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themotherofhorses · 14 days
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and to all ya lil whiny bitches in my inbox sending me shit that subtly implies ghost would straight up murder an indigenous woman, here ya go:
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this is a post for the cod fandom, specifically towards ghoap shippers because what some of y'all are doing is DISUSTING.
firstly, let's make something VERY clear: ghost x soap is NOT canon and it never will be canon. in fact, their relationship is PURELY platonic yet some of you guys always want a romantic relationship to happen whenever there's a male friendship. are you allergic to platonic relationship's or something? because they do exist.
with that that said: STOP ATTACKING CONTENT CREATORS AND THOSE WHO HAVE AN OC WITH EITHER GHOST OR SOAP (or any other 141 task force member). STOP ATTACKING BIPOC OCs ESPECIALLY AND STOP SPREADING HATE TOWARDS THOSE WITH COD OCs IN GENERAL.
what you are doing is VERY disrespectful and I dare I say, immature. you are not giving creators a chance at having a safe space nor are you letting them have fun pairing an oc with a character in the COD-verse, especially when they want to pair them with either ghost or soap.
please stop attacking these OC creators and stop using oc discourse on them.
just be kind and respectful to everyone in the fandom, let's not spread hate.
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themotherofhorses · 20 days
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pretty necklace for pretty girl
@themotherofhorses and @priceseyes and I were discussing our AUs when:
Vic:"Vivi when it's Simon's birthday?"
Me: "November 13th"
*Vic shows me an orange citrine*
Vic: Simon gives Eden this stone to show everyone that Eden is his
*Me fainting*
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themotherofhorses · 26 days
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Tanaya Beatty as Avery in ‘Yellowstone’ S01
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themotherofhorses · 1 month
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this is literally so fking gorgeous, thank you sm, my love <33
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It doesn't matter where I am
I'm yours
Valentine's day gift for @themotherofhorses and her pairing Dove and Ghost 🌹(THESE TWO RAAAAAHH 😭💞💞💞)
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themotherofhorses · 1 month
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happy v-day from my pretty indigenous girl & her violently british bf ♥️
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themotherofhorses · 1 month
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AAAAH HELP ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL GIFT FROM @themotherofhorses , I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY EXCEPT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU🥺🥺🥺💚💚
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themotherofhorses · 1 month
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LOOK AT THIS JOTHENA VALENTINE'S DAY THEMED MOODBOARD the moot @themotherofhorses made me!!! this is so good, i love it!!!! 💞💞💞💞
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themotherofhorses · 1 month
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The Álvarez siblings
Tagged by @alexxmason @aceghosts @leviiackrman thank you!!
Tagging: @carlosoliveiraa @bbrocklesnar @yuelaos-codex @simonxriley @finding-comfort-in-rain @ghastlyrider @onehornedbeast @cassieuncaged @marivenah @cloudofbutterflies92 @collinnmckinley @hollytanaka (I’m encouraging you😆) @themotherofhorses @macs-babies and anyone else who wants to do it💕💕
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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[submits an application to attend the 2024 american psychology-law society conference]
[discusses—in my application—how this would be a WONDERFUL opportunity for me (a TWENTY-year-old master’s student in her second MS semester) to gain experience and insight into the field]
[gets denied because “you don’t have enough experience/a current career in forensic psychology.”]
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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she’s stronger than me, i would’ve fought the boss till she heard jerusalem bells
Wip Wednesday
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Tagged by the lovely @kyber-infinitygems and @simonxriley . I'm still writing the chapter but I wanted to leave a little WIP for you all. I hope you like it.
An air of misunderstanding meandered among the four, Eden was ready to tell her boss to go to hell if it were not for the fact that she had promised her grandmother Helen to behave herself after the latter' s recent retirement. She missed seeing her grandmother roaming the halls of the spy agency. Since she had retired that place had become oppressive, annoying in fact.
"Mrs. C if you please I do not think it is wise to take Eden off the case."
"Mr. Riley I understand that Spectra is your fiancée however" the woman got up from the chair "these investigations should be done mostly by MI5, Eden did what she had to do."
"Hmm, strangely you decide to take the investigation away from her? It seems a little strange to me Mrs. C"
A vice of Soap(but something Eden admired) was to always tell it like it was, indeed after her boss had told her to investigate it seemed strange to her that she had changed her mind. Eden already had an inkling as to who might have persuaded the woman to turn the investigation over to internal affairs, and she had confirmation of this when she saw from the doorway, in his fancy suit, David enter.
"Now it's all explained" the masked man did not hide his indignation at seeing the lawyer enter, with the investigation in the hands of David and his team certainly there would be problems in the investigation.
Tag:@chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @corvosattano @onehornedbeast @themotherofhorses @alexxmason @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @thewanderer-000 @thedeadthree @pvnkesttt @sinclxirx @marivenah @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi @katsigian @theelderhazelnut @dickytwister @voidika
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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bestie! i actually have a series for this! it’s just like animals ☺️
you can pretend it's not meant to be (but you can't stay away from me)
summary: to you, he is fictional. but to him, you are everything and more. he can't live without you. and, really, there is no use in trying to run away, he'll always find you.
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pairing: (somewhat) dark!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
warnings: explicit language. noncon to dubcon. abduction. massive obsessive tendencies on aemond's part. breeding kink. slight spitting kink. pregnancy.
note: hey this is me practicing writing smut because ive never ever done it before and i don't know jackshit like wtf is a dick hahaha im dreading posting this hahahasendhelpplshaha
masterlist | series masterlist
part two | part three | part four | part five
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How did you end up here?
That was all you could ask yourself, over and over again.
It had only been hours ago, maybe, that you were sitting at home, rewatching the first season of House of the Dragon for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Perhaps you dozed off on the couch too, but that was it. You have heard of shifting techniques before- ways to visit your favorite fictional worlds- but you never sought to try them out yourself.
College left you too busy with assignments and textbook readings, as well as the constant and unwavering pressure to maintain both your scholarships and high GPA.
Ever the dutiful and driven daughter, hungry for academic validation and success.
Oh, fuck, your scholarships!
Your GPA!
All those assignments and discussions and exams!
And what about your family? Your mother and father? And your best friend?
Aemond Targaryen seems not to understand your words, and why you tell, beg, and plead for him to let you go. “Please, I need to go home,” you cry loudly, while yanking at the thick knots that bound you to his bedframe, “please! My family, my friends. They will be worrying when they don’t hear from me, and all my hard work and accomplishments, it will be for nothing! Please, I beg you, let me go home.”
But he just chuckles and kisses your forehead and says, “Oh, my sweet girl, I’m your family now. Or what is of it.” His lips feel so soft and wonderful, and how desperately you wish to enjoy the feeling. But not like this. You cannot think properly nor muster any sort of response, too distracted and stressed and focused on calming your breathing.
“Although,” he then adds with a smirk, “it truly is not considered a family until you have a babe of your own…or two.”
At his words, you tremble and whimper and try your best to break free, though it is all in stupid and foolish vain. There is no going anywhere, the knots are too tight and Aemond can easily overpower you. All you can do is stare up at the man you once considered your favorite character in the series, ever since the eighth episode aired and he stole your heart and soul and burrowed himself deep within your most inner thoughts and fixation.
“Do not worry,” he says, and you can see a twinkle in the violet of his eye. He rests a hand on your collarbone, gently drawing little shapes across the skin. “Good things will come out of this night, my love, I promise you that.”
Look on the bright side, you tell yourself, in some dumb attempt to steel your nerves, better Aemond Targaryen to lose your virginity to.
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“You need to be quieter, my darling-” Aemond murmurs close to your ear “-we do not need curious ears listening in, do we?” He has you riding him, both hands clutching your hips as you do your best to bounce on his cock and match his thrusts. You’re sloppy and inexperienced, and a bit confused on what exactly to do, but it is so endearing that his lips curl into a grin.
Oh, you were made for me, he thinks, watching the way your glazed-over eyes try to hold his gaze. He will have you believe that by the end of the night, dawning if necessary.
There is much rush now that he found you, now that he has the chance to claim you.
You still moan, loud and high-pitched, and he slaps a hand flat over your mouth to shut you up. It makes your pretty and teary eyes widen more as you grab at his wrist, holding onto it while he tuts. “I’ll move my hand when you learn to listen to your husband and stay quiet. No one is allowed to hear my wife in her pleasure. No one but I.” At that, you bat your eyelashes at him, breasts heaving as he leans you down, so close your lips nearly touch, and Aemond can feel your heavy pants against his mouth.
“They will take you away from me, and ship you far across the world where I can’t find you,” he hisses, pinching your swollen nipple between his fingers, “I can’t have that. No, no, do you hear me? I will not survive being torn from you.”
The mere thought of losing you, either at the hands of his mother and grandsire or you returning to your homeland, fills him with sheer dread.
He does not know how to tell you that you are the girl of his dreams, everything he has desired and more. He has seen you in his nighttime slumbers and in the gleam of the summer sunlight and up among the black midnight stars.
But the words fall apart on his tongue, and all he can do is lay beneath you and marvel at your beauty: cheekbones and pretty puffy lips and the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure, and how you look utterly delicious and ruined.
“You were made for me,” he breathes in awe, palming at both your breasts. You have to believe him, this sweet and pretty girl of his, how could you not? The gods above created you for him, he will make you see it. “You are taking me so fucking well,” and Aemond flattens a palm against your belly, where he can feel the slight bulge of his cock. “Look at you, you’re my dream come true.” He thrusts his hips up, fucking into you harder and deeper. It makes you squeal and go cross-eyed.
“Is this too much? I know you can handle it, my darling. My love, my sweet girl,” he purrs.
Aemond swipes at the drool pooling at your lips before stuffing two fingers in. “Fuck,” he whines, breathing hard, slipping his other hand in between your thighs, and with his thumb, rubbing at your clit. Your face twists in a gasp as you tremble, your entire body tightening until you cream over his cock, your loud moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.
“Good girl,” he hums, slowing his thrusts, “Such a good fucking girl. Look at that, did that feel good, my love?” he asks you.
You nod, rocking your hips back and forth. Your thighs shaking and your face scrunching in complete bliss as you start again, taking his cock deep in your stomach with tiny bounces. “Please- please- please-” you babble against his palm. “I-I want- I need-”
“Want what, my sweet girl? Need what, my darling wife?”
You don’t answer, too overtaken by the pleasure. Aemond chuckles and leans upwards, to bury his face between your breasts. You are absolutely stunning, gorgeous, a living goddess; how he went this long without you is baffling. “You wish for my seed. Is that what you want?” he mutters against your nipple, “of course you do, this belly is too empty, isn’t it? My son should be sleeping inside.” His fingers pinch your clit, and you gasp again. “You’ll be the prettiest mother. You were made to carry my children. You were made for me,” and he pulls your face back to his, with a rough grip on your chin.
“Tell me,” he demands through a pant, “tell me how fucking badly you need my seed. Tell me…tell me right now.”
“I- I need it-“ you choke out, but then you shake your head. “No- No I can’t! I- I need to go- go home!”
Aemond laughs, so hard he flings his head back. The sight takes you by surprise before he shoves you off, causing you to land next to him on the bed. You stare up at him, wide eyed and puzzled and swollen and covered in countless bites and bruises. In one swing, he forces your face into the pillow as he mounts you from behind, fucking you hard. His fingers return to your clit, squeezing and tweaking and not caring one bit about your muffled yelps and whines
“You’ll learn, my sweet girl, but perhaps not tonight. I am your home now, do you understand? I’m your family, your husband, and the father to your children.”
He grabs a fistful of damp hair and yanks your face back, never once slowing his thrusts. Your mouth is open with many moans spilling out, eyes clouded with tears, and cheeks flushed. With his lips next to your ear, he whispers, “You are going nowhere.” Then propping himself on one arm, he trails small kisses up your back to your shoulder blade until his mouth slams down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss.
And when he pulls away, his fingertips squeeze your cheeks together as he demands for you to open your mouth. "You are mine," he grunts, "you belong to me," before spitting into it. "Good, now swallow."
And when you do, he smiles.
"There, see?" he coos, leaning to kiss your forehead as he feels you tighten around his cock. He was going to seed you again, deep inside your womb. Come the morning, he knows his son will be in there, and he can hardly wait.
"My wife, my darling girl, the only woman deserving of me and all of me. Only me." He watches you sob at that, pink lips pressing in a tight line as fat tears streak down both cheeks. "Oh, do not worry, my love. You're too lovely to be crying," and he uses his thumb to brush away the tears, "I'm here to give you the life you deserve," he vows, so lovingly, "you will want for nothing."
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With a loud huff, you plop yourself on the couch.
The saying “home sweet home” never felt more sincere until now. It took much time and planning and effort and sneaking around on your part, but you managed to find a way to escape from Aemond Targaryen, though not without consequences. Your belly was growing only larger with every new moon, and your babe was starting to shift around more. At most times, you could feel the fluttering sensation across the bottom of your tummy, and every now and then, the tiniest kick.
It was adorable, you admitted, and you tried your best to find enjoyment throughout the pregnancy, sometimes wondering at night about who your child would resemble.
Would their looks favor yours? Or would they favor their father, with his Valyrian features- that iconic silver hair and violet eyes. The latter worried you the most. How could you even begin to explain why your child looked as if they belonged in the Game of Thrones series, specifically in House Targaryen?
Speaking of such, you had not touched House of the Dragon since you arrived back home all those months ago, too unwilling to turn on the tv and see the man whose child you were mysteriously carrying in your womb. It just did not make any sense, it felt more like a weird dream than reality.
But you were dying of boredom. The dragonling (you had taken to nicknaming the baby that, it sounded both cute and appropriate) was stealing away most of your time and energy, and your mother refused to allow you to do anything that could cause harm or add more unnecessary stress.
So you bit your tongue and swallowed down your grumbles and settled comfortably on the couch before opening Fire and Blood.
“Fucking crazy to think that this is a book of your family’s history,” you mumbled to your baby bump, “fictional my ass.”
So you read, to yourself and to your babe. Read about Aegon’s Conquest and the Year of the Three Brides and King Jaehaerys and his Alysanne and their triumphs and tragedies and legacy, and you read until you reached The Dying of the Dragons, the Blacks and the Greens, where you just sighed.
“And when Alicent sent for her second son to fly to Storm’s End, with the purpose of securing Borros Baratheon’s loyalty to Aegon II by winning the hand of one of his daughters, the Four Storms, the truth was finally known. One-eyed Prince Aemond, twenty and one, had taken a wife of his own in secret, a young maiden not of Westeros (according to Mushroom). Yet Prince Aemond lost her a month into their marriage, although by that time he had become so besotted with his bride, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of living without her or taking another woman as his new wife.
With Prince Aemond refusing his mother’s orders, Queen Alicent had little choice but to send her youngest, Prince Daeron, in his place to Storm’s End. And by the seventh month, Prince Daeron wedded Floris Baratheon, and Prince Aemond One-Eye had reunited with his wife, who was heavy with child by the time he found her.”
You suddenly glance up from the book pages, feeling your heart hammering so hard in your chest that it seems at the end of your throat. On the wall, to your right, hung the calendar which you had taken to use as a means of tracking your pregnancy.
In two weeks, you’ll be at your seventh-month mark.
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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Do you write X Male stuff? ;3
If not, apologies for bothering you! :( :)
nonsense, you’re not bothering anyone AT ALL!
but i do not write “x male fics,” love! all my works tend to be written with an indigenous girl in mind; in fact, im actually moving onto “x OC” stuff now.
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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eddie spears in dreamkeeper, 2003
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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i call this “unusual but maybe funny propaganda for vic’s paloma series”
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TANAYA BEATTY as VIOLET RUNNINGHORSE MURDER AT YELLOWSTONE CITY dir. Richard Gray
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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do y’all think they explored each other’s bodies?
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You're the whole world and the world is mine.
Joel Miller and Athena Kallis-Miller - Katipo: A TLOU Spidey AU.
tlou-verse: a masterlist.
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Got around to messing with photoshop for the first time and made this! It was super fun so, expect more posts like this in the future. :)
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themotherofhorses · 2 months
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We're a mess you and I, but the truth is, you captivate me in ways no soul ever will.
Another edit (very difficult because Photopea is very difficult to use) but I'm satisfied with the result
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Tag @chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @kaitaiga @corvosattano @onehornedbeast @themotherofhorses @alexxmason @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @thewanderer-000 @thedeadthree @priceseyes @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi @katsigian @voidika
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