped the plate that was in her hand and rushed out of her home.

“Leo!” Eva shouts looking at the front to see Leo jumping and his little tiny hand back and forward telling her to come.

Her motherly instinct kicked in and ran towards her son. Once she got to him and had to check on him. Eva kneeled to the ground and checked every inch of his body to see if there were any injuries.

“What happened? Are you okay? Turn around let me see.” Eva rammed as she turned her son around to see no injury.

“Mama! I’m not injured. He is.” Leo pointed at the side of him and Eva turned her head to see an unconscious man.

“Oh my!” Eva rushed to the unconscious man. She didn’t know whether he was dead or not.

Leo was right beside his mother. While his mother was checking on the man, the little boy turned his head because he heard a little growl and saw the beast. The beast stares into his eyes and nods at the boy before leaving further to the forest.

“Leo, why don’t you get Mama’s wagon? Okay, can you do that for me?” Eva tells her son and Leo nods and rushes away.

As she watches her son leave. Eva went back to looking at the man grabbed his shoulder and turned him to the side laying him down flat.

Eva looked at his stomach to see it pumping up and down which meant he was still alive. He is deeply unconscious. But she saw that his leg had a cut on his leg so she needed to treat that. Then she looked at the man and saw his face was covered by the cloak of a hood. She reaches out to take off the hood but hears the wheels of a cart and looks up to see Leo coming with the wagon.

“Mama I got it.” Leo parked a cart near his mother. “Good job baby.” Eva got up to the ground and patted his head.

The mother went over to the wagon and tilt a bit. Eva went over to the man and grabbed him under his armpit and Leo grabbed his two legs. She counted on three before she and her son lifted the man’s body off the ground. They both gently put him in the wagon successfully not injuring him more than.

Leo helped his mother push the wagon, it was hard to push but they got it. Took about 5 minutes to push the wagon inside the Stone’s house.

The closest chamber was her son’s room and brought the man inside. Eva gently placed the unconscious body on Leo’s bed and then told her son to go take back the wagon. Leo obeyed and took the wagon out of his room.

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Eva sewed his wound to the man who had a cut on his right leg. She went over to untie the cloak slowly slipped it out of his body and gently lifted his head. His head flops onto the pillow. Eva walks over to the door and hangs his dark green coat in the door corner. Then she takes off his boots and left the room and Leo was already filling up a bowl with warm water in the sink. His adorable tipping toes.

“My sweet Leo, you didn’t have to do that.” Eva kissed her son’s forehead. Then turn off the water from the sink. She went over to the drawers and got a clean rag.

“Mama! Is he okay?” Leo asks his mother tugging on her long dress. Eva looks down at her son and gets on one knee.

“Yes, you know why? Because we are going to help him.” Eva responds to Leo making a weak smile.

“Now go play with your toys I made you.” Eva whispered to her son’s ear before kissing him and he let out a tickle-ish laugh.

She watches her son go running to the parlour room. Eva went over to the sink and grabbed the bowl with one hand and the other hand with the white rag. She walked over to Leo’s chamber and went inside.

Eva walks to the counter and sets down the warm water. She grabbed the chair from Leo’s desk and sat down. The mother looks at the man that was lying on her son’s bed.

The brown-haired woman looked at the man and saw the man had beautiful short silver hair. Eva had never seen this kind of color before this was her first time.

Her hands went above the man’s face putting small parts of his sliver hair at the side of her face. Eva saw that he had his face dirty and a little cut on the right side of his cheek.

She dumps the folded towel inside the warm water and twists it to get all of the water out of the towel. She puts it against the sliver-haired man’s forehead and starts cleaning his face since it is dirty.

When Eva was done cleaning his face, she put a little cream on his cut and a little wound dressing on his cheek. After all that cleaning she saw that the man had a handsome face.

What are you thinking Eva!? He is a random person!, Eva thought to herself.

The mother gets up from the chair and puts it back where she got it from. Then got the bowl of water with the wet towel and walked away from the unconscious man. Eva took one last look at the sliver-haired man before closing the door leaving a little bit of an opening.

#aegon ii fic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen fanfiction #aegon ii targaryen love story #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon the second #aegon x oc #aegon x reader #tom glynn carney

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

author's note: HBO ROBBED US FROM HAVING SOFT DADDY!DAEMON SO HERE AM I DOING GOD'S WORK!!!! SOFT DADDY!DAEMON IS CANON AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE MY MIND!!!! also please comment if you'd like to see more daemon headcanons <3

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

warnings: fluff, mentions of children getting harmed, implications of children getting harmed, soft daddy!daemon, girl daddy!daemon.

read the rest of my dad!daemon x mom!reader au series

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You and Daemon had three children together.

Your eldest son, Rhaegon, looked like a copy of his father.

Rhaegon had Daemon's looks, talents, and his father's extremely dubious sense of humor.

Your only girl, Alyssa, was named after Daemon's mother.

She was sweet and happy, but also shared her father's hyperactivity and thirst for adventure.

Your youngest son, Maegon, wasn't like his siblings.

Although he just celebrated his seventh name day, Maegon was introverted and liked to read instead of playing like a normal child would do.

Daemon thought it was quite adorable, and never pushed his child to be more active against his will.

Maegon was also a mama's boy, not like your other children who had an obvious preference for your husband.

Rhaegon and Alyssa were 13 and 10, respectively.

Daemon would teach them to befriended with the Velaryon boys, and pick on Alicent's kin.

Daemon would teach Rhaegon to take care of his sister, but would also teach her how to defend herself when he's not around.

"Daddy! Daddy, let me play with Darksister!"

"When you're old enough I will give you your own sword, I promise, my little dragon."

Daemon would take the kids on dragonrides.

They all had dragons, except for Maegon, whose egg never hatched and turned into stone.

Rhaegon's dragon was named Araxes, because he wanted his dragon to be as legendary as his father's.

You found it funny, since you rode Vermithor, The Bronze Fury, a dragon almost as big as Vhagar that once belonged to King Jaehaerys, but you guessed that your dragon wasn't as cool as your husband's.

Alyssa's dragon was called Starblaze, but she was too small to carry the little princess' weight.

Daemon would take her in Caraxes back with him, and you would take Maegon.

Araxes was medium-sized and had a thin body, so he was faster than Caraxes and Vermithor.

Daemon would scold Rhaegon, asking him to slow down and stop doing tricks that could get himself hurt.

Rhaegon was wild like his father, so he wouldn't like to be controlled.

"Aemond can do this without an eye and riding Vhagar!"

"Aemond is not my son. I couldn't care less if that prick gets hurt."

Daemon would read bedtime stories to your children.

Daemon would teach them high valyrian, and tell them about their roots and culture.

Daemon would be an overprotective father, scared of what Alicent were capable of doing against his children, since Alyssa was the one who hurt Aemond.

Daemon would teach Rhaegon how to fight, because he knew Ser Criston would favor Alicent's boys.

At the end of the day, Daemon loved being a parent.

He loved to look at his children and see how much they were like him, but also how they looked like you.

He loved how Rhaegon was curious and passionate like you.

He loved how Alyssa was beautiful and kind like you.

He loved how Maegon was quiet and observant like you.

He enjoyed every moment of raising the kids by your side, and wanted to do it all again.

"I've been thinking," he murmured against your shoulder, "I want another child."

"You what!?"

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x oc #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon spoilers #daemon targaryen headcanons #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Though The Path May Be Long, I Shall Find You; Ruggie Bucchi

A path lies ahead, some are more treacherous than others. At the end of the winding, coloured footsteps is where they can rest; a bird directing them forward, made out of precious stone.

Main Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Supporting Roles; Grandma Bucchi, Rho (Ruggie's bird)

Content; Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match), gender-neutral reader, this can be read as platonic, familial, or romantic, hurt/comfort, I get emotional yet again about Ruggie, stressed reader

Content Warning; Ruggie's backstory (his mom's death and I mention childbirth, but describe nothing), self-doubt (reader), allusions of depression (reader), anxiety attacks (reader)

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put mine - or other creators' - works into AI; that shit steals.

Prologue & Leona's Story | Jack's Story

Ruggie was out with the adults, tagging along to collect honey to bring back to the village. He followed silently behind his grandmother, holding her hand. Ahead of them two birds flew ahead, honeyguides, singing their song to alert the beastmen that there was a hive ahead. A hive full of sweet honey, a rare treat saved for the elderly and the young of the village.

“You see those birds, Ruggie,” his grandmother nodded up to where the birds flew. “Those are honeyguides. Your mother…” The woman paused, taking in a calming breath. It’s been nearly five years since her daughter, her only child, had passed away due to complications from childbirth. Unfortunately, it was common for many first-time hyena beastmen to pass while delivering… and such a fate fell upon her. She shook her head, continuing with her tale. “Your mother, her messenger was a honeyguide.”

Ruggie looked up to his grandmother. “Mama had one of those birds?” He tried whistling the tune of their leading song, but it just came out as raspberries.

His grandmother chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Yes, and oh the trouble those two got into. How do you think I got all this grey hair?” She tugged at a few strands to prove her point. She did their whistle, going slowly so that Ruggie could practice alongside her. “Like this.”

Ruggie eventually got the call down and whistled towards the other adults, and the two honeyguides. “Gramma?” He tugged at her shirt. She looked down and picked him up, putting him up on her shoulders. “Do you think my messenger will be a honeyguide… just like Mama’s?”

She smiled bittersweetly, picturing the rose quartz bird that stood still by the only pictures she had of her daughter. “Hmm, maybe. But that’s for the winds to decide. Regardless though, they’ll bring you great happiness.”

“Gramma?” Ruggie placed his head on top of hers. “What’s your messenger? Did Mama meet her soul match? Did you meet yours?”

The birds stopped, as they arrived at the hive. The adults tasked with smoking the bees out got to their jobs, passing down honey from the rock crevice and putting aside some of the comb for the birds. This harvest looked like it would be enough to feed both the elders and the children, plus some extra left over for the harvesters.

Ruggie’s grandmother hummed to herself. “I think that’s a story for a later time, no? Now come on, try some of this honey, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had in all my years.”

She never got her messenger. Never had been gifted a soul match by the King of Beasts or the southern winds. And her daughter had met her match, but then he left after her death; her messenger going still after her passing. Leaving the ageing woman all alone, with only a few photos, her daughter’s lifeless messenger, and Ruggie. The person who looked the most like her.

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The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Ruggie reached his hand out. “Hi, Mama,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there in the stars… Tomorrow is my birthday ya know! I’m getting a messenger, just like you did!”

A gentle warm breeze caressed his face, and a shooting star raced against the deep indigo sky. Make a wish. Ruggie clamoured over the window, the breeze playing with his hair. He leaned against the frame, and closed his eyes. “Mama, if you’re up there listening… I wish that you could be my messenger. I know that I never got the chance to meet you, to get to know you, but I want to. I want to get to know you. And I know that you can’t be here, but … I love you, Mama.”

He cracked open his eyes and saw that the entire night sky was filled with shooting stars, a sign of a good omen. The warm breeze tickled his nose before going back out of the window. In the distance, he could hear a lone hyena calling out to its clan, but no one called back. He looked out into the sea of shooting stars and located the star he designated for his mom; an orange star, large, but not super noticeable. A warm amber amongst the darkness of the sky and pale blues of other stars.

He yawned and went back to his bed, clutching on to one of his mom’s old stuffies; a patched up warthog. “Good night, Mama, I love you.” He closed his eyes and was off to the land of dreams.

The light breeze was back, warm and carrying the scent of honey. It carried a small pink crystal bird with it, placing it gently at the foot of the bed, looking after Ruggie’s sleeping form. A honeyguide, much like his own late mother’s. It too being made out of pink crystal, but rhodochrosite, not rose quartz. A crystal meaning compassion, love, comfort, and happiness.

When Ruggie woke up he stared at the bird before cradling it gently to his heart. He walked to his grandmother’s door. “Look, gramma, it’s just like Mama’s!”

His grandmother hugged him, clutching on tightly to his back, tears rolling down her cheeks. Perhaps this life had been cruel to her, but she at least knew that her grandson, her only family, had someone out there. And that maybe, just maybe, her daughter was looking down from the stars smiling and looking out for her son.

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Ruggie kept his messenger on him at all times. When he was wearing his dorm uniform, he kept the pink bird on a braided necklace that his grandmother made him for his fifth birthday, using some fabric from one of his mother’s old scarves. Whereas, when he was in the school uniform he kept it in his breast pocket, above his heart. And he would subconsciously check throughout the day to make sure that it was still there, a habit of his. 

It’s been four years, and yet the bird has yet to come to life. But Ruggie didn’t feel bitter, or sad. He knew that life wasn’t fair, he has witnessed that much. He has lived it, experienced that it wasn’t fair. Knew that it was something you could only make the best of. He also knew that he shouldn’t complain. He was thankful that he had at least something to match his mother. A symbol that she was always looking after him. So, even if the messenger never came to life, he could at least have an aspect of his mother. Thankful that there was at least a chance of him having a soul match out there, somewhere.

He hadn’t told his grandmother, as he didn’t want to bring a sense of sadness; had she not gone through enough? The last thing that he wanted to do was to bring more pain to the ageing woman’s heart. He just wanted her to be happy. She had done so much for him, sacrificed so much; the least he could do was give her some hope. That he could bring their family out of poverty. That he could get a well-paying job. That he could find happiness. That she needs not to worry about him. That he would be okay. That they would be okay.

Besides, the new school year was beginning and he was positive that would mean that Leona would give him odd jobs to do. But hey, money is money, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said gift horse paid him graciously. 

So, Ruggie was busying himself by rearranging his room, placing the few personal belongings that he had in their spots. The photo of him and his grandmother, and next to it, the warthog plush that belonged to his mom. Everything else was hand-me-downs from Leona, or related to schoolwork. The only other personal things he had was the braided necklace, and of course, his messenger. He whistled the honeyguide call to himself, making sure everything was in place. Leona was off at the ceremony, so he basically had the day free to himself. He could probably go off and work some odd errands, but just for today, he would relax.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the wings of the stone bird. “I know you’re out there. I want to find you,” he sighed, holding the bird to his chest. “Let me find you.” He tried to fight off the drowsiness that was taking hold — it wasn’t even nighttime yet — but it won in the end, and he fell asleep.

As the sun set, and the waning moon rose, a warm breeze carried the scent of hibiscus flowers and honey, ruffling his hair. The stone bird tumbled out of Ruggie’s hand, falling gently onto the blankets. The breeze caressed it, and the stone honeyguide ruffled its feathers for the first time. It hopped upright and nestled in the sleeping hyena-beastman’s hair, singing its guiding call softly.

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Ruggie stretched awake, the room still dark as the sun had not yet woken up for the day. The waning moon, and stars provided the only light, casting the room in blue and silver light. He walked over to the window and looked out, searching for his mom’s star. “Hi mom,” he said to the warm amber star up in the sky. A warm breeze tickled his ears, and he imagined it was her playing with them. “Can you show me a sign?” About my soul match?

Something shifted under the bedsheets, and Ruggie’s ears twitched at the noise. He crept over to the bed, and lifted up the sheet carefully, unsure of what it could be. Underneath the blanket was the stone honeyguide, twitching in its sleep.

His eyes widened, and he carefully scooped up the little bird, cradling it in his hands. After all of these years. After all of the hardships that he has endured. All of the uncertainty. His soul match was here. He took in a sharp breath, trying to control the well of emotions that had sprung forth; that his soul match was alive, and that maybe his mother, and not the King of Beasts, had sent him a sign. That he wouldn’t be alone in this life. But a lone tear traced down the planes of his face, dropping onto the bird.

This is your sign, take it, my love.

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You didn’t know what to make of any of this. Being transported into some dimension and waking up in a coffin of all things. That you now live in a decrepit mansion with some cat-monster and ghosts. That magic existed and you had several life-endangering encounters with said magic. And that you now have a small bird made out of pink crystal, and that it was alive. That it could talk.

“You know,” the bird hopped onto your head, “I can’t explain more than you need to be privy to.” Their voice played in your mind, and you tried to ignore them, instead focusing on the tall stack of books about dimensions; trying to find a way home.

You waved a hand around, forcing the bird to take flight, landing on your desk. “I am well aware of that, since you dodge every single one of my questions,” you huff, flipping over the page since it had nothing relevant about your situation. It only said that giraffes were originally demons hailing from the Boiling Isles, wherever that was. This dimension had evil giraffes, but apparently your dimension without magic was far more ludicrous than that. Predictable. “So if you aren’t going to be helpful, just leave me alone. I don’t need your ‘help’.”

The bird gave you a bombastic glare, huffing to itself it went to a small dark brown leather bound journal with the gold insignia of a lion and a hornbill, placing it in front of you. “No need to get snippy with me. Here, read this, it should explain everything you need to know. I can’t do anything else pertaining to your questions now though, know that.” With that, the bird took off through the window, off to who knows where. 

You sighed, but focused on the journal they put in front of you and cracked open the centuries old leather.

Of all the magic there is in Twisted Wonderland, the most coveted, the most revered, is the magic of soul matches. These matches come in many different forms, different for every person. Platonic. Familial. Romantic. Those are the most common. For the merfolk it is a song that only they can hear, their match tugging at their soul. Gifted to them by the benevolence of the Sea Witch. For fae it is yet to be revealed, as they are a secretive lot. Fearing that should anyone outside of their clan know that that information would be used against them. All that is known by outsiders is that they were gifted from the Thorn Fairy, a blessing. As for beastmen, and anyone hailing from the Sunset Savanaclaw, they were gifted bird messengers made from precious stone. It is said the crystal represents what their match will bring to them. And once they feel that they are ready, a glowing path of footsteps will lead them to their match. The birds will dance, and then they will know that they have found each other.

You placed the journal back down, brows creasing. You weren’t from the Sunset Savannah, let alone this dimension in the first place. How on Earth do you have a messenger? Why do you have a messenger? And what did it mean? I’m not ready for this… I don’t think I’ll ever be.

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Ruggie had formed a friendship with his bird, and he even gave her a name; Rho. She doted over him, and her voice was what he imagined his mother’s was like; confident, caring, and warm. And even though he had a friendship with her, he has yet to see the glowing footsteps. He was more than ready to meet them, so it must mean that his soul match, whoever they were, wasn’t. 

“It’s unlike you to dwell on possibilities,” Rho said, landing on his shoulder, returning from one of her daily flights. “Uncertainty clouds your mind, much as the smoke from a brush fire does. Clogging out any possible light from the bright sun that lies beyond the thick smoke.” Rho also happened to be quite poetic and… concerning? But she was sweet, so he ignored the cryptic verses.

Ruggie shook his head, trying to centre his mind. “Hmm? Just thinking is all. Ya don’t need to worry about me, Rho. Shishishi!” But she was right, as his mind tended to go down the more pessimistic path.

What if his soul match was never ready? What if they didn’t want to find him? What if they would reject him after finding out about the cards he was dealt in life? Would they stay by his side as he pulled himself, his family, and his community out of poverty? Would they… would they be like his ‘dad’ and ditch him in hopes of better prospects elsewhere, never to come back? To leave him behind? Leaving him alone to take care of everything, with no one to turn to for support?

Rho sighed, and hopped onto his head, ruffling his hair. “See, uncertainty. A tree cannot grow if it does not receive sunlight. And you cannot grow if you doubt yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, but she was right, as per usual. “Yeah yeah, I know,” he sounded relaxed but he took the words to heart. It’s something his grandma would also tell him, albeit she would get straight to the point. Something like, Quit doubting yourself. You are more than capable. Plus I love ya, and that’s what matters!

But Rho looked unconvinced. “If you want, I can go… persuade their bird to encourage them to meet you.”

“Thought that was against the rules though?” Messengers aren’t allowed to disclose any information that could change their match’s mind on whether they wanted to meet or not. He had no idea why, but it was seen as a big no-no. “Didn’t take you as the rule breaking type.”

Rho flitted down to the windowsill, looking out into the Savanaclaw Dorm exterior. “As long as I don’t let anything slip, it is fine. A gentle nudge if you will. And technically, I am breaking no rules. Just paying a visit to my counterpart to discuss their progress. That is all.”

Ruggie raised a brow, chuckling to himself. “Shishishi, you’re a horrible liar,” he poked her on the nose. “Just don’t get caught, okay?”

Rho nipped at him and took off into flight. “Need not to worry.” She didn’t add her own thought, which was I’m unsure if they will be able to see me or not. It’s been several weeks since they arrived and I’ve seen no sign of them.

…

The bird has persisted to follow you everywhere you went; to all your classes, and you had to kick it out of the washroom on several occasions as well. Everywhere. And they. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

“Hey! Hey! You really need to find them!” They pulled at your uniform, trying to get your attention. “Hellooooo! Are you even listening to me?”

Unfortunately, yes. All you wanted to do was get back home. Yes, you have made friends here. You had fun. But you didn’t belong here, or least, you felt like you didn’t belong. The magicless Prefect from another, magicless, dimension. The closest thing you could even call family here would be Grim, and the three main ghosts who are still tethered to the Ramshackle Dorm. Stuck here without any clear way out, much like you are.

You glared at the bird, looking away from the nth book about different dimensions, still finding dillidy squat. “Yes,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I heard you the first time. But until I find answers, they can wait. They’ve waited this long, I can survive without them.”

The bird plopped itself onto the book, effectively preventing you from reading any further. “Exactly. They’ve waited for this long. They thought that there was no one out there for them. I know that you’re tired; tired of not getting answers. Tired of being treated as less than due to your situation. Tired of not knowing. But know this; there is someone who wants nothing more than to meet you. They don’t care that you don’t have magic. They don’t care that you’re from a different place. They just want to know you.”

That made you pause in your research, hands trembling. They were right. You are exhausted from everything. 

“Now now,” a second voice played in your head, the voice of a woman. But when you looked up you saw another crystal bird, the only thing differing it from yours was that it had more red and white bands. “No need to be nasty. Dear, come now. What is weighing so heavily on your mind?”

Unlike your bird, this newcomer was gentle, and didn’t prod you. They hopped forward, wiping a tear from your face. Since when had you started crying? But the few pebbles that were trying to hold together the dam came surging forward, and the new bird comforted you, wiping your tears away.

“Dear, you’ll be okay,” they said, handing you a tissue. “You don’t always have to be strong. There is no weakness in admitting that you need help. That not everything is okay. There is strength in that.”

The flood of emotions, of stress, of anxiety, of being overworked, of being everyone’s therapist calmed down from a raging torrent to a gentle trickle. Taking the tissue you blew your nose. “I don’t feel okay… I’m so,” you took in a choked breath, “tired.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, admitting to the truth. “I’m just so tired. I should be angry, but I’m just so tired.”

The bird put a wing on your face, holding it with care, with love. They had only just met you but have shown so much more kindness and empathy than anyone else during your stay. “Life has not been kind to you,” they said, rubbing grounding circles onto your palms, guiding your breathing. “You deserve to feel wanted. Deserve compassion. To be comforted when the dark clouds seem like they engulf all light. You deserve to be happy.”

“Why are you telling me all this,” you croaked, voice cracking. “I’ve ignored them-”

The pink bird shook their head, “No, you’ve been surviving, and adapting. But if you wish, if you are ready, you can find him.” They hopped back up to the open window, looking at you warmly. A soft breeze played with the ragged curtains, carrying the scent of honey, but also the smell of home. “Will you be alright?”

You rubbed at your nose, still feeling shaky but better. Not feeling like a water balloon about to burst. “I will be.”

The bird nodded, “Should you need anything do call. Your match calls me Rho.” They took flight, heading back to your match. And you could make out the faintest hints of glowing dandelion-yellow footsteps fading into the distance.

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Ruggie had not had much free time for himself, being busy with schoolwork, lessons from Leona, and his normal workload alongside odd jobs to make some extra cash to send home. But even with the hustle and bustle, he had noticed the footsteps. They were faint, sometimes wavering, but they were there. It means that they’re open to meeting him, but not quite sure. Still some doubt in their mind.

“What did you tell them?” He looked up from the dishes he was scrubbing, filling in a shift at the Mostro Lounge.

Rho popped out from his breast pocket, climbing up to his shoulder. “That they aren’t alone. That they will be okay.”

Ruggie felt like there was something heavy in his throat. They feel alone? They aren’t okay? “Rho,” his grip on the plate that he was scrubbing tightened, and he forced himself to release it before he caused cracks. “What did you do? Where are they?”

“Ruggie, they will be okay. I told them words that they needed to hear. Affirming words.” Rho’s voice took on a more stern tone, which made Ruggie back off, but he still worried. “What did we say about dwelling on things outside of our control?”

Ruggie took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released, calming his mind. “That it’s like the smoke of a brush fire. That beyond the dark smoke, there is sky beyond it, and fresh air… this too will pass.”

Rho let out a guiding call, “Good-”

Ruggie quickly grabbed her and put Rho in his pocket, hearing the door from the kitchen open. He didn’t want someone to walk in and find him ‘talking to air’ and think he was slacking off. “How is everything goin’ on out there?” He got back to scrubbing dishes, covering up that he was previously not.

“Quiet,” you huffed, putting on an apron and coming to stand next to him. “Azul has been trying to butter me up into making a contract with him… again.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “But I reminded him of what happened last time and he left well enough alone.”

Ruggie relaxed, it was just you. “Heyya, Prefect. Long time no see? Decided you were too good for Savanaclaw, huh?” He teased, bumping his shoulder to yours.

You bumped him back. Ever since you had to crash at Savanaclaw, you had formed a friendship with the hyena-beastman. He didn’t hide behind a mask, he was authentic, and that put you at ease. “Pshh,” you swatted at him with a towel, “like you could really get rid of me that easily, gotta come over and bug Leona every now and then. Keep him humble.”

“Pftt,” Ruggie burst out laughing. “Yeah, ‘keep him humble’. Just as long as ya don’t mess with him too much, yeah? Remember, I usually do his work.” There was no bite, and he swatted you back. “These dishes won’t clean themselves, come one, before Azul finds us slackin’ off.”

You quirked a brow but got to work, you would rather do the dishes and make light conversation, or just enjoy the quiet, with Ruggie, than deal with rude customers or being roped into something. So you and Ruggie worked in relative silence, working on getting the large pile of dishes done. The only thing breaking the silence being the distinct whistle Ruggie did quietly.

“Just curious, but what kind of whistle is that?” You put down the large pan you were rinsing off, down to dry, turning to Ruggie.

Ruggie stopped, his left ear twitching. “Ah, it’s just something I picked up when I was younger.” But he could see the curiosity in your eyes, and he decided to humour you. “It’s a honeyguide call, a type of bird. We used to work with them back at home to collect honey.”

Why does it sound so familiar then? Where have I heard it before? “Could you show me how to do it?”

As Ruggie taught you how to make the call, the two of you failed to notice Rho slip out of his pocket, flying up to where your bird rested. “We should just tell them! Look! The footprints are right there! Are they that dense?!” They huffed.

Rho shook her head, “They will do so on their accord. For now, let them be. They’re happy.”

…

…

The footsteps were glowing brightly now, a bright, warm, dandelion yellow. Cheerful, playful, and happy. But you hadn’t followed them yet, doubt still on your mind. Why did someone else get to pick my soul match? Shouldn’t I have a say in this? But every time those doubts came forward, the other pink bird, Rho she said her name was, would come for a visit.

“Good day, Prefect. How are you faring today?” She hopped over to your desk where you had a book about this world open, reading about beastmen and Sunset Savannah cultural practices.

You placed a bookmark on the page you were on, which discussed the caste system. “Doing better. But, Rho?” You held out a finger, and she hopped on. “I’m curious; what kind of bird are you?”

Rho cocked her head, “Ah, I thought you knew. My dear, I am a honeyguide.” She let out a call.

“A honeyguide…” You froze in your seat. It’s a honeyguide call. You knew you had heard that call before, your own messenger waking you up every morning with it. Did that mean… was Ruggie your soul match? The honeyguide. The feeling that everything would work out for the better when you were around Ruggie. He just felt… correct to you. Like home.

You rushed towards the front door, Rho and your own honeyguide clutching onto your uniform for dear life. “AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS YOU CHANGE YOUR HEART?!” Your honeyguide shrieked, falling off.

“Hush you!” Rho scolded, sending off your messenger to find Ruggie. “I take it you connected the dots then? You don’t need to rush, dear.” She said.

You didn’t slow down though, if anything you sped up. “My match is Ruggie, isn’t he?” It was stated like a question, but you knew that it was a statement. “I’ve kept him waiting! Kept him out!” You knew a bit about what Ruggie’s life was like before attending Night Raven College. That fate had seemed to mock him… and you also mocked him unknowingly.

Rho pulled on your ear, pulling you out of your spiral. “You weren’t ready, you cannot and should not blame yourself! You were making the best out of your situation!” This was the first time that Rho had sounded upset.

You stopped your frantic pace, halting in the middle of the hallway. Students passed by, some giving you weird looks, but they continued on their way. But someone stopped, and stepped aside, watching.

“I hurt him!” You shouted, but no one but you, and your match could hear when you spoke to your birds. “Hasn’t he been hurt enough?”

The footsteps were blinding now, he couldn’t be far away.

“Doesn’t he deserve to be happy? Don’t I deserve to be happy?! Why should some long ago king dictate how we should be happy?! We didn’t ask for this! Any of this!” You were heaving, the dam of emotions breaking again, tears rushing down your face in full force. “Rho,” you whispered, “I just want a place to call home. It doesn’t need to be the one I knew. It doesn’t need to be fancy, or elaborate. It doesn’t even need to be a place. He feels like home, where I can rest.”

But Rho wasn’t there anymore, your bird was now on your shoulder, trying to move you forward. “Well, you can’t do that if you just stay there! MOVE!”

You looked up and the footsteps were gone, in front of you was Ruggie with Rho on his shoulder. You hiccupped, be it from crying, the emotions, or the shock that he was right there, within reach. “Did you hear all of that?”

Ruggie nodded, “Yeah, yeah I did.”

Rho and your messenger took flight, performing the soul match dance before Rho landed on your shoulder, and your bird landed on Ruggie’s. And they sang the honeyguide call, indicating that there was something sweet ahead.

“Come on,” he took you to an empty classroom, away from prying eyes. “Here, breathe with me. In; one, two, three.” You breathed in as he instructed. “Hold; one, two, three.” You held. “And out; one, two, three.” And you breathed out. “Better?” He caressed the knuckles of your hand gently.

You nodded. “Ruggie, I’m sor-”

He stopped you, smiling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. What matters most is that we found each other… That we chose each other.”

Fin

Author's Note; I literally cried writing this (I was emotional at the time). Ruggie's story has been in my brain since I put his name on the list for this AU. It has haunted me for weeks. Have had the honeyguide song stuck in my head for years ever since I first heard it on Wild Kratts of all things. My favourite one I've written as of yet; up there with Jade's.

Tag; @leonistic

Link to Masterlist

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi x gn reader #twst hurt/comfort #twst soulmate au #soul match au #gramma bucchi #i get so emotional over ruggie it's not even funny man #i did research to make sure that spotted hyenas and greater honeyguides lived in the same range and was happy that they do! #fun fact; some people work with honeyguides in order to find honey and share a profit of what they find with the birds #taking canon and running with it <3 #also if you get the giraffe and boiling isles reference ily #cw anxiety attack #<- first actual content warning tag #i cried in the first 700 words btw #don't be like dove and write nearly 60 pages in like a month (26K words)

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TMA Playlist

Just something I've wanted to put together. Likely will get edited a lot as things come up. Some for characters, some for TMA as a whole... There's a few on here I've already seen floating around the fandom, but hey, if the glove fits...

Jane Prentiss- Worms/Ashnikko - All Things Devour/aeseaes

Gerard Keay- Mama/MCR - Arsonist's Lullabye/Hozier - Maybe Someday/The Cure

Jonathan Sims- Home/Cavetown - Down to the River/Mitchel Dae

Timothy Stoker- Happy Face/Jagwar Twin - Until it Doesn't Hurt/Mother Mother

Oliver Banks- All Things End/Hozier - I Need Some Sleep/Eels

Michael Shelley- And the World was Gone/Snow Ghosts

Distortion- Labyrinth/Miracle Musical

Daisy Tonner- Pitchfork Kids/AJR

Jan Kilbride- Space Oddity/David Bowie

Elias Bouchard- Fear and Delight/The Correspondents - Time is on my Side/Rolling Stones - The Devil is a Gentleman/Merci Raines

Melanie King- Rage/Samantha Margret

Annabelle Cane- Spiderwebs/No Doubt

TMA as a whole- Dream Sweet in Sea Major/Miracle Musical - Devil Town/Bright Eyes

Jon/Martin, Melanie/Georgie, Daisy/Basira- Guillotine/Jon Bellion - It's Alright/Mother Mother

The End- Don't Fear the Reaper/Blue Oyster Cult

The Stranger/Nikola Orsinov- Echanté/Dirt Poor Robins - Lotion/Greenskeepers

Apocalypse- Parade/Susumu Hirasawa (Lyrics)

Honorable Mentions- Lullaby/The Cure - Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One/Will Wood - Violence & Spiders/SAINT PHNX

#TMA #The Magnus Archives #TMA Playlist #Jonathan Sims #Annabelle Cane #Martin Blackwood #Daisy Tonner #Michael Shelley #Jan Kilbride #Nikola Orsinov #Oliver Banks #Gerard Keay #Timothy Stoker #Jane Prentiss #Elias Bouchard #The End #The Stranger #The Apocalypse

[quitealotofsodapop]

Nobody would expect Wukong to actually faint at the news that his mother and father were not only present but also that he has had a sibling this entire time just waiting to hatch. So they all kinda panicked when Macaque had to rush forward to catch him so he doesn't land on the hard cavern floor. At this point Yuebei is probably old enough to cling to her baby's back like, well, a monkey cub and was probably just eith hin the whole time since Wukong, as king, was pretty much in charge eof everything and had a lot of important duties to deal with during the party itself. She's probably crying because she doesn't understand why her Mama is in her baby's arms and isn't moving. Which is whag distracts everyone enough from baby Luzhen to realize what happened and the two spirit monkeys are doing their best to coo and comfort their grandvaby while also trying to tend to their newborn (whom Pigsy had started cradling and was checking over) while also dealing with the unfortunate fact that they're ghosts and cannot actually do anything

Later onn the adults in the troop tease the hell out of Wukong for fainting like a delicate flower at the prospect of being a big brother, but they definitely understand where he's coming from. He'd still been reeling from Guanyin's revelation that she was, in some obscure way thag involved reincarnation, Wukong's birth mother by Celestial Law and had kept the fact hidden in an attempt to keep him as safe as she possibly could have considering how deep into trouble he'd been when they had met. And also by that same law, Wukomg is technically an imperial prince because before Guanyin had been Wukong's mother, Wukong's mother had been the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother's firstborn daughter.

referencing.

Macaque def spends a lot of the festivities keeping Yuebei occupied. He recognises that Wukong has a lot of duties during the festival (preparing the beach for the party, ensuring bonfire safety, making sure monkeys got to the island safely, etc), and agrees to keep the cub on him for a Baba-daughter day (something both really need since the drama of S4).

Mac doesn't like the noise of the party, and Yuebei gets fussy after the tenth or so person cooing at her, so they're relaxing against his and Wukong's favorite tree watching the sea when MK's shout reaches them.

Macaque understands how stone monkeys can be born from secret stone eggs - the little lady clinging to him + the pair in his own body evidence of that. So the idea of there being an undiscovered egg inside the mountain doesn't surprise him - what does is the sheer enormity of Wukong's parents being present as ghosts (aided by the bodhisattvas) and guiding him to his unhatched baby brother.

Macaque knows Wukong is about to faint the moment the little stone shell cracks open, and rushes forward to catch him while Yuebei flutter-chirps for her mama/baba (Wukong uses both) from her papoose.

MK and Pigsy has their hands full with helping Luzhen break out of his shell (the little guy was sorta stuck from the rock being hardened for so long), and the subjects are just cooing at the new Prince + laughing at the irony of meeting the King's little brother in a similar manner to how he was born!

Shihua and Ye Lin see Yuebei and just start cooing about how sweet she is! Their little overdue Grandcub! And her eyes are such a lovely shade of her grandmother's blue! Macaque keeps quiet about about the whole "she Ate a bone demon" part for the moment.

Guanyin and Shihua likely keep it quiet about their first life for now. Especially since Wukong is still dealing with the aftershock of finding Luzhen and meeting his parents' spirits (+that Guanyin is his mom's present incarnation). The knowledge that he might be considered divine royalty under Celestial Law would be a bit much for him right now.

#stone matriarch au #slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #lmk yuebei #yuebei xing #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk aus

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TIaF Edits - Chapter 6 Teaser (2)

Mama closes her eyes, shaking her head with a hefty sigh. It sounds more like a laugh, though. “What? Ashamed that your mother is scolding you, hmm?” She looks at him again, her gaze more playful than reprimanding. “Come here, little pebble, let me look at you.”

Wukong hesitates for a moment, always caught between the immortal warrior—the King of Flower Fruit—that he was, and the little pebble his mother sees. Taking one look at her, though, he really can’t deny such a simple request. He steps closer, leaning down so she could reach up and take his face in her hands. Her thumbs gently run over his cheeks, her eyes roaming over his features and taking it all in. Despite centuries passing, Mama still searches for changes, as if time might have left a mark, despite the fact it never will.

“You look tired, pebble,” she points out, her voice gentle as a summer’s breeze.

“Well, I am tired, Mama,” he whispers, a weary laugh following suit.

She tugs, gently, gently pulling him into a hug. His face buries into her neck, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Her fingers comb his fur, her breath stuttering. “Oh, my son,” she murmurs, her voice both joyous and somber. “How I’ve missed you.”

He finally wraps his arms around her, holding her closer.

“I missed you too, Mama.” Fuck, he didn’t mean for his voice to crack like that. It’s so hard, though, when the weight of time and separation finally takes its toll. Mama’s fur, always soft, opens the dam holding back a flood of memories. The scent of sweet osmanthus flowers that she always carried envelops him, easing his tense muscles to relax.

For a moment, he’s a little cub again, freshly born from his stone egg, found by Mama due to his boisterous cries as she put them. For a moment, he's that little cub being cradled by his mama while she sings to him. For a moment, everything is okay.

#lego monkie kid #lmk fanfiction #lmk x reader #x reader #my writing #tiaf teaser #fun fact: this is the first time they've seen each other in CENTURIES #wukong be avoiding some shit for a while #HE CAN'T AVOID HIS MAMA FOREVER #i had to share this bit with y'all #because i'm so #SO NORMAL #FOR THESE TWO OKAY #wukong and lihua's relationship is so fucking cute #she's a wonderful mama

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All is bliss

Chapter 23

Cw: unintentional bodyshaming, mentions of symptomatic pregnancy in men, prophecied infant death, bullying, implications of religion persecuting people

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @aemondx @ewanmitchellcrumbs @sweethoneyblossom1

Gif:@elena-gilbert

Being a hostage is surprisingly fun.

Apart from leaving the keep, he is quite free.

He has trained with her Queensguard, read until his eye hurt, eaten good food, had intelligent conversation with her courtiers and, best of all, had her in his bed every night.

Sure, he must be loyal to his brother and he cannot stand her brothers ---the feeling being mutual--- but he was quite content as her prisoner.

“If Teora pinches my cheek again and tells me I look like Daemon, I will tell her she looks like Vaemond.” Aemond complains to Helaena as he sits on his stool like a good boy as she presses his hair with her hot comb.

“Don’t say that, she will be sad and then Daenaera will cry and then I will cry too.” Helaena talked him out of it as of he had been serious.

“It was a joke, Hel. A bad one. It’s just annoying to wear Daemon’s old clothes. These haven’t been in fashion since we were born.” He clarifies and she nods.

“Yes, Teora said he wore that when he came to court Aunt Laena. Goodmother Alarra and Aunt Rhaenys say most men gain a few stones after marriage, Daemon was no different, I suppose.” She said as she continued doing his hair.

He snorts at her words knowing his sweet sister doesn’t understand that she just called Daemon fat.

She didn’t even understand why Aemma, and everybody had found his toast to be in bad taste.

“Daeron ate as much as me when I was with child both times, Daemon shared Rhaenyra’s morning sickness, I suspect you will too.” Helaena chatters away knowing she has a captive audience.

Marriage had made her very happy; her husband did not care she never lost the baby weight last year and went as far as going to Pentos for fresh fruits.

“How do you know that?” he asks as she put the comb down and brushed his hair with her mother of pearl brush.

“She has not complained about bleeding or cramping or bloating. The two of you do the deed as much as Daeron and me, from what’s she said to me in confidence.” His sister answered with a small sad sigh. “A shame he will be like his namesake.”

“What?” he asks, his voice catching in his throat as he is told their first child is going to die.

“Aemma and I talk, like confidants do. She cannot talk about these things with Baela or Rhaena or even her other ladies, save for the two of us most of them are still unmarried and yes, it is a little uncomfortable to talk about what you two do under the sheets because you’re my brother and I still remember when you used to pick your nose when mama wasn’t looking ---.” Helaena explains in her ramble the wrong part of her answer.

“Not that, Hel, what do you mean the babe will die?” he asks in a whisper.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just know that but no details. Like when I told you that you were going to lose an eye, but I didn’t know it was because you would get into a scrap with the twins and the boys.” she said with a shrug. “I need to study an insect to know more, but Dany doesn’t give me much free time these days.

Maybe he will live to father children or not, I just know his life will not be long. I will tell you when I know more of it.”

He had forgotten Helaena’s dragon dreams, they used to come so often when they were little that they feared mother would let the Faith burn her for witchcraft.

Aegon used to bully her for them too.

Anything that made him feel insecure or had father’s attention would do the trick.

It wasn’t Helaena’s fault that they could spend hours talking about dragons and bugs and fixing his model of Old Valyria because Hel knew how the freehold looked like in truth.

Anymore than it was Aemond’s fault that father believed he was destined for a great and untamable dragon.

And now he was king.

And if Aemma lost, her life depended on having his heir.

An heir that needed to live to succeed him.

“Aemma cannot know about this.”

The last time she wore this much black, her father had died.

Her father had been stabbed in the back repeatedly by his lover and Aemma’s former sworn shield and left to rot in a field near Spicetown.

They had gone down to the fair and he had left them under Daemon’s watchful eye while he took care of some business.

Ser Qarl was to leave for reasons Aemma hadn’t comprehended yet and instead of leaving with his dignity he, he drew his dagger and killed her father out of anger.

They had barely started wearing colors again after Aunt Laena, and then they had to return to wearing mourning black again.

Aemma has run out of black dresses and looks at the ones her mother once wore when she was her age.

She had given them all to her as Baela and Rhaena split Laena’s between them.

The hems had to be let out, some had to be torn apart and redone to accommodate Aemma’s height, but in the end all fit perfectly.

Mother hadn’t liked black all that much when she was a girl, preferred light colors like soft golds and reds and pinks.

Aemma picks out the black dress her mother wore at her mother’s funeral.

It was a simple thing, black honeycomb cotton with a black lacing on the sleeves, a silver coin girdle and metal dragons on the neckline.

It had been cool, the first cool of autumn when they burned her and the heir for a day.

Strange how both women died in autumn.

“Ser Otto has come to present the Dowager Queen’s terms, your grace.” The Lord Commander of her Queensguard, Steffon Darklyn, says as they begin court in the Dragonstone Throne Room.

“Bring him in, Lord Commander. Have bread and salt and water brought in for our guests.” She says knowing Daemon is itching to shorten the former Hand of the King by a head.

“As you wish.” He says before ordering his squire to run that errand for them.

Aemond should be here, and he is standing beside Helaena and Daeron amongst the courtiers.

“I come at the behest of Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.

I’ve been directed to deliver these terms to Princess Aemma Velaryon.” The former hand begins, no longer afforded the power and prestige of his former office and reduced to simply an advisor.

It is laughable how quickly his dreams were shattered by Aegon’s hand.

It must be killing him that a common man born of Dornish servants has his job now.

“Ah, but you see, Ser Otto, Princess Aemma Velaryon is no more. I am Queen Aemma Targaryen now, I have been so since the day my mother and sister died because of your and your daughter’s treachery.

Present your queen’s terms.” Aemma felt nervous, a thrill at being able to say what she wanted to say and know there were no longer any consequences for it.

Power gave you a voice and the tools to carry out the impossible.

No wonder the man before him became addicted to it.

“King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name… in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms:

Acknowledge your husband, Aegon, as king and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne.

In exchange, His Grace will confirm you as queen consort and declare any child of your body his heir.

Prince Jacaerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon.

Prince Lucerys will squire for the new Lord Hand; Prince Joffrey will be made page until he is old enough to foster and squire for the king and their present betrothals honored.

Your brothers born to the late Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honor at court: Aegon the Younger as the King’s squire, Viserys as his cupbearer.

Finally, the King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent.”

To those who do not know how this places her brothers and stepsisters as hostages at court, these seem perfectly reasonable.

To those who see through this shit they are to be rejected immediately.

“I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper cunt of a king.” Daemon leans on Dark Sister, ready to make a second Vaemond out of the king’s grandfather.

But they are not to break the guest right and even Daemon knows better than to do so.

“We refuse his terms, Ser. You may tell him so.” Aemma speaks calmly and coldly. “I am queen as dictated by King Viserys’ and my lady mother’s will, if it were not enough, my father, the late Ser Laenor was the firstborn son of Prince Aemon’s only heir. Why should I submit to a man with a claim weaker than mine when by right of birth and that of the king’s last will, the Iron Throne belongs to me?”

“Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne.” Ser Otto begins his response, his eyes never betraying the fact that he hates being talked down by a girl old enough to be his grandchild.

“He wears the Conqueror’s crown, wields the Conqueror’s sword, has the Conqueror’s name. He was anointed by the High Septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him.”

“A ruler needs a good head and a true heart. A cock is not essential.” Aemma quotes Queen Alysanne’s famous last words to King Jaehaerys. “My husband only has the third and it is optional, tell me do all those symbols give him a good head and a true heart when he does not possess them?”

“Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love she and your mother held for each other once. No blood need be spilled, so the realm can carry on in peace.

Queen Alicent eagerly awaits your answer, your highness.” Otto finished his piece and reminded her they would never see her reign as legitimate.

“Tell the king these are my terms:

The first that he recognizes me as Queen Regnant by honoring his late father’s will, the second that all those executed by him be given over to the Silent Sisters and returned to their families, and third, the heads or tongues of those who decided the King’s Will would not be honored as it is dictated by every law in the Seven Kingdoms.

Those who choose to live may join the Night’s Watch or the Faith. I hear silent orders are known for their virtue.”

None of these terms will be agreed to. Aegon would have folded without a second thought, but he is only a king in name.

And sure, Criston Cole was an iron fist, but he has not been taught to govern like a lord or a king and in her case, a queen.

War was inevitable, that had been decided the moment Ser Otto chose to whore out his five- and ten-year-old daughter to the king.

“You may leave this moment and arrive at the Red King before the King has his supper and leaves to visit his favorite brothel.”

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss fic #all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #aemond x rhaenyra and laenor's! daughter #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #fyeahhotdocs

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I know this is a bit late, but I’ve been meaning to share my Spotify top 100 songs from 2023. So uh… here it is lol

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Baba O’Riley - The Who

Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream

The Sound of Silence (Acoustic) - Simon & Garfunkel

Let’s Live For Today - The Grass Roots

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & The Papas

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Voodoo Child (Slight Return) - Jimi Hendrix

Eat The Rich - Aerosmith

Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Wig Wam Bam - Sweet

Kings and Queens - Aerosmith

You Shook Me - Led Zeppelin

Great King Rat - Queen

Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Last Child - Aerosmith

April Come She Will - Simon & Garfunkel

Tie Your Mother Down - Queen

Barracuda - Heart

Dream On - Aerosmith

Jungle Boogie - Kool & The Gang

You’re So Vain - Carly Simon

Touch Me - The Doors

Pink - Aerosmith

The Riddle - Gigi D’Agostino

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks

Dude (Looks Like A Lady) - Aerosmith

Around The World (La La La La) - A Touch Of Class

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - KISS

Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2 - Pink Floyd

Magic Touch - Aerosmith

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

My Generation - The Who

EAT ME - Demi Lovato, Royal & the Serpent

Cheese Cake - Aerosmith

Drowse - Queen

Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Walk This Way - Aerosmith

Cum on Feel the Noize - Slade

I Get Around - The Beach Boys

Layla - Derek & The Dominos

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel

The Hustle - Van McCoy

SKIN OF MY TEETH - Demi Lovato

Piece of My Heart - Janis Joplin

Super Freak - Rick James

Rasputin - Boney M.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith

You Know You Belong To Me - Queen

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Sedona Sunrise - Aerosmith

You Can’t Hurry Love - The Supremes

Hold the Line - TOTO

Time of the Season - The Zombies

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Bass Slut - S3RL

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Seven Seas Of Rhye - Queen

Taste of India - Aerosmith

House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones

Son And Daughter - Queen

29 - Demi Lovato

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Pretty Rave Girl - S3RL

Tarzan & Jane - Toy-Box

The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke - Queen

A Building Panic (Album Suite) - James Horner

Drop Dead Gorgeous - Aerosmith

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

I Can’t Live With You - Queen

Debil - DJ Blyatman

Big Ten Inch Record - Aerosmith

NDA - Billie Eilish

Now I’m Here - Queen

No More Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper

Janie’s Got A Gun - Aerosmith

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

The Logical Song - Scooter

Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Crazy - Aerosmith

HEAVEN - Demi Lovato

Alone - Heart

L’Amour Toujours - Gigi D’Agostino

Angel - Aerosmith

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

FREAK - Demi Lovato, YUNGBLUD

my strange addiction - Billie Eilish

Sight For Sore Eyes - Aerosmith

Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix

Brighton Rock - Queen

Bring It on Home - Led Zeppelin

#classic rock #70s #led zeppelin #queen #Aerosmith #top 100 #Spotify #spotify wrap 2023 #2023 #music #spotify top 100 #songs #playlist #spotify playlist

[stereax]

hello hello, I'm here to distract. top 5 favourite regular season moments (can be a game, a goal, a behind the scenes moment, whatever you want)

Hmmmmm

1) The entirety of the Dougie social media admin bit. "I scored!" yes you did king 👑😢 I am nothing if not a Douglas J Hamilton enthusiast at heart.

2) Timo's shootout goal. Haula hiding behind the bench and Dawson confirming it to him... so so sweet. Timo after like "ya someone asked if I could score in a shootout I said probably" was hysterical too.

3) Luke's first NHL goal. This Barbie has scored more wraparound goals than Ovechkin. Mama I love him. Fucking electric. Shoutout to Akira for salvaging that game for us, too.

4) Haula's redemption arc. From snakebitten as fuck to one of our top playoff performers. "Me and Pally will always be right behind you, Jack". Gonna go sob rn that is a FATHER and we LOVE HIM and FUCK THE CANES for being MEAN TO HIM.

5) Game 7 NYR/NJ. Baby goalie second shutout in a single playoff series? Game winning goal being a shorty from our fourth line center? Pelting Shesty's behind until the final seconds? Zero respect given to the Rags. NONE. Gotta love it. And Akira being stone cold in the handshake line afterwards is just the icing on top. But also his interviews where he was like "yeah I was super nervous actually hahaha!" are so so precious. Baby goalie... baby...

#stereanswers #sterechats :)

[yukidragon]

Is there any picture of Alice’s family? It would be cool to see them or doodle an idea what they look like :0

Sadly, I haven't been able to draw for a while now due to health reasons, and it might be a while longer before I can again. (Don't worry, it's nothing serious.) A friend of mine offered to draw the oldest three King girls for me though, which is super sweet of her.

I have made picrews of some of the family members to serve as a general idea to work from when I do eventually draw them. It's what I did before drawing Alice's concept sheet too. I find picrews to a good place to consider character appearance in broad strokes.

I'll share some of those picrews with you all if you're curious about my current general ideas. Remember, their designs (and some of their names) aren't completely set in stone yet, as I still need to draw them when I can. This just helps me better get a picture in my mind of what they look like.

As a heads up, each individual picrew can be pretty limited in its options. Sometimes skin tone, eye color, hair type, etc. just won't match with the look I'm going for. These are just the picrews that come closest to what I have in mind right now.

First up is Mama King, who I'm considering naming Lycoris or Lily.

Picrew

Soft, sweet, cuddly, short of stature but big of heart, Mama King absolutely loves her family more than anything else in the world. There's nothing she won't do to protect them and what they love.

Mama King is not only a great mother, but she's also fantastic at growing plants and has won many awards over the years. This is what led to a pretty good business online selling flowers that have been made into charming jewelry and other forms of art by her creative and loving spouse.

The family home has a decent sized plot of land to allow Mama to grow as many plants as she likes. Her gardens are truly a sight to behold, and her one of a kind flowers are to die for.

As you might have guessed, Alice has gotten a few features from her mom, such as her height, curly hair, and her wonderfully soft and cuddly hugs. The coloration, however, was something she inherited from her Papa.

Picrew

I'm still trying to decide on Papa King's name, but I've got a pretty solid idea of what he looks like. Tall, slender, and pale, this proud papa stands out in a crowd, though sometimes under some shade with sunscreen and shades on if it's someplace out in the sunlight. Sadly, being albino means you're more prone to sunburns, and his eyes are more sensitive than most. The picrew can't really give what I have in mind justice, but their eyes are a mixture of pale blue and red due to the lack of pigment.

Papa King is a sensitive soul who loves creating stylish trinkets and jewelry. He struggles with conflict, so their wife is his knight in shining armor much of the time, and that's one of the reasons why they fell in love with her. He also loves their wonderful children, as well as all the cats and dogs the family own. Though quite the homebody, his life is very full with such a busy house and their creative projects, as well as running the business he owns with their wife.

The oldest child of the King family probably doesn't really need an introduction. I mean, I drew Alice and mentioned her on this tumblr plenty of times before. Still, it feels sad to leave her out, so here's a picrew of her and Jack holding hands and dressed for a date.

Picrew

Why yes I'm shameless about my OTP. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy the sweet vanilla and spice.

Eventually I'll make a post with the picrews that I used to help me make Alice's concept sheet, but that's for another time. Now onto the next child in this big, happy family.

Picrew

The second oldest was named Barbara Anne, but you'd be forgiven for not knowing that, as everyone calls her Barbie, with her siblings sometimes just calling her Bar. (Alice was the one who first started using that particular nickname when they were very little and it just stuck around.)

Barbie is practically the opposite of her sweet and doting parents. She's a prickly, snarky, and sarcastic misanthrope who prefers animals and 2D characters to humans. Her personality and large stature are usually enough to ward people off. She's taken after her dad with her height and her mom with having a larger frame. Though she's a nerdy otaku, if she hits you, it's going to hurt.

Barbie isn't shy to let people know to back off and leave her alone, quick to deliver barbs and tease others mercilessly if they don't buzz off. Still, like any true tsundere, get past her prickly exterior and there's a softer side that's full of genuine love and affection waiting underneath. The only people she cares about currently are her family and the few friends she made online... and eventually a suitor who is going to need to be a good boy and heel at her command if he wants a chance of making puppies with her.

The most striking thing about Barbie is her eyes. She has central heterochromia, which means both of her eyes are a mixture of brown and blue, not unlike how Papa King's are a mixture of red and blue. She practically lives in t-shirts and sweatpants, which often are themed around anime and games she likes, or offensive snark. Her hair is always a mess, and she keeps it cropped short most of the time so that she doesn't have to bother with it.

Barbie is good with computers and isn't above a little hacking or trolling. Though she's moved out of the King house, she's doing just fine in her own apartment, making money by scamming crypto scammers and the like, among other more legitimate and actually legal jobs.

Don't tell anyone about her secret double life as a streamer with a cutesy anime waifu virtual avatar. She'll make your life hell if you do.

Picrew

Next up is Coraline. I already made a post talking about her and showing off a few of her picrews, so I'll just lightly touch on what I have in mind for her design. She's average height (making her a little taller than big sis Alice), with brown eyes, looks very sickly, and while most of her very curly hair is brown, it lacks some pigment in places. She still lives at home due to her health, and every morning Mama braids her hair up nice and neat, only for it to eventually come increasingly undone and messy by the end of the day. She favors comfortable clothes like sweaters and sweatpants.

The most signature piece of Coraline's look is her pendant. I've actually mentioned the pendant before in a previous post... or at least Alice's version of the pendant and the fact that each King child got one when they were born.

Mama King proposed to Papa with a bouquet of blue roses that she grew specially for them . Blue roses are said to be an impossible flower naturally, very rare, and growing them was her way of showing that she loved him enough to do the impossible for them. Papa preserved each one of the flowers in resin and whenever they're expecting a child, he crafts one into a custom necklace for the child, which is engraved with the baby's name and the date of their birth after they're born.

As an aside, if one of the kids ever wanted to change their name for whatever reason, Papa would be more than happy to alter the inscription to their new name.

The rest of the kids are vague as of the moment, but I know there are at least 4 more of them. They'll be fleshed out eventually over time, along with the pets and any other details about this happy family.

I hope you liked what I've got to share with you so far about the King family, and thanks for showing interest in them. I'm always happy to know that people enjoy my OCs. 💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Dachabo #The Groom of Gallagher Mansion #TheGroomOfGallagherMansion #Picrew Art #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

[speakergame]

Speaker, Seer, Silence

(Spotify Playlist)

Track List:

01. California King - Larkin Poe I've got a funny feelin' / Something that I missed or misread / My feet are on the ceiling / Running, but I can't get ahead / I've got a funny feelin' / Honey, is it all in my head?

02. Honey Honey - Larkin Poe Guess you could say we're complicated / But whatcha gonna do / It's not like we could give it up / It's not like we would try

03. On The Road Again - Willie Nelson On the road again / Goin' places that I've never been / Seein' things that I may never see again / And I can't wait to get on the road again

04. The Adventure - Angels & Airwaves I want to have the same last dream again / The one where I wake up and I'm alive / Just as the four walls closed me within / My eyes are opened up with pure sunlight

05. To Be Human - Sia & Labrinth Just 'cause I predicted this / Doesn't make it any easier to live with / And what's the point of knowin' it / If you can't change it? / You can't change, can't change it

06. These Dreams - Heart And the full moon that hangs over / These dreams in the mist

07. Side by Side - Sleeping At Last The mouth is a mirror / We must watch what we say / There is no language for what we've seen / Only the sweetness that bends us to our knees / And all of these fumbling words / To explain what it means

08. After the Storm - Mumford & Sons And now I cling to what I knew / I saw exactly what was true / But oh no more / That's why I hold / That's why I hold with all I have

09. Silence - Delerium ft. Sarah McLachlan In this white wave / I am sinking / In this silence / In this white wave / In this silence / I believe

10. World on Fire - Sarah McLachlan I watch the heavens but I find no calling / Something I can do to change what's comin' / Stay close to me while the sky is falling / I don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone

11. Wild Horses - The Sundays No sweeping exits or offstage lines / Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind / Wild horses couldn't drag me away

12. Carry You - Ruelle & Fleurie You are not alone / I've been here the whole time singing you a song / I will carry you

13. No Plan - Hozier Sit in and watch the sunlight fade / Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late / There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein / As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

14. I'm Only Me When I'm With You - Taylor Swift And I don't try to hide my tears / My secrets or my deepest fears / Through it all nobody gets me like you do / And you know everything about me / You say that you can't live without me

15. Satellite Call - Sara Bareilles This is so you'll know the sound / Someone who loves you from the ground / Tonight you're not alone at all / This is me sending out my satellite call

16. A Fire On A Hill - Hands Like Houses Learning how to make a name from the words we can't keep in / Learning how to strike a flame, and draw fire from nothing

17. Thousand Eyes - Of Monsters and Men I'll be the calm / I will be quiet / Stripped to the bone, I wait / No, I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter / A tower that casts a shade / I lie awake and watch it all / It feels like thousand eyes

18. Alligator - Of Monsters and Men I am open and I am restless / Let me feel it out / Let it all come out / Wake me up, I'm fever dreaming

19. Blood Harmony - Larkin Poe God gave mama a singin' voice / Mama passed it down to me / Always with me, near my heart / Beat in rhythm with her melody / More than flesh, more than bone / When you sing I don't sing alone

20. Man in the Mirror (cover) - Boyce Avenue I'm starting with the man in the mirror / I'm asking him to change his ways / And no message could've been any clearer / If they wanna make the world a better place / Take a look at yourself and then make a change

19. Gimme a Minute - PVRIS Just gimme a minute, gimme a minute / Thought I got through it, maybe I didn't / Thought it was over, maybe it isn't / Just gimme a minute, gimme a minute

#speaker game #playlists #the speaker #the seer #this is the only playlist that I add to as the story goes jsyk #the others are complete as they are #but I add songs to this one as Plot Things happen :3

[middleearthpixie]

After the Fire

Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 

A nightmare brings Jasna to Thorin’s side in the middle of the night and they get to know one another a little better…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Óin

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,831

Khuzdul Translation:

Kasamhili nê - Please don’t  

Afsêl mê - Fuck you

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

While she was far too busy to think much during the day, Jasna found the opposite to be true at night. Although Erebor still housed the Iron Hill dwarves as well as its own people, the city became quiet and still by the time the clock struck midnight and the silence that crept through the stone fortress grew thick and eerie. 

Óin and his wife shared apartments just down the corridor a short ways from the infirmary, but Jasna had yet to be given such quarters. Instead, she slept in the small room at the rear of the the infirmary instead.

“I’m afraid we’ve no spare apartments at this end just yet,” Óin looked a bit embarrassed that first night as he showed her to the small room tucked away in the rear corner of the infirmary, behind where the Durins rested, “but I promise ye, as soon as we do, I’ll move ye into it. If yer still here, that is.”

“This is f-fine,” she promised him as she peered into the room. “I d-d-don’t need much sp-sp-space. A bed. A desk to study at. Th-th-th—It’s fine.” 

His eyes narrowed, but it wasn't with the annoyance she often saw in others. His hand came to rest on her shoulder. “We can work on yer speech when things slow down some. That is, if ye wish to.”

“I’ve tr-tried. B-b-but nothing r-r-really w-w-w-helps!” She frowned, annoyed with herself for not being able to control her stupid tongue better. “I am sorry. Mama s-s-said we c-c-can’t afford to tr-tr-treat it, but I think it’s b-b-b-because I am beyond h-h-h-help and she d-d-does’t want to t-t-t-tell me that.”

“No need for that, lassie. Ye said it’s worse when yer nervous and hopefully, ye won’t be nervous much longer. Either way, we will work on it as time allows. But for now, ye should get a good night’s sleep.”

She pressed her lips together, trying to gather her thoughts to thank him properly. Him. Bard. Mama. They didn't seem to think her stupid, or grow annoyed when it took her so long to utter a simple word or sentence. Perhaps Óin was right and she wouldn’t be nervous much longer. It would only help.

With that, he left to round one last time and then go off to his own apartments, and she moved into the room that was, at least for the time being, hers. 

It wasn’t much, a cozy square with a window overlooking that out-of-control courtyard, but since most of Erebor was windowless, she was actually quite thankful for her small chambers. Without that window, she would have gone mad being unable to see the outside world. The infirmary, the kitchens, and the Great Hall were all on the ground level, while the bulk of the kingdom was below ground. 

She lay on her narrow cot, the silence pressing in on her. Over the last few months, between school, then Smaug, and then the battle, she was so tired, she fell right to sleep most nights, but not tonight. Her mind refused to go quiet and let her rest. 

She’d rolled over and punched her pillow for probably the tenth time when the low moans began. It wasn’t unusual. After all, these were wounded men in various stages of recovery and sometimes the recovery left them in worse pain than the initial wound.

But this was different. It didn't roll up, then fade. No, instead, the moans grew louder, linens rustling as if someone thrashed about in them. 

“Kasamhili nê! Ahhh.. Afsêl mê…”

She slid from her bed and reached for her heavy wrapper. It was winter and the fortress’ heating system was not yet fully operational, so everything was beyond cold so late at night. The exception was the infirmary, for while the heat could only barely be called such, it was slightly warmer in there than anywhere else on that floor. 

“Please… No…” 

The moans came from the far corner, and at first, she thought Fíli was the one having the nightmare, but as she drew near, she realized it was Thorin once more and not his nephew. He twisted the linens in both fists, his moans low and guttural as he moved, arching and twisting as he howled with pain. Not, not pain. Fear.

“Shh…” She reached for one fist, covering it with her much smaller hand to still it. “Your Majesty, shhh… you’re dreaming…”

His eyes snapped open and thank Mahal she had good reflexes, for he swung his free fist as he bolted upright. Then, with another howl of pain, he fell back into the pillows, his face and chest gleaming with sweat, his breath short and choppy.

“Easy,” she whispered, retrieving a bowl of water and a rag to bring back to him. She dipped the rag into the bowl, wrung it out, then gently swiped at his forehead. “Shhh… it was but a dream. No more and no less.”

“Mahal, it was so real,” he whispered brokenly.

“I know.” She offered him a gentle smile, stroking his hair with her free hand. She let it come down over his forehead. Cool. What fever he ran had broken and that was probably what caused his nightmare., his body fighting off the fever. “You’re fever-free now, Your Majesty. And th-that’s a won-won-won—” She frowned, slowing her breathing as she finished—“a good thing.”

He offered up a queer look, his brow furrowed. “Have I been with fever long?”

“You’ve not, no. Only a few hours at m-m-most and it was n-n-not un-un-un-unexpected.” She dipped the cloth into the bowl and wrung it out once more, then swept it gently down his right cheek. Water beaded against his skin, against the dark beard shot through with silver. “But, it d-d-did get quite h-h-h-high, s-so it was unde-unde—”

“Understandable?” he finished softly.

“Yes.” A feeling of idiocy washed over her. Unable to utter simple sentence. He must think her a total dolt. She pressed her lips together as tears of frustration stung the backs of her eyes. 

But he said nothing, just let his eyes close and a soft sigh rose to his lips as he settled back against the pillows. She wrung out the cloth again, this time bringing it to his neck and down over his chest, pausing when she came to the perimeter of the linen bandages wound across his wide chest. Rust-colored splotches stained it in places, but they were the smallest of stains to appear since he arrived off the battlefield. Thankfully, he’d not pulled out any of his sutures when he bolted up that way. No fresh blood soaked into the linen now. A relief.  

The silence that settled about her wasn’t as eerie as the earlier one. Thorin exuded a sense of calm, even asleep. Although she’d heard tell of the King Under the Mountain, she’d never seen him until now, not even when he and his company were in Esgaroth promising them everything if only they would help him. She’d been in training then, sequestered in the ramshackle, lopsided building at the farthest end of Esgaroth, diligently studying for an exam, when he and his men were arrested for breaking into the armory. By the time she’d managed to get away and try to see them for herself, the dwarves had already gone, joined in the celebration at the Master’s fine home. The doors had been closed, leaving her and her roommate Anissa, standing in the snow wishing they were on the party side of the door.

But now, the Master was gone, killed when the dragon Smaug fell on him on the Long Lake after Bard’s arrow found its mark. His lackey, Alfrid, was also gone, killed by an orc of some sort in Dale. Bard had become the unofficial leader of the Esgaroth people who’d survived Smaug’s attack and moved into the abandoned city of Dale, high on the precipice overlooking Erebor. Unofficial, but he transitioned into the role seamlessly and was a far better leader than the Master on any given day.

Jasna sighed softly, setting the cloth back in the bowl and left it there, then set the bowl on the bedside table. Thorin’s jaw relaxed, a low rumbling rolled forth a few minutes later. The King Under the Mountain snored. Softly, but he snored just he same.

She sat back in her chair. All she’d known about the heir to the throne of Erebor prior to now was that he was one of the tallest of the dwarves, with long black hair, an equally black, full beard, and piercing blue eyes. She hadn’t seen much of those eyes, and in the low light of the various torches mounted along the stone walls, discerning their color was impossible. 

He came into the infirmary not only with the serious chest and belly wounds that required twenty and forty stitches respectively, but with that slash across his forehead, the one that began at his right temple and angled down to almost the inside of his right eyebrow. It had taken roughly seventeen sutures to close it and now a square of linen lay over the healing sutures. His face also bore several bruises as did his upper body and arms. She didn't know what happened out on the battlefield, or even up at Ravenhill, where he’d eventually fallen, but he certainly didn't seem to have gone down without a fight. 

“Who are you?”

She jumped at his rumbling whisper. “Oh, I be-beg your pa-pa-pa—”

“Pardon?”

“Yes.” She nodded, heat sweeping up into her face. “I thought you were as-as-asleep.”

“My mind will not shut off.”

“You’ve been thr-through much, Your Majesty.”

“Please,” he slowly shook his head, his voice a bit stronger now, “Thorin is fine.”

She pressed her lips together, tried to remember everything Mama had said about controlling her stammer. Give them no reason to poke fun at you. You can do this, love. Take your time and focus on each word. “Thorin. I am Jasna.”

His eyes closed once more, but he bobbed his head. “Jasna. Thank you.”

“I’ve not done much, I’m af-afra-af—”

“You’ve done plenty, I assure you.” He hesitantly turned his head toward her, as if afraid it would hurt to do so. “Are you nervous?”

She swallowed hard, but nodded. “A b-b-b-bit.”

“You needn’t be.” He winced as he licked his lips. 

“I’m st-still in training.”

“And they’ve assigned you to me?” A tired smile lifted his lips. “Am I dying?”

Her spine stiffened at that. “I b-b-beg your pa-pa—” She grimaced and managed to force her lips and tongue to work as she spat, “what?”

“I am but teasing.”

“By mo-mo-mocking me?”

Now he turned his head to meet her gaze. “I did no such thing.”

She arched a brow. “Oh, really?” 

He turned to stare back at the ceiling. “You didn’t answer me.”

“You judge me by my sta-sta-stam—”

“Stammer?”

She didn't care that he was the king, nor did she care that he was injured and under her care. “Do you?”

“Of course not. You’ve no need to be nervous before me, you know.” 

“I ca-ca-cannot control it.”

“Do I seem so imposing, lying here, unable to do a blasted thing for myself?”

He said it softly, but there was no mistaking the bitterness along the bottom of his words. She just stared at him for a moment, then drew in a deep breath to say, “You were wounded, remember. And terribly so. Th-that you are here is a te-te-testament to your st-strength.”

“My strength. That’s amusing.” He shook his head slowly, then turned to meet her gaze once more. “You needn’t be nervous around me. I am grateful you’re here, Miss Stoneham. And I would never mock your speech. If I should, please punch me.”

She arched a brow at him. “I beg your pardon?”

He nodded. “Do so. Only, wait until I feel a bit more like myself, if you’d not mind.”

“Are you… are you joking with me?”

“I’m trying to put you at ease. If it can be frustrating for one to wait for your words, I can only imagine it is even more so for you trying to force them out under such pressure.”

That was the last thing she expected him to say to her, and she didn't know how to respond. She’d heard the dwarves were greedy and slovenly, that they could be cruel and not shy about telling Men what they thought of them. No one ever told her they could be kind. And for their king to be this kind took her by surprise. 

“I—I don’t know wh-what to say.”

“You needn’t say a word.”

“Thank you.”

He managed a tired smile. “You’re welcome.” He paused, then added, “You look tired. And I hopefully will have no more nightmares, so please, go and rest.”

“I should stay—”

“There is no need,” he cut her off gently, letting his eyes close. “Good evening, Miss Stoneham.”

“Jasna,” she replied without thinking.

His eyes opened once more, that smile coming back to his lips. “Good evening, Jasna.”

With that, he settled into his pillow and a moment later, his breathing evened off and slowed down. She waited to make certain he was truly asleep, then  pushed up from her chair and left the bowl and rag on his bedside table to stride back to her chambers.

As she settled back on her cot, she stared up into the darkness. Mama. Bard. Balin. Óin. Narnerra. Thorin. They were the only people who didn’t feel the need to mock her speech or roll their eyes—or worse, their hands—whenever she opened her mouth to say anything. Children teased her until she’d cry, mimicking her whenever she fell over her own tongue. These dwarves showed her a kindness her own kin couldn't trouble themselves to show. 

Her eyes stung as every horrid memory bubbled to the forefront of her mind. She lay there, staring up at the black stone ceiling, her mind whirling so hard and so fast that sleeping was impossible. She hated that stammer more than anything else and wished she could find some way to rid herself of it for once and for all. But no matter how hard she tried, or how hard she worked, stress and nervousness brought it screaming to life. 

Perhaps Óin could help her lose that fool stammer for once and for all, because as long as they were willing to have her, she was more than happy to stay amongst them. 

Jasna had no idea when she fell asleep, but it seemed she no sooner closed her eyes that Óin was knocking on her door. “Miss Jasna? Time to rise.”

She blinked the sleep from her eyes with one hand, biting back a groan as she tried to shake off the last of her slumber. It clung to her like cobwebs, visible but difficult to grab hold of and sweep away. 

“Miss Jasna?”

“C-coming!” She yawned, rubbing her eyes still as she rose from her warm bed and stumbled to her dresser. A splash of water on her face, a comb quickly run through her hair before she swept it back into the messy knot she always wore, dragged on her simple gray cotton work dress, shoved her feet into her soft-skinned boots, and hurried out into infirmary.

“Is everything all right, lassie?” Óin asked as she joined him at his desk in the corner. “It’s not like you to oversleep.”

“I did not sleep well last eve. His Highness woke with nightmares after midnight. His fever had broken. By the time I was able to calm him and get back to bed, I was too awake to sleep easily.”

“Thorin’s fever broke?” Óin waited for her to nod, then did so himself. “Good. As long as it stays that way, we can begin seeing about getting him back on his feet.”

“Am I to-to work wi-with him again?”

Her stomach knotted as he nodded again. “Aye. I think that would be best. A woman’s touch is what that crusty dwarf needs.”

“Bu-but, I still don’t re-really kn-kn-kn—” She paused, swallowed hard, and tried again. “My skills are lacking.”

“Yer skills are coming along nicely, Jasna. And if ye run into trouble, just come find me.”

“But—”

“Go and check on Thorin first. Then Fíli. Then Kíli. Then I want ye to check the others, pull drains that need it and if ye run into trouble, as I said, come find me or Narnerra. We won’t be far from ye.”

She swallowed hard but nodded. “Yes, Óin.”

“And don’t look so scared. Yer doin’ fine.”

She bobbed her head, then moved to fill a bowl with clean water, and grabbed a linen cloth. “Thank you.”

His smile did much to calm her, to sooth her jangled nerves, and when she approached the king’s bedside, it was to see him awake and staring up at the ceiling. She drew in a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, “Good morning, Your Majesty,” as slowly as she felt she could get away with. “How do you fare?”

“I’m tired,” he said, his voice low. Linens rustled as he turned his head toward her. “And I owe you an apology, Miss Jasna, for keeping you up last eve.”

“You owe me no such thing, Your Majesty,” she replied, moving closer to lift the linen over his forehead to examine it. “It is my j-j-job and even if it w-w-w-wasn’t, I didn't m-m-mind it at all.” 

“Still, you have an infirmary filled with men needing your attention and do not need me monopolizing it.” His voice sounded only slightly stronger than the previous day, and he still looked utterly exhausted, which was to be expected. The wound on his forehead appeared to be healing nicely, the stitches shrinking as they dried. Another day or two, and they could probably come out. 

His apology came as a total surprise and she carefully set the linen back against him as she said, “If y-y-you n-n-need me, c-c-call me. That’s why I’m here, r-r-remmeber. Especially when you’re in p-p-pain.”

A rueful smile curved his lips. “Pain does not even come close to capturing how this feels at times,” he said, gesturing to his midsection with one hand. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” 

“It will improve a bit each d-d-day. P-patience, remember.”

“Patience. It’s not exactly one of my strengths.” His blue eyes slid in her direction. “You sound more sure of yourself this morning.”

“Óin is pleased w-with my work. He and Narnerra h-h-have offered to l-let me con-continue training here.”

“He is not easy to please. You must be doing very well, then.”

“I ha-hav-haven’t k-k-ki—”

“Killed?” he offered quietly.

“Killed anyone,” she smiled, moving to the bandage across his chest, “which is al-always a good thing. M-m-may I?” She gestured to the bandage.

He nodded. “Will it stop you if I say no?”

She shook her head. “It w-won’t, no. But I like to ask j-j-just the same.”

“Look to your heart’s content, then.” He grimaced as she moved the bandage and it stuck to his skin. 

“I apologize. It seems it b-b-b-bled a bit during the n-night.” 

She turned to the bowl of water and the cloth and soaked the cloth in the water. As she wrung it out, a sheepish look came to Thorin’s face. “It itched and I scratched. I apologize.”

“Don’t. It’s better than if it b-b-b-bled on its own.” She lay the cloth over the bandage and gently applied enough pressure for the linen to absorb the water. “Does it hurt?”

“No, actually. For the first time in—” his forehead creased and he paused, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before he met her gaze again—“how many days have I been here?”

“Eight.”

“In eight days.” He sighed softly, his gaze going back to the ceiling. “How do Fíli and Kíli fare?”

“I’ve not looked in on them as yet,” she replied slowly. “But, K-K-Kíli’s wound was cl-clean and was healing well.”

“And Fíli?”

She hesitated. Óin had been adamant that Fíli’s prognosis be kept under wraps for as long as possible, since they simply didn't know much yet. “You should ta-talk to Óin.”

“You’re here.” Thorin looked over at her. “How is he?”

“I really f-f-feel y-y-you should—”

His eyes narrowed. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Your Majesty, pl-please—”

He tried to sit up, knocking the wet cloth from his chest to land in his lap with a soft slop, and with a wince, shoved off the covers. “Where is he? I want to see him. Now.” 

“Your Majesty, if y-y-y—-please!”

“Step aside and let me by,” he growled. 

“No, you r-r-r-re-re—damn it, stop!”

Several other patients stirred then, popping up to see what the fuss was about. Jasna bit the inside of her cheek as Óin hurried over, scowling as he said, “Jasna, what is going on over here? You’re disturbing everyone!”

“I b-b-b-b-beg your pardon, but—”

Thorin hissed with pain, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. Like the others, he’d been cut from his clothes when he’d been brought into the infirmary and instead now wore loose, short white underclothes that covered him only from hip to partway down his thigh. He seemed to take no notice of his state of undress as he tried to stand.

However, his face drained of blood, going as white as his small clothes. Óin caught him before he could actually get to his feet, and he glared at her as he snapped, “Go and wait in yer chambers while I tend to this!”

Heat scorched a path through her—mostly embarrassment, but not entirely, and the not entirely part had everything to do with seeing the King Under the Mountain almost naked. Dwarves were not shy about their bodies, but Men could be and she certainly was, so she was almost grateful for the reason to whip about and practically sprint back to her small room. 

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The Minotaur's Heir (Wreck-It Ralph x Merida)

In the wooden four poster king sized bed of a glorious stone castle, a handsome brown minotaur laid on his back as he gazed lustfully and lovingly at his beautiful wife; a woman with pale-fair skin, blue eyes, and curly wild red hair. The minotaur, known as Ralph, watched with a lustful gaze as his wife, Merida, bounced up and down on his thick, long, magnificent cock. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his huge and glorious balls slap against her arse as his cock filled her deeply, causing a bulge in her lower stomach; her loving the feeling as her tongue stuck out in lust, letting her husband know that his cock filling her deeply made her lust for him. Merida then lowered herself, her hands on Ralph's muscular chest and her breasts jiggling towards his mouth almost tempting him to suckle them as he imagined her tits swollen and heavy with milk.

"Oohhhh, my sweet husband," Merida moaned. "Fill me. Fill me with your glorious sperm. Give me a child! Make me your breeder." She felt herself about to come, about to soak his glorious cock. Ralph then placed his hands on her arse, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick. "Oh, my beautiful wife. My one and only. Soak my cock. Claim me as yours!" Ralph moaned, feeling her walls clench. Merida then felt her lady honey soak her husband's wonderful cock all the way down to his balls. 

Even as Merida was lifted from her husband's cock, she saw that it was still hard and erect; Meaning that he'd hadn't released yet. Ralph then gently turned her over so her head now laid on the pillows and he was above her. He bent low to kiss her deeply, their tongues teasing each other. The tip of his cock rubbing against her breasts and leaking precum while his large balls rubbed her wet womanhood. Merida moaned at the feeling of the tip rubbing against her tits and marking her. Ralph stopped kissing her, her lips a bit swollen.

He then gazed at the sight of the tip of his glorious cock rubbing between his wife's gorgeous tits, the tip near her mouth. As if he was tempting her to suck the tip, Merida then teasingly licked it; licking the salty precum. 'Such a beautiful little breeder. Teasing me,' he thought. Almost prompting Ralph to want his wife to take his cock into her mouth and throat and suck him deeply, but he had other plans.

He then slowly dragged his cock towards her heavenly center, it dripping with honey and ready and slicked up. Ralph then gently slipped the tip into her sweet little hole, the nectar providing fantastic lube. Merida felt an incredible pleasure surge through her body as she then moaned to the heavens, feeling her hips thrust forward and prompting her beastly lover to go deeper. Hearing her plees, Ralph granted his wife's desire, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into her slick core.

"Oohhhh, breed me. Breed me like the beautiful cow I am, my love." Merida moaned, "Make other men know that I belong to you." Her words made Ralph thrust harder and groan at the thought of being protective of his mate. But her liking him being protective of her turned him on even more. "I bet you'd love to try and make me jealous, my mama cow. Love for me to let other men know you're mine," Ralph moaned, thrusting harder as Merida moaned louder and her tongue stuck out in pleasure. "Love for me to show you that only you can take my cock fully." His thrusts now reaching the deepest parts of his wife, including her g-spot and lower stomach, causing a pleasurable bulge to form that she loved so much. Loving to be filled heavy.

"I'll fill you deep with seed, my sweet. Make sure you're good and filled. I'll give you as many beautiful calves as you want. Make you the most beautiful mama cow in the world," Ralph moaned, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy, which indicated that he was about to come at any time. Merida felt her walls once again clench tightly around his magnificent shaft. She felt his huge balls slap against her inner thighs sloppily and loved being filled so full with his large and thick cock; It made her feel sore, but in an amazing and sexy way. "Such a beautiful sight: My sweet little mate milking my cock," Ralph moaned again, feeling his wife's sweet nectar once again coat his cock. Merida moaned just at how deeply full she felt, knowing that her beastly husband would be filling her with a huge load or two, even possibly giving her a beautiful little calf.

"Fill me deep, my hot stud of a husband." Merida moaned, "Mark me as your breeding cow." She then let out what sounded like a moo. Ralph gave one final thrust, his large balls now flush against her womanhood. He then let out a grunt and a moo of pleasure as his seed then poured deep inside his little cow's womb, filling her with pleasure and causing her stomach to bulge; marking that only she could fully take her beastly stud's cock whole. Ralph then bent low again, kissing his wife deeply as she kissed him back, his cock continuing to fill her deeply as their tongues engaged in a dance. Merida wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him locked in.

This would be quite the next few days.

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[lolbeech]

Emily Windsnap characters’ favorite Broadway songs

Emily - Where Do You Belong? (Mean Girls) - Emily struggled finding where she fit in (multiple times) because of being both mermaid and human, and she had friends (I.e. Aaron and Shona) like Damian and Janis

Shona - Popular (Wicked) / Omigod You Guys (Legally Blonde) / She’s In Love (The Little Mermaid) - Shona is popular in school and has a personality very similar to Glinda. Same with Elle Woods. She’s In Love has a girly mermaidy sound to it and represents Shona’s love of romance

Aaron - Home (Beetlejuice) - Aaron has similar pain to Lydia because he also lost a parent. This song also represents how he finds a new home at Forgotten Island

Mandy - What Is This Feeling? (Wicked) - Emily and Mandy had a lot of conflict over the series but end up besties like Elphaba and Glinda

Mary Penelope - I Remember…/Stranger Than You Dreamt It (Phantom) - Represents Mary losing her memory and then regaining it, and the song also talks about a boat and a man lol

Jake - Epic III (Hadestown) - Jake and his family remind Neptune of love and cause him to change, just like Orpheus did with Hades. Also Jake loves poetry 📖

Millie - No Reason (Beetlejuice) - Millie is exactly like Delia and I could easily see her singing this to Emily

Mr. Beeston - A Cautionary Tale (Mean Girls) - Describes a tale of destruction and betrayal, just like what Beeston did to the Windsnap family

Neptune - Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again / The World Above (Reprise) (The Little Mermaid) - WYWSHA represents Neptune’s love for Aurora and how much pain he was in when she died/and even later on in current day. The World Above is kinda self explanatory lol

Aurora - The One You’ve Been Waiting For (Six) / Heart of Stone (Six) - Aurora is the more famous and mysterious wife of Neptune just like Anne Boleyn is to Henry VIII (Shona learned about her in school and Aurora’s story has many secrets that are uncovered throughout the series). Just like in Six, Neptune is said to have multiple wives, but I honestly don’t believe that to be canon or he married mermaids just for temporary companionship. But just like Jane Seymour (Heart of Stone) Aurora is said to have been Neptune’s favorite and also died early in their marriage.

Njord - I Want The Good Times Back (The Little Mermaid) - Njord wants to overthrow Neptune just like Ursula wanted to overthrow Triton. He also had a past as royalty, as he was Neptune’s brother and shared the throne with him for a time

Archie - Sweet Child (The Little Mermaid) - Archie manipulated Emily and Aaron into helping him and Njord carry out their plans, just like Flotsam and Jetsam manipulated Ariel into helping Ursula

Seth - Something Bad (Wicked) - This song represents how Seth tells Emily and Shona about Njord and his history with Neptune

Jeras - Wonderful (Wicked) - Jeras wanted power and was offered it by Terra, like Elphaba was by the Wizard. The deal in both instances didn’t pan out

Fortuna - Close the Door (Anastasia) - This song represent’s Fortuna’s pain from losing Aurora, similar to the dowager and Anastasia

Terra - When You��re Good To Mama (Chicago) - This song represents Terra’s personality and how she helped Jeras when she saw power for herself, but she cursed him when he made a mistake

Jakob - Easy Street (Annie) - Jakob schemes like Rooster and Ms. Hannigan to get money/treasure

Michele - Get Down (Six) - Michele likes nice things (like things mentioned in the song) and has a certain level of power being the pirate king’s wife

Sam - For Good (Wicked) - Sam and Emily changed each other for the better over their adventure and allowed each other to gain confidence and courage

Noah - You’ll Be Back (Hamilton) - Noah believes that his crew will return to him after they side with Sam and he has the same possessiveness and cruelty as King George III

#emily windsnap

[lockpicnic]

It's seven years after the Holy War.

Seven years since she was saved from Veld's stone prison, since she watched the Little Lord she raised go on to become a liberator of Thracia, then Grannvale, then Agustria—from boy to man, he was now a Jugdrali hero known far and wide, whose fame and exploits rivaled even that of the Scion of Light. Eclipsed it, in the minds of some.

Mareeta was traveling the world as a swordmaster, having grown even closer to her birth father over the years. Leif had grown into his role as king, wed to Little Nan, and leading Thracia into an age of prosperity and peace. And Seliph the scion, Sigurd's boy... had brought long-awaited clemency to Chalphy's good name, and was reversing the scars and injustices Arvis and his ilk had brought upon Grannvale.

Now Eyvel-turned-Brigid returns to the lands of House Yngvi, bidding farewell to Fiana for now. Her boy, and her sweet girl... they needed their mama, and she would be damned if she went another minute being absent from their lives.

(She thinks of Father. Andrei. The Orgahil captain. She wouldn't put her kids through that same agony of loss. Not again.)

"Happy birthday, Patty." Rather than hold a grand feast in Yngvi's dining hall, she aims for something more heartfelt and intimate: a tea party out in the manor's garden, with a cake baked personally by herself. (With some help from Edain. Maybe.)

Sitting across from her daughter, Brigid can't help but stare for a moment. Those bright eyes, that long, golden hair shimmering in the sun... and the weight of experience and hardship beneath the warmth of her gaze. Even now, it amazed Brigid to see her daughter fully grown, instead of as the infant she last remembers. "...I missed so much." She murmurs, with a slight crack to her voice. "I know this probably isn't enough, but please... talk to me, Patricia? About your life, your interests, just—every little thing."

"You, Febail, and everything you've gone through... I wanna hear it all." They had all the time in the world now. All was at peace, and she finally found her two treasures again. Her family.

She just hoped fate wouldn't tear them apart for a third time.

Once the Holy War (the sequel) had come to an end, Patty assumed that everything would just…go back to normal. That she would go back to Conote with Febail and live happily ever after. It never sank in until they arrived in Yngvi that her brother now held some sort of responsibility for the land and its people. He would be the next Duke of Yngvi, and she—

She really was a Princess, living in comforts that she could only dream of as a child— that she thought only possible by marrying a man for his wallet rather than her own heart.

…The life of a Princess was much more lonely than she would have thought.

Until one day, there’s a woman who joins them in House Yngvi— and she sees her Aunt cry tears of joy. It only takes one look at the “stranger’s” face for Patty to do the same, running at her and jumping into her arms.

“MOM!”

Life with her mother around was…odd. Not bad— just odd. She had gone her entire life without ever meeting either of her parents, only hearing of her mother from stories, and even talk of her father…ended in a list of names rather than one specific man. It was difficult to truly feel connected, no matter how hard she tried— how much she wanted to.

“Aw, ma…” She sits across from her mother, face red as she rubs the back of her neck bashfully. Patty wasn’t used to this much attention normally, but getting it from her mom made it feel even more embarrassing.

The thief tries so hard to ignore the feeling in her chest and the tears pushing against her eyes— so she cuts herself a piece of cake, stuffing her mouth full.

( …Was her mom also a good cook? This was delicious— )

But her mom’s voice nearly causes her to choke, looking up at her with wide eyes. “…Ya really wanna know?” She shifts awkwardly in her seat, the genuine interest in her life from her mother…it’s an odd mixture of comforting and terrifying. That doesn’t make sense, but it’s how she felt— and when have her feelings ever made sense?

“To be honest with ya— you’re right. This ain’t gonna be enough. Ya missed my whole life so far, ya know?” The way she speaks is oddly serious, as if these feelings had been building up for years without her knowing. She never planned on what she would say if she ever had the chance of meeting her mother— it certainly wouldn’t have been this if she did. “But— we got all the time in the world now, don’t we, ma?” She giggles, shaking her head. “And if ya stick ‘round long enough, you’ll have been apart of my life for the majority of it, yeah?”

Patty takes a sip of her tea and grimaces instantly. This was awful…but for some reason, it felt as if she was slowly getting used to the taste. As if she’s had more cups today than she’s had in her lifetime. “Sit back! Ya got a lotta listenin’ to do!”

No matter how hard it was…she wouldn’t let this opportunity go.

#[ just thievery ] #[ requests ] #[ brigid ] #im goifn to bite you bite you bite you )) #i cant formulate my thoughts in rp either anyway momther ))

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