#venom fam

[m57528]

#flash thompson #eugene thompson #agent venom #flash tompson #venom #symflash #venom fanart #eugene flash thompson #eddie brock #flash thompson x eddie brock #venom comics #venom art #veddie #symbiot3 + fam #symbiot3 #venomflash

[venenorita]

🌸 to offer my muse a flower. (From Ayame :> )

"... Eh? What's this?" She barely kept the snarl of contempt from her voice as she noticed the .....shinigami? She didn't know what this girl was. But all the same, her eye shifted down to the offered item before furrowing her brows.

Was .... this supposed to be a gift?

She reached up and accepted the little stem, blinking a few times as she then glanced up. Such an earnest little smile on the bitch's dumb face.

"Uh...thanks for the ....severed plant genitalia. I guess."

#hirak0s #[In Venomed - IC] #[Answered] #Thanks for the pollen pussy fam

[kitcat992]

The hallway came to a dead-end, leading to a single door which Steve nearly ripped off the hinges. Had it not been made of Vibranium, Tony had no doubt he would’ve done just that.

Not a second later and they were bolting down a staircase, leaping two steps at a time.

“Is it too late to get Strange here?” Steve’s words ricocheted as he bounced down the stairs, colliding into the wall at the very end before throwing himself down the next flight of steps. Not daring to take pause, not even to breathe.

“We’re in Wakanda!” Tony’s voice was high-pitched and panicked. “How the hell—!”

“He said he had a spell,” Steve rattled on, his legs springing with each leap taken. “One that could extract the symbiote entirely.”

Tony didn’t respond.

“Right!?” Steve spun around — slamming into Tony when he kept pace down the stairs. Nearly knocking him to the ground with a forced stop.

Explosions from outside were muffled through the walls of the stairwell. And yet in the moment of silence that followed, they seemed impeccably loud.

Tony floundered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Steve reached for his arm and shook him. “Tony!”

“It’ll kill Peter!” The words clawed out from Tony’s throat, throttled underneath the stress that swelled his windpipe twice its size.

Steve frantically shook his head. “Peter’s dead!”

The next explosion rocked them sideways.

Tony cursed as he toppled forward, landing on his knees at the bottom of the stairwell, his head crashing straight against the wall.

His HUD fritzed with static, bright colors that had him seeing double. He immediately retracted his helmet with a thoughtless command.

“I don’t know how to contact him,” Tony answered in a tight, shaky voice, taking Steve’s hand as the soldier hauled him back to his feet. Debris from hundreds of floors above began to rain down, and they both looked up at the vast open space of the stairwell. Everything above was a danger to come down at any second. “Maximoff was the only one who could —”

“We need to kill this thing,” Steve’s command was laced with a tremor neither of them wanted to acknowledge. He shot his head back down to Tony. “Use whatever force is necessary —”

Tony whipped his head towards Steve. “That’s still Peter in there!”

“Peter’s dead!” Steve’s shout echoed the stairwell with a frightening volume. Reality etched into every feature on his face — it was hard. Certain. Leaving no room for argument. “He’s dead, Tony! Venom’s using his body as a host, and if we don’t use all force, we’ll be dead next!”

Even as rubble showered down from high above, neither Tony or Steve dared to break eye-contact. Dust and drywall dirtied Tony’s hair, turning locks of brown into gray and embedding into the deep lines of his exposed face. Sweat trickled down his jaw, and ice pricked the back of his neck.

He opened his mouth to speak.

No words.

Suddenly, Tony felt cold all over. And frighteningly hollow.

“Tony!” Steve shouted.

“Fuck!” Tony spun around, bolting down the stairs as his helmet re-formed to his head, reaching over until it covered the integrity of his face. “How do we —!?”

A sharp gust of wind almost knocked him aside.

#fanfiction #fanfic #whump #writing #tony stark whump #peter parker whump #steve rogers whump #you get a whump you get a whump everyone gets a whump #avengers #found fam avengers #avengers fanfic #mcu fanfic #venom #symbiote #the cultivation of five years worth of writing and we're only 2/3rds through the series holy shit why has this thing taken me so long #it went from 2018 to 2022 in a blink of an eye #but hey what matters is that we got there #writing is timeless and IDGAF that most people who started this story long since left the fandom as its light dwindled out #cause I'll always love Irondad and I'll be seeing this project through to the end #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #I straight up cried when I hit post holy shit it feels so good to have this out there #like being released from chains or some shit #the idea is finally out of my head and that's ALL I wanted from the beginning #alright now time for the rest of it dontcha think

[abushelandablog]

What I love about the Cobra Kai fandom is that we will complain and roast and flambe this show to kingdom come but the minute an outsider attacks it and calls it “mid” or full of “hags” and such we all link arms like those aliens at the end of US and defend our lil martial arts blorpies from the face of true evil™️ and unintelligence

#this is the greatest show ever made and only those of us who know know #and can hate #ck fam #cobra kai #ck venom #gif not mine

[vakariansmonocle]

I love when ppl are like we're gonna eat gluten free or sugar free options bc it's healthier but like it's going into regular unhealthy food

instead of planning overall healthier meals like bro if you wanna eat healthy, u gotta make more of an effort mr. Ive had 3 kidney stones in 3 years

#personal #vent post #im sorry yall i hold grudges and its part of the Illness but also #cismen especially fathers telling their fam thhey need to eat healthy and god forbid we complain about these choices forced upon us #really need to actually shut up and buckle up for the reality that healthy meal planning is expensive #and also maYBE make an effort in focusing on your own health too since ur the only one whos needed suRGERY FOR A KIDNEY STONE #i wish i wasnt like this mentally but i hold things deep like venom and its awful but like ill work on it

[redxriiot]

never once forgetting that while tsuyu's toxin is able to paralyze others, even a big ol' villian like chimera, kiri is apparently IMMUNE

#//Heroes Rising make brain go brr #;mun has spoken #//In the chimera fight where she gets the villain with her toxin; iida and Kiri were doing their part to afflict Chimera with it too #//Iida putting it on his armor on his legs and Kiri on his HANDS #//Hardened; sure; prolly couldn't seep through like thay #//But then even AFTER he released his quirk; he wasn't even effected in the least #//thus this hc is canon to me jfjfjr #//Fight me on it yo #//lines up beautifully with my hc of his fam and how sharks are p much unbothered by venomous animals like lionfish

[softgirl-hours]

Ok I gotta say it, blackpink’s song is sooo good!! Smh I HATE to admit this since I’ve been disappointed time and time again by them, but this?? All of the members got their spotlight, the rap was digestible this time, and a song where the lyrics finally make since!✅✅

“Tonight, I’m a flower with venom. After taking your soul, look what you made us do” Like? is that not badass?

Also, Rosé playing guitar in a f*cking volcano(!!!!!!)

#and people say this song is bad yet claim lovesick girls and hylt were good songs……. #u just exposed yourself fam #blackpink #pink venom #kpop #text #actually lovesick girls wasnt that bad but still #idk why I edit after I post but 😶😶 this post will change in the next few mins lol

[petitprincess1]

Alastor, poking the snake on Lucifer's hat: Is this thing poisonous?

Lucifer: Nah, fam.

Alastor: *the snake comes to life, bites Al, and he drops to the ground, foaming at the mouth*

Lucifer: It is venomous though!

#source: twitter #specifically the Oklahoma dept. of wildlife #their tweets are hilarious x3 #hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #hazbin hotel Alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #chat post

[jasmines-library]

Hi. Um... i have been craving angst

👀 and my angsty mind has been making up... scenarios, but like would love them typed out so i can read 💀 i live your work, p.s. <3

anyways, would like to ask for something along these lines:

reader is a batsibling

is kidnapped

fam cant find her for a few days and is panicked

they find her somewhere, blindfolded and tied up, on the ground and caked in blood

they get her some med stuff and whatever

and they're like how did this happen so they somehow get cctv or duke uses his powers or something and finds out that they've been beaten for info

and they get like really angry and all that jazz

:D rest up to you!

would be great if you did it 🥺

but i understand if it's too much

love youuuu 💖/platonic ehe

okay, i will excuse myself from your asks now. byeee

Loaded Silence

hello hello! Thanks for requesting. This was super angsty, but as you put I crave it too... ❤️

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture (not very graphic), fear, medical scenes.

Word Count: 1.5k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

It had happened unexpectedly. You were there one second and gone the next. In a blink of an eye. Nothing more nothing less. That was all it took for you to slip away. Damian could have sworn he was only gone for a minute. To stretch his legs and grab something to eat. But that was all it took for them to sneak in. Quiet as a mouse they crept in, splitting through the open window at the back of the room. Leaving it open had been a careless mistake, but who was to think that you would have been taken in the safety of your own home? 

They grabbed you roughly from behind. A set of rough hands pinning you to the sofa, clamped tightly over your mouth as another worked to tie a heavy bandage around your eyes. You had squirmed feebly trying to gain some leverage. Your training desperately tried to kick in but at that moment, you were not a vigilante. You were Y/N Wayne: A citizen, child to the wealthiest man in Gotham and utterly fucked. 

You had no choice after that than to allow them to drag you downtown, you had kicked and cried blindly, desperate for one of your brothers to chase after you. But whoever was gripping you tight enough to bruise was clearly experienced and you knew that they stood no chance so unexpectedly. 

When they tossed you down on the ground, you thought it would offer some relief. The room was dank, dusty and smelt of water rot and mould. This was the part where they would send a ransom note to Bruce and he and your brothers would come charging in sooner or later. But you had never been more wrong. 

“We know who you are, Wayne.” A voice spoke. Feminine but not soft spoken. Threatening. “Or would you prefer Raven?”

Your stomach dropped as bile burned the back of your throat. You knew you could fight now, but you were defenceless weaponless with your hands and feet bound together. 

“The fuck do you want?” You spat, though the effect of the venom in your words was lost for you looked so helpless. 

“Bold of you to speak to me that way, given your predicament.” The woman chuckled, prodding you with her foot. “You’re here as a sort of…payment.”  She mused. “I suppose you could call it that.”

“What?” 

“My husband.” She started, moving away from you. You could hear her pacing around the room but you  could only conjure up images in your mind. “Leader of the greatest crime suricate in Gotham. And now, he’s dead. Rotting in some coffin in the ground, thanks to your father.” 

She moved closer again. Her heels clattered against the floor. 

“He took away the only thing that ever mattered to me!” She gripped your wrist, lifting you up off the floor and leaning into your face. “So now, I’m going to take away one of his toys until someone tells me how to get him out! His precious little girl. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on all of their faces when they see you. That is of course…after we have a little fun.”

~

There was still no sign of you. And it felt as if they had searched every inch of the city. The high and the low but still nothing. No one had slept much in the three days you had been missing. Their nights were either spent searching for you on patrol or laying awake staring blankly at the ceiling as their minds conjured up the worst. None of them said it outloud but the possibility that you were dead loomed over them. But no one ever said anything. They just continued to search in silence. It seemed like Babs and Tim hadn’t torn their eyes away from the screens since Damian came barging into the room three days ago, doubled over and panting as he revealed the news. The only time they ever moved was to head to the bathroom or to make another mug of lukewarm coffee. 

The rest of the family were out on patrol. That was what they were calling it anyway. Really they were looking for you. And still there had been no sign until Dick stumbled upon a window. It was low down to his feet covered by concrete as though the building had just sunk into the concrete. And when he tried to peer inside, it seemed to be covered by something on the inside. 

It could have been nothing.

But Dick was desperate. 

He called over the other vigilantes with a signal on his com. They all came tricking over towards him silently through the city. Some bubbling with hope and anticipation, but all dreading the worst. 

Moving around the back of the house, Dick pushed open the door. 

~

You had never been more scared in your entire life. Everything ached, burned or stung. From what you could feel there didn’t seem to be a single inch of your skin that wasn’t covered in blood. It clung sticky to your skin, cracking every time you managed to bring yourself to shift against the floor.

She had continued her onslaught for hours, trying to force answers that she knew you would never be able to give her from your chapped lips. She would leave every once in a while, returning silently to catch you off guard with another round of pain. You couldn’t see her: the blindfold still remained firmly around your eyes, so you had to anticipate when she would return as you cowered against the back wall in a pool of your own blood. You were unsure how long it had been since she tossed you into the room. Without the relief of sunlight, your woozy mind had lost track of time. 

And then a pair of hands gripped your shoulders. And you screamed, trying to recoil away from them. You didn’t make it far. Your body was too weak.

“No! No please! No more!” You begged, tears dribbling down your cheeks to mingle among the dirt and blood. “I already told you I-I don’t know anything! Please!”

“Woah, woah.” It was Dick’s voice that broke through to you, though they had all called out to you. It was him who had reached out to you in the first place, hesitant that the smallest touch would break you. As soon as they were met with resistance they knew you were here. And they fought as fast as they could to get to you. Praying that they wouldn’t find you as you had. Sprawled out across the floor in a pool of your own blood as you struggled to breathe. “It’s us.”

“We’re here, Kid.” Jason leaned forwards to remove the blindfold from your eyes as Dick tried to support you in his arms. You squiremed weakly, still untrusting. But the minute the blindfold was off and you had finished adjusting to the onslaught of light. You broke.

You collapsed into Dicks arms, sobbing and shaking. He cupped the back of your head with his hands and held you, giving Jason and Duke a nervous glance. Your blood had already begun to stain the front of his suit as you whimpered in his arms, clinging to him tightly. 

When he tried to shift you, you let out a sob and clung to him tighter. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had hurt you or because you were scared he was going to leave you. Probably both.

“Y/N?” Jason whispered, moving to crouch by your side. “ We’re here now. We’re going to get you home okay? Can you tell us what happened?”

You shook your head and buried your face into Dicks chest trying to block out the pain.

Eyes turned to Duke who watched you with sad eyes. They observed as he surveyed the room, taking in the horrors that the light revealed. And he couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out of his lips. 

He paled at what he saw. Winced at the way your face contorted with pain as the woman towered over you, tossing you about the room like a ragdoll and slashing you with various tools as she screamed at you. He saw how she would catch you off guard by sneaking up on you in the dark as some cruel game to satisfy her sick amusement. He felt sick. 

In the time it took for him to see the echo of your agonies, Dick had managed to coax enough for him to stand so they could bring you out of the room and get you urgently to medical attention. 

The two looked at him expectantly. And once he had managed to stutter out what he had seen, Jason was tensely clenching his jaw and fists. 

Someone was going to bleed tonight. He was going to make sure of that.

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[redak-ted]

i have more incorrect quotes and its the fruity four + the certified dilf and his traumatized husband

Miles: Man, traffic's a pain in the assssss.

Hobie: Daddy's home!

Gwen: Just call him Bayer, or Bear or something, Daddy is reserves for your mother to use.

Pav: I'm about to have one less girlfriend in a minute.

Miles: This food is too hot… I cant eat it.

Hobie: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: silence

Gwen: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Pav: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

[The group is a prison cell that was just hit by an earthquake]

Miles: Uh, I'm gonna roll a perception check of… 4, and see if our cell is, uh, in any way damaged by this quake

Hobie: You're in a prison cell :)

Gwen: You did great. Well, I got a 10-

Hobie: You're in a prison cell with bars on it

Pav: I got a 1!

Hobie: You're in… a cube-shaped place.

Miles: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Hobie: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gwen?

Gwen: Probably “road work ahead”.

Pav: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Miles: Dammit, Hobie!

Hobie: What?! It wasn’t me!

Miles: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Gwen!

Gwen: Not me either.

Miles: Oh…Then who set the house on fire?

Pav: whistles

Miles: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Miles and Hobie, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Gwen: Our turn, Pav! One, two, three- vanilla!

Pav, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Gwen, about Miles: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Hobie: Are we stealing them?

Pav: New or used?

Gwen: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Gwen: Just be yourself.

Hobie: 'Be myself'? Gwen, I have one day to win Miles over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Pav: Couple weeks.

Peter: Six months.

Miguel: Jury’s still out.

Hobie: See, Gwen?

Hobie: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Miles: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Hobie: What if it bites me and it dies?

Gwen: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hobie, learn to listen.

Pav: What if it bites itself and I die?

Peter: That’s voodoo.

Pav: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Hobie: That’s correlation, not causation.

Miguel: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Peter: That’s kinky.

Miles: Oh my God.

Miles: Bye Hobie! Bye Gwen! Bye Pav! Bye Peter! Bye Hobie!

Gwen: You said ‘bye Hobie’ twice.

Miles: I like Hobie~

Miles: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Pav: To the city?

Miles: Yeah, no matter what!

Peter: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Miles: I… I don't know!

Hobie: Oh come off it, be serious!

Miles: I am serious!

Hobie: You're insane!

Gwen: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Miles: What???

Gwen: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Hobie, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

Miles: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Gwen: 'Prettiest Smile'

Pav: 'Nicest Personality'

Miguel: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Peter: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Miles: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Hobie: Nope, absolutely not.

Gwen: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Pav: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Peter: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Miguel: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’

Miles: Thanks fam!

Hobie: oh no

Gwen: cries I love you too

Pav: Sounds fake but okay

Peter: A flustered mess

Miguel: can i get a refund

#ATSV #spiderman across the spiderverse #Miles Morales #Hobie Brown #Gwen Stacy #Pavitr Prabhakar #Peter B Parker #Miguel O'Hara #inncorrect quotes #ATSV Spiderman #spiderman miles morales #spider-punk #spider-woman gwen #spider-woman gwen stacy #PunkFlower #DrumFlower #ChaiFlower #DrumPunk #ChaiPunk #ChaiDrum #Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara #<- WHATS THEIR SHIP NAME.

[theoneeyedprince]

Of Blood and Fire: II

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!OC

General warnings: Explicit/18+, targcest, darkish!Aemond, explicit language, sensual themes, suggestive and sexual content, miscommunication, denial of feelings, slow burn, possessive and obsessive behaviour, angst, smut, mentions of (childhood and sexual) trauma, religious guilt, complicated and toxic family dynamics, typical mediaeval and asoiaf sexism and misogyny, graphic depictions of violence, spoilers for Fire & Blood and future seasons of HOTD.

Word count: 3.8k

From the author: we're with Aemond in this one and i can't wait to see what you think about the introduction of this darkish!Aemond that's been plaguing my mind since s1 of HOTD ended and was suppoused to appear in the first version of OBAF. a product of his upbringing and trauma with constant turmoil present inside his head. maybe it's who we'll see in the next seasons of the show or the manace that the histories portray him as in Fire & Blood (at least that's the hope…).

hope you'll enjoy it! 🔥

*mandianna means 'the daughter of the older sister' according to this blog and I decided to use this for this chapter and future chapters of this story)

AO3 / SERIES MOODBOARD / SERIES PLAYLIST

Dividers by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Aemond Targaryen was a diligent and studious man. A second son who had to work twice as hard to show his worth. In comparison to his elder brother that was. The future King as his mother repeated during their childhood years. Aemond always sneered at that. For how could someone as his depraved and indolent brother ever deserve to sit on the Iron Throne. 

Dutiful and loyal. Those were the traits he prided himself in the most. 

And forgetful he was not. Aemond Targaryen never forgot anything.

Was it wrong of him to tend to his grudge against his nephew, the one who maimed and scarred him for life, and against the whole mendacious family of his half-sister which flaunted their stenching lies in front of everyone without any consequences? 

And yet when he claimed a dragon for which was his right as a Targaryen he paid an awful prize for it and he suffered dire consequences for simply telling the truth; a truth everyone gathered that night knew of but bit their tongues and let his whore-sister and her filthy bastards slither by the Father’s sword of justice like the poisonous vipers they were. 

Poisonous for they sunk their venom of deception into people’s veins and let it fester through the years so well enough that people pretended that there was nothing wrong with it.

The poison dripped through still, even when they left the Keep and only his mother, grandfather and siblings were immune to it. Add and take some lords that were sided or wronged by the named heir or her now husband. 

So, when that familiar stench filled the air of the castle once more and a so-called ‘kinsman’ to his nephews and niece  raised objection to this stock of lies, he also suffered consequences of simply being brave enough to point out the truth. 

Aemond had to admit however that Vaemond Velaryon’s bravery border-lined on foolishness. The man let his anger take control of him, where he should’ve kept it on the leash. 

Just like Aemond did. 

A line existed between bravery and stupidity after all and ser Vaemond crossed it that day, meeting his death with the precise swish of a Valyrian steel. 

Dark Sister.

His seething hate for his half-sister extended to any man or woman who associated themselves with her but Aemond couldn’t deny the rush he felt when The Rogue Prince raised the famed sword and cut through Velaryon’s head with a confident ease he himself trained for. 

A part of him believed that he deserved to own Visenya’s sword for he was a rider of her dragon, therefore it would only be fair to have it swing from his hip as he flied on top of the Conqueror’s beast.

But for Aemond fair wasn’t a familiar word. It was all foreign like distant lands of Essos and it was his own blood that made it so.

But sooner or later justice would come for all of them. 

In one way or another. 

First, there came duty that was expected of him as a son and a prince. 

Duty and sacrifice. 

The words his mother spoke in fist of rage when she tried to avenge him all those years ago. They stuck to him and melted into his bones.

So, as the arrival of his half-sister was announced and his mother reminded him that it’s in their best interest to act civilly and with the grace that fits the royal family, no matter if propriety and rectitude would win that day, he didn’t ask her to elaborate. That was simply the way their relationship worked. Mother counted on him and he didn’t want to disappoint her. 

Then there were also words of his grandsire, stay on vigil, and Aemond didn’t need to be told twice. His eye followed their every move, focused and calculating. 

What a joy it was when he saw his nephews’ wide eyes staring at him at the training yard. What satisfaction when they seemed to be not only shocked but afraid of what he became. 

This is what you made me, his eye sneered at Lucerys Velaryon. The little pup that still hasn’t owned up to his crime. But when there’s crime, there has to be punishment. 

That night has been haunting him in his dreams. He wasn’t able to count the amount of times he woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat and tears streaming down his healthy eye. The older he got, the less that nightmare appeared but it came back last night. And it took a lot of time for him to go back to sleep. He almost didn’t hear when Deryl knocked on the door to wake him up for the morning prayer with his mother. 

But the bastards didn’t have to know that, Aemond wanted them to feel on edge when in his presence, a bit frightened, so they could taste some of that fright that crept on him in the first years after the maiming. Perhaps one day they would also taste the pain that slashed through his eye and still lingered under his skin. If the past haunted him, they should be haunted by it too. 

What if he was given a chance to become the shadow of their past? Following them, reminding them of what’s due.

His niece was silent as they walked, the only sound in the dim-lit corridors was that of her dress shuffling and the scraping of his boots against the stone. 

Yet, he saw a storm brewing behind that mask she donned. 

It amused him greatly how quick she was to anger at the utterance of one word. Was it a Targaryen fire or the temperament of her father’s?

The strong one, not the Velaryon. 

Nevertheless, her whole demeanour screamed loudly at him. That simmering exasperation poured through in her haste walk, pursed lips and furious fidgeting of her rings. 

It was the first time in many years that they were so close to one another and as she was adamant not to even glance his way, his towering form enabled him to take in every detail of his niece.

He did see her briefly when they arrived at the Keep. Vaemma walked out of the second carriage, holding one of her silver-haired brothers’ hand and when all of them stood together the difference between his half-sister’s children was striking. Unbearably so even. Then again during the petition in the throne room his eye barely darted from her.

He remembered from childhood the dark shades of their purple eyes. The only Targaryen feature they so luckily inherited from his dear sister. What a relief it must’ve been to her that people were fooled by that. As if there were no other reasons to assume they weren’t their Velaryon father’s seed. 

His eye lingered a moment longer on the crown of his niece’s hair—a mark of her tainted blood—dark and wavy but also thinly streaked with silver. That was what bothered Aemond for it reminded him too much of Rhaenys Targaryen, Vaemma’s grandmother in name only. Although, the Queen Who Never Was has been losing the token of her Baratheon blood with age.

Aemond hummed in thought and with that he finally got his niece’s attention. She lifted her chin just enough to give him a quick look and when he continued to say nothing, she sucked in her cheeks in what he assumed was annoyance and followed his suit. 

It seemed that they were in the middle of a silent battle of wills. 

Aemond’s lips twitched at the corner.

Did she try to run away from him?

Her skirts seemed to flow above the stone floors with each of her hurried steps but perhaps this pace was the only one that could measure to his.

The empty corridors echoed their steps. Only candles and torches here and there were the source of light. One had to mind their steps carefully in order not to fall. Vaemma seemed to think the same for she focused her gaze ahead and, from time to time, looked under her feet.

She stopped at the top of another set of stairs, three this time, that led to the passageway at which her chambers were located. Aemond stopped in front of her and found it quite amusing that even by standing on a higher surface than he did she still managed to only be on his eye-level. 

Her chest moved up and down, either from the walk up here or the anger that he saw building up in her, or both and he couldn’t stop himself from letting his gaze fall on the upper cut of her gown. It was a quick peek, one she wouldn’t notice. 

In that moment it struck him that the years have made Vaemma into a woman. One that although short of stature was blessed with full curves that would persuade a man to pay some coins to touch and hold for a night. 

No. She was cursed with them as she resembled his whore sister in this regard and because of this reason only there should be nothing desirable in her figure. Not to him.

And yet, he caught himself regarding her silhouette involuntarily. 

Aemond didn’t participate in his brother’s way of living but he was a man and often admired women of the court. His careful observation of his niece, however, wasn’t prompted by a simple desire of the flesh, not entirely, but had a greater meaning behind it. 

The more he noticed about each and every one of them the better for him, his mother and his grandsire. 

Watch them slip. 

Just like she did mere moments ago at the dinner. 

“No need to fret anymore, uncle. I’m fit to continue the short distance on my own. Ser Erland’s at the door, he’ll make sure I’m inside my chambers safe and sound,” the tone of her voice was polite and formal but Aemond didn’t miss the sternness that coated it. 

Without waiting for an answer, Vaemma clenched the material of her dress and made her way up but Aemond wasn’t one to walk away from a conversation without having the last word. 

His fingers brushed her elbow enough so she could feel his grip but not to let her guard see it. To his satisfaction, the half-darkness in the corridor helped with that. 

Not that he had a reason to hide from anyone but he refused to be compared to Aegon or give anyone any reason to create false rumours regarding his person. 

No, Aemond had a reputation to uphold. One that he began to forge after he lost—they stole—his eye. 

Vaemma’s head turned abruptly to look at his hand, her eyes widened and their dark violet shade looked almost black in the faded candle light. 

She looked like an animal caught in a trap.

The sight stirred something in Aemond. It thrilled him in a way he’s never experienced before. It was so different from the sensation of fighting or flying.  

And when her elegant fingers tightened around his in order to push him away from her, his trousers suddenly felt too tight in the middle. 

“Don’t be rude, dear niece,” he lowered his voice but it still carried through the empty space, probably travelling to the ears of the aforementioned ser Erland. 

“Let go of me, uncle,” she gritted through her teeth, still trying to unclasp the bracelet that was his hand around her elbow. 

But the harder she yanked with him, the stronger his grip became. 

He managed to get under her skin again and her barely contained anger only added to the fire that started building within him.

A satisfied sneer tug at his upper lip, “I see there’s a strong temper that either was carefully hidden when we were children or decided to finally show itself years later.”

Her chest rose and fell and Aemond’s eye darted to the movement once again.

“Who’s the rude one now, uncle?” Her eyes pinned into his and the flickers from the torches on the walls around them made the ire that shone in them look like stars in the night sky. 

Like the ones that hung above him that night he claimed Vhagar. 

The night her brother took his eye. 

Aemond took a sharp breath through his nose, nostrils flaring at the reminder and the fact his niece ceaselessly put up a fight.

He wanted them to fear him.

She had no right to be so stubborn and go against his plans. 

“Whatever you mean?” He taunted. 

“We both know you gather my meaning,” she responded sardonically. “Now, please, let go of my arm, I feel it getting numb.” 

Her dark brows knitted in frustration but her gaze was unyielding. Though the force with which her nails dug into the back of his hand indicated she felt threatened. Even if she tried her hardest to hide it. 

It sent a shiver through his body, stirring his member once more. 

Seven Hells.

He’ll have to pray in the morning for this short-lived sin of his flesh. Whatever little that will do. 

Aemond narrowed his eye insensibly, not being in the mood to let someone like her give him orders of any kind. But as he assumed their conversation bounced against the stony red walls, summoning her knight to her side. 

His grip loosened, reluctantly, but it did. 

She was still a Princess, he had to remind himself. And by the look of that ser Erland, she had a stern protector in the man. 

He hummed as he seized his posture and at the way Vaemma looked over her shoulder—relief washing over her features.  

Her face softened slightly, while she rubbed at the place he just held her. 

Even while looking at the other man, she could still feel him.

Good. 

“Is everything all right, Princess?” His niece’s sworn shield mimicked Aemond’s patronising gaze as he spoke, the shortest and most stiff nod following after, “My Prince.”

Aemond gritted his teeth, short nails digging into the palm of the hand that rested behind him, the second curling around the leather belt that circled around his waist. How fucking dare he, a simple knight, look at him this way? 

He had to admit that he sounded like Aegon in that moment but fortunately for him he was the only one aware of his thoughts. 

“I’m perfectly fine, ser Erland,” his niece’s lips stretched into a forced, no less delicate smile, which was answered with concern that should not be as intimate as it was, borderlining as improper. 

There it was, an information he could use for his own benefit. Ser Erland bore feelings for his princess but whether she reciprocated them Aemond was not entirely sure of. She lied to the knight well, passive expression donned so quickly after the shadow of a storming anger she granted him that Aemond was half-impressed. 

But her family were quite the actors, bearing masks of deceptive innocence. So self-righteous it made him sick to his stomach. 

“Are you sure, Princess?” 

The knight asked Vaemma again and Aemond’s upper lip twitched, absentmindedly turning into a sneer when the knight looked at him again. Visibly apprehensive but evidently doing utmost not to offend the Princess by questioning her word. 

So dointing, so loyal, so fucking nauseating.

“I’d call upon you if I wasn’t,” she didn’t give him an outward answer and Aemond caught the way her fingers held onto her elbow, squeezing it as hard as he did and at that his fingers tingled as they remembered the soft material of her sleeve and the softness of her palm under them.

And the sharp sting of her nails on his skin. 

Gods. He needed his evening flight more than ever before. Vhagar shall help him cool his senses, calm his body down as flying with her always did. 

How easier it would be if he followed in his brother’s footsteps and sheathed his member into a Flea Bottom whore, relieve himself as many men do. 

But he wasn’t any man and Seven Hells would freeze over before he stooped to Aegon’s or a commoner’s level. 

His sneer twisted at the thought but as soon his niece spoke up again a lopsided, self-satisfied smirk took its place. 

“You’re free to go, ser Erland. I’ll be in my chambers shortly. First, I need to bid my uncle good night as a thanks for his generous offer to escort me.”

Ser Erland hesitated only for a moment but did as he was told. However, as if he couldn’t help himself, he sent Aemond one last untrustworthy look.

Such common green eyes. They have no power here, no significance. Not compared to the Old Valyrian purple. 

Did she find the colour more appealing than the one of her ancestors? She so easily could as her own blood was half common.

And then she spoke to him again. Hard tone that prickled at his ears and forced Aemond to rest his gaze on her face, “You owe me an apology, uncle.”

There she was, no longer pretending his presence didn’t affect her. The same expression of an incoming storm returning to her scarcely freckled complexion. 

“Apology?” He cocked his brow and revelled in the way her eyes narrowed as in warning, how they shone more like tiny flames than the stars he saw earlier. 

How long would it take him to see dragonfire bursting out of her?

A part of him needed to see if there is that Targaryen rage within her for there was none of it when she was a child. Some said the same about him back then. Did claiming a dragon changed her like it changed him?

 “For hurting me. With your words and your hand.”

There was no quiver in her voice when her answer came. No indication of trembling weakness but he began to learn how to read what came and went through her eyes and they hid roaring enmity. And perhaps that was why she was able to keep her tone neutral and steady. 

She kept her anger on the leash.

Like Vaemond Velaryon should have.

And like Aemond learned to. 

The thought of his bastard niece bearing any similarities to him filled his veins again with that years long bitter resentment.

It would make her his equal. Wouldn’t it be utterly humiliating? 

“Then tis you who should be apologising to me, dear niece,” he demanded, hand on his belt flexing to pull her towards him again. 

So that fear of him could take root in her heart.

Like it did in her bastard brothers’ at the training yard. 

And yet she kept on maintaining this defensive charade, “What have I ever done to you?”

What has she done to him? 

What has she-

They-

His breathing quickened and flashes of memories from years before and of that night at Driftmark came at him like tidal waves.

Then it all stopped. It stopped when her face turned white and all that play-pretend brave demeanour crumbled down around her. 

Finally. 

Did his silent anger was as clear in his eye as it was in hers?

This is what he wanted. 

So he came back to himself, firmly gripping that leash.

“You and your strong brothers know. Lucerys knows,” he pointed out cooly, leaning close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck and lowly whispered in her ear, “Ēdrugon sȳrī, jorrāelagon mandianna. (Sleep well, dear niece.)”  

Aemond felt her body still and only when she took a step back he straightened up, looking at her down his nose.  

He did wonder if his half-sister’s children learned their mother tongue. They had to if they wanted to maintain their appearances. But he still wasn’t sure, until now. 

His niece understood him and she understood him in a way that widened her eyes so much so that her black lashes almost brushed her eyebrows. 

She heard the hidden warning in his seemingly polite wish so much so that she reached for her elbow again.

And left him without uttering a single word. 

The root has taken. 

Aemond watched her take one step after another and only when she disappeared behind the closing doors of her chambers did he make his way to Vhagar’s lair.

Late evening flights with Vhagar became a part of his daily routine since she came back with him to King’s Landing. 

He could still taste the thrill of his first rides and how his blood rushed through his whole body when Vhagar went up in the clouds or descended on the land. The way his screams of joy meshed with Vhagar’s roars. The only joy he’s ever felt.

It disappeared each time his feet touched the ground. 

That feeling never went away but only grew stronger, became permanent. 

Aemond patted Vhagar’s dark-green scales and climbed upon her back, all while muttering in High Valyrian. Not only giving her commands but mostly confiding in his only companion. For Vhagar has been the closest thing to having one.

He didn’t lie to his mother—it was a fair exchange. Losing an eye to gain a dragon as ancient as Vhagar and then creating a bond as strong as he managed to build these last nine years was worth it. 

It didn’t wholly fill that aching void that was left in the aftermath. The noticeable, bodily emptiness in the left side of his face; face he scarcely recognised anymore, barely looked at nowadays. And the invisible hollowness around his heart; heart that went through a change and beat differently these days. 

But it was worth it at the end. It had to be worth it. 

His own blood, sweat and tears went to this sacrifice.

He called his loss a sacrifice in order to make sense of what happened. As a child in agony it was the only thought that helped him pull through the nights filled with sweat and throbbing pain.

The night sky welcomed him as it always did—with soothing coldness and promise of freedom. Of momentary escape. 

A deep, dark abyss he could swear resembled his own heart. 

Once he felt the pressure of the wind pound harshly onto his body, he let go of the tension that held a grip on his muscles. 

He let go of that all too familiar rage that took the reins once more.

He let go of the burning stirring caused by his niece, which only fueled that hateful fire within him.  

Aemond and his dragon drifted in the air in an undisturbed silence. 

And then with a growl, one so reminiscent of Vhagar’s, he flew up and up and up.

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[kitcat992]

“Barnes, I swear to God,” Tony’s voice fell deep with a rising, threatening anger. Tearing out of his throat with sharp claws that laced each word with a vitriolic cadence. “I will rip off that other arm —”

Steve held up a placating hand, wisely stepping between the two as a barrier of sorts. For who’s protection, he wasn’t really sure.

“Hold up, Tony.” Steve looked from one man to the other, his eyes ultimately lingering on the doorway. It felt as if his brain was in delay with what his ears had heard. “What did you say, Buck?”

A drawn-out crunch sounded from where Bucky stood. He took a large bite of the apple in his hand, followed by a slow, continuous chewing.

“Said the kid doesn’t sleep,” Bucky answered, swallowing a mouthful of the fruit at the same time he spoke. Making his words somewhat garbled.

Tony was bordering the verge of total annihilation. And he had no intent to hide it.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a tight wire, ready to snap quick as lightning. “And how’d you come by that info, Splinter Cell?”

Bucky took another bite from his apple. Chewing loudly. This time picking off the stem still nestled on the top, throwing it to the side somewhere down the hallway where they couldn’t see.

“Can’t sleep either.”

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[roseunspindle]

What if shortly before Rhaenyra and fam arrive to defend Lucerys right as heir, Aemond has a training accident. Takes a nasty wallop to the head.

Now, he wakes up with no real memories. He gets the Green sides run down of things, but from an outsider with no internalized prejudices.

He can...see thins a bit clearer. Such as how inconvenient a king like Daemon would have been for Otto, and equally now, how inconvenient a Queen like Rhaenyra would be for him. (He's found himself often talking to lord beesbury who seems to have a relatively unbiased view of things.)

He can see easily that Aegon is a useless drunken raper and ass.

That Helaena is all things sweet but she's suffering.

That his *mother*...

Honestly the way the queen had acted at first he thought she was his wife or something. She keeps pl s looking to him for comfort and reassurance and it's odd. She's also venomous about Rhaenyra. Though according to lord beesbury the queen and princess had been dear friends until the queen wed the princesses father after visiting him without telling the princess. Then the whole affair with daemon and the brothel, and the queen "declaring war" her sworn shield abandoning the princess for the queen after brutally killing the prince consorts paramour...

It does not paint the "greens" in a good light.

His eye is a matter of conention... but he wants to ask young lucerys first and foremost why. All he's heard from those not in hightower pockets say the boys are fine squires and haven't the...reputation aegon does.

That the boys may be "bastards" doesn't bother him at present for he knows he lacks context for what being a bastard means. He is confused that their hair color is at fault for paintings depicting princess rhaenys in the portrait hall show the targayen princess with a full head of raven locks. Princess Alyssa, his own grandmother has golden hair and mismatched eyes.

It does ache and he wants to know. But he cannot truly trust most of his family to actually tell him anything truthful.

Helaena tries but he does not always understand.

He does like his dragon, Vhagar, the grand old dragon seems fond of him too and there is nothing at all like dragon flight.

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[dracaesusurro]

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me”

Pairing: kit walker x reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence

Summary: kit and reader had a huge fight and reader makes him jealous and it works….

“Oh kit I have had it up to here with you and you constant goddamn paranoia” Y/n yells hands flying all over, voice enraged.

“Oh how can you be so stupid that guy was hittin’ on you harder than a hammer and your too blind to see it” Kit yelled equally as loud, retaliating with her statements.

This had been going on for an hour, yelling, screaming, insults and points practically spat at each-other in order to prove a point that neither were getting across. If it wasn’t it for some guy who happened to be gawking at Kit’s girlfriend all night and having the nerve to come over and flirt with her knowing damn well who she was here with, this fight wouldn’t even be happening. This was according to kit of course. And if it wasn’t for kits total lack of self control and anger management, if he hadn’t indented that guys face in at the pub, then they wouldn’t be fighting like two lions in one den.

“Your jealous ALL the damn time. I get it kit I’m yours, we’re together, why, gosh why on earth can’t you get that into your thick skull!” Kit wasn’t about to let that slide.

“Jealous?! Excuse me for not lovin’ the idea of that guys arms and filthy slobber all over ya’ just cause your too nice to say NO!” The whole fight was pointless they knew this, but neither wanted to back down.

They’ve been in a loving relationship for 4 years. To say they loved each other to death was an understatement. They rarely fought or had any disagreements but this was different. Not in a good way at all.

“Look listen y/n i don’t Like to share and I don’t like people thinkin’ they can come and Harass whatever they see. Yeah I was jealous but he was the asshole here not me” kit lowered his voice slightly in order to slow the fight. It only made y/n more furious.

“Oh baby i don’t need no knight in shining armor to come save me, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve said something, and I certainly don’t need you starting fucking fights wherever we go. Is that clear or do I need to yell some more in order for you to take a hint” The sarcasm and bitterness sting like venom coming from her. Kit had no idea had to response, if she was uncomfortable? She was ok with a douche hittin’ on her?

He wanted to yell some more, finish the argument, but he was confused and honestly tired but he wanted to hit her back just as equally, so he did “maybe if you like being hit on everywhere you go, you should go back right to that bar and finish what he started. I don’t care, act like some fucking tramp all ya want” He said the words slowly, and bitterly.

Y/n gasped slightly, too silent for him to hear but her face spoke louder than words in that moment. Kit was a respectable man, no matter how big the fights were shit never got to far, not this far. But he stepped out of line and Y/n was hurt. “Alright darlin’ whatever you wish for” She said loudly arms flew in-front of her gesturing anger. He gave her confused face, not sure what either meant or what they were going to do. Normally a situation like this would be resolved- well hours ago but the length of this fight secretly worried both of them.

What did this mean.

Was this their end.

Before kit could open his mouth to say anything, anything at all, the door slammed and the truck turned on and just like that she was gone. And he didn’t know where.

“God fucking dammit” he went back into their room and didn’t come out.

——————————————————-

It had been hours and still no sign of her.

This had him worried shitless at this point, he wasn’t one to back down from anything easily, he was no quitter, but he didn’t care right now not if it brought her back.

He had no truck, no car to go find her a taxi wasn’t a valuable option at 2 in the morning. So he walked to the bar they were at previously hoping to find her downing a beer, forgetting about the fight and giving him one of her famous, gorgeous smiles.

The night was cold and the music from the bar echoed in the silence of the night. She must be here, where else would she go this time of night?

He opened the door to the bar and walked through, warm air and loud noises vibrating through him. He walked over to the bar bench. Not there. Walked around the bathrooms, poked his head into the woman’s. Not there. “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Well the search is over, there she was, sitting on that assholes lap from earlier, he was whispering something to her but kit didn’t care to know. Something in his chest hurt, like when you tripped as a kid, fell on you chest and couldn’t find your breath for a couple minutes until the oxygen forced its way through your lungs only for you to come to you senses and feel the pain that the fall inflicted. This was like that, first his breath hitched, then came the pain. No anger. Oddly enough just plain pain.

Kit slowly walked over to their booth, maybe he was imagining it. The sound of her sweet laughter got louder and so did the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. “Mhm” he cleared his throat loudly trying to gain their attention.

“Kit, nice of you to join us. Took your advice honey” she smiled sarcastically, that hurt even more. “Ok enough let’s go…” he waited locking eyes with her. She didn’t shift. “NOW” this startled her and she got up to look him eye to eye wanting to threaten him but the asshole beat her to it. He got up with a grunt “Not cool dude back off. She can do what she-” kit swung one right on his oddly large jaw and he went flying back. Booze will do that to ya.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or do you wanna go for a round three big boy” kit towered over his slumped body, only to be dragged back by her frail hand and pulled outside. “Ok. Ok enough of this shit, what do you want huh?” Her nose was red she was cold. Kits eyes softened, the hurt still fresh on the surface. He lifted a finger and pointed right in her face, “ your cruel you know that, plain fuckin cruel” he felt tears coming up but he did not want to cry here. “And how’s that walker, how am I the cruel one?” She challenged still riled up, not noting his sad face. Walker? She never called him that! “God whatever your a- a AGH” his frustration is only to cover his pain, she saw through that. Her guilt surfaced and she reached over to him “kit? Talk to me?” She didn’t know what to say, they’ve already said too much already. “Why would you do that?” “Gosh cause you told me to!” What? Oh. “You can’t honestly believe I’d want to see you with another guy!” “Well you seemed super keen on it” gosh things were getting heated again. The exhaustion was present and they didn’t need any more. “I’m sorry your right” y/n looked at her feet and started walking to the truck, kit grabbed her arm and pulled her- rather harshly- into his chest and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry too darlin’. Won’t happen again” she sunk into it. Happily.

They sat in bed under the cover, cuddled up, “I’m glad that’s over” she let out in the silence.

She heard a sigh escape his lips, the ‘I have something to say but I can’t get it out’ type. She recognized it, “what is it kit? You can talk to me you know that love” she got up on her elbows and face him. She noticed his red eyes and sad posture “I was kinda scared ya know. Really scared hah” he chuckled dryly. “What? Scared of what kit” she reached over and cupped his face “you know….” He waited to see if she got it, she didn’t “us breakin up” he whispered so lightly she almost didn’t catch it. “Kit honey, you really think I can live without you? I love you more than life and I ain’t kidding” he smiled something sweet, those dimples gosh, “well mrs walker I love you too very much so” he said what now? Mrs walker? “I’d be your misses any day mr walker” she kissed his lips. “Glad to hear it, now let me show you exactly how much I love ya”

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[palesweetscherryblossom]

New characters alert!

My imaginative ass has come up with a new idea! Dragon clan Bakusquad.

These guys are by far the ones hunters seek out the most and the ones travelers avoid. They are fierce, confident and aren’t afraid to take what they want. Bakugou is their fierce leader and has zero tolerance for humans coming into his group’s territory.

Unlike in canon, where their bond isn’t really explored and Bakugou is a douche, they have a strong pack mentality here.

Fuck with one of them, you fuck with the entire group.

Unlike the rest of the mythical creatures that reside in the forest, Bakugou isn’t afraid of Shigaraki.

In fact, he’ll actively challenge the naga into fighting him.

“Your weak ass venom can only do so much against my flames! Come and bite me, you miserable snake creature!!”

Bakugou is the leader and perhaps the most powerful figure in the clan

Kirishima is the more calm and relaxed guy, often thinking up plans and not being so trigger happy.

He’s the most well known companion Bakugou has. He’ll be more willing to help travelers. He’s the self proclaimed, second in command.

Kaminari is the collector type of guy, often bringing back strange things and “twisting the truth” about where he found it.

“Yeah, I had to wrestle two bears and a monkey for this” “Kaminari, that is avocado you stole from a traveler.”

Sero is the tailor and the guy who is the only person who knows how to make clothes. Give him some fur and fabric and he’ll make the best of it.

Mina and Jiro are the weapon makers, often conjuring up spears, bow and arrows, knives and daggers for hunting. They are very friendly but aren’t afraid to attack.

They all can transform into dragons and mostly use those forms for protecting their homes.

They met Reader Chan after Kaminari snatched her from a tree. Bakugou didn’t want a human stinking up the place but Mina has already proclaimed you as her sibling and Sero had made you a fur cape. You gave them your plight: Shigadabi had kidnapped you and proclaimed you as their child, you received the aid of Hawks for a bit before having to flee, you vibed with Chisaki before you ran away in order to protect them, Toga kept you as her pet for a bit, Ochako attempted to help you before Dabi attacked her and now you’re here.

They all felt so bad and Bakugou couldn’t exactly turn you away. He’s an ass but not a complete bastard.

So now, you got an entire dragon fam to vibe with.

For now at least.

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