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prplocks ยท 2 months ago
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โœงโ wallpaper ใ€ด harua หห‹ ยดหŽห—
reblog if you save โžณ
เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆเญจโ™กเญงโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ
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coffinwoodx ยท 1 year ago
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fixed it
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sihtryggr ยท 5 months ago
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He is the half of me, I will never know.
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erinmakesgifs ยท 5 months ago
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King Aegon II Targaryen trying his best
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theeungodlyhour ยท 4 months ago
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SUNI LEE | 2024 Paris Olympics USA Women's Gymnastics Team Wins Gold at the Team Final!
+ bonus suni and simone planning the tiktoks they want to make with their medals:
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kad00dle ยท 7 months ago
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another day at the agency
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jisuto ยท 4 months ago
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aardvaark ยท 2 months ago
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i <3 when parker appears out of thin air
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stellarspecter ยท 1 year ago
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@pscentral event 20: antagonists โ†ณ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
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wintergreenoreo ยท 3 months ago
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I made one for each team cause these were fun to make :)
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nanakorobiyaokii ยท 3 months ago
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ใƒผ ส™แด๊œฐแดœส€ษชษด'๊œฑ แด›แด€แดแดษด แด›แด‡แด€แด ๊œฐษชส€๊œฑแด› สแด‡แด€ส€ ษขส€แด€แด…แด‡ แด„แด€แด˜แด›แด€ษชษด. โœฟ
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girlwiththegreenhat ยท 4 months ago
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team fortress 2 finally getting rid of the bots after 5 years
work on the team fortress 2 comic continuing after 7+ years
half life 3 development looking more likely than ever with legitimate code, file, and voicework leaks referencing a new non-VR single-player game from valve featuring a HEV suit wearing protagonist and Xen creatures and concepts
shoutout to the valve fan that found the genie lamp. you a real one
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hauntedfictionland ยท 25 days ago
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โHis dear princessโž
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โ˜พ๏ธŽโœฐโ›โ€ Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader!
๐’๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.
๐ˆ๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ฌ/๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience and grumpy X sunshine trope, Jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)
๐Ÿช๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)
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Jacaerys was infuriated with you.
Youโ€”his betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.
A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.
He hated being betrothed to you already.
Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.
But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.
Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed youโ€”of course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.
He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.
Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. โ€˜Adventures of Aegon the conquerorโ€™, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.
โ€œWhere have you been?โ€ he asks, desperate tone in his voice.
โ€œAh, Prince Jacaerys.โ€ you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. โ€œI've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?โ€
Husband.
That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.
โ€œI'm not your husband.โ€ he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, โ€œAt least not yet anyway.โ€
You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.
โ€œI have always wondered, hmm,โ€ you say, your finger coming up to your lips, โ€œdo tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?โ€
His eyes widened, โ€œWhat did you say to me?โ€
You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, โ€œI mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.โ€
His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.
โ€œHow dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!โ€ his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.
โ€œAh, you are offended.โ€ you state, as if he shouldn't be, โ€œI meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.โ€
Bastard.
You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongueโ€”tied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.
โ€œAnd I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares therโ€”โ€
โ€œI don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.โ€ he grits, his voice cold, โ€œI am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.โ€ his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.
Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.
You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.
Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragonโ€”pit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. โ€œWhat the hell do you think you're doing?!โ€ he shouts, eye wide.
You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.
โ€œWhat does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.โ€ you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for her temper, yet with you it magically disโ€”appears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.
Protecting you is.
As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.
โ€œHave you lost your mind?โ€ he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.
โ€œHave you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!โ€ you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.
โ€œJacaerysโ€”โ€
โ€œNo!โ€ he interrupts you, โ€œYou, you could have been...do you even realise..โ€
Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.
This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. โ€œPromise meโ€ he starts out, his voice low and timid, โ€œpromise you will never do that again.โ€ Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.
โ€œI promise.โ€
That, gives him great relief. โ€œGood.โ€
Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.
You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.
โ€œI'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.โ€
He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.
โ€œIt's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.โ€
You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go. It was all your fault.
โ€œNo I...โ€ he shakes his head, โ€œI never should have said that. Not only because it was so wrong but also because it was completely untrue.โ€ Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. โ€œI have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.โ€
You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.
โ€œI understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.โ€ He feels relief in your words.
But there was still something he needed to let out.
โ€œBut I...โ€ he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, โ€œI really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.โ€
He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.
โ€œWhy do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.โ€ you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, โ€œIf it was just for this, I certainly would have never.โ€
He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?
โ€œWhy then?โ€
That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?
โ€œWell,โ€ your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, โ€œFrom years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your cousins, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knewโ€”you wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.โ€
Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.
โ€œI do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.โ€
You say, a plea in your voice.
He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, โ€œFor me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.โ€
That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.
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๐ธ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘š:) ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘”๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›! ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ผ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.
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sihtryggr ยท 5 months ago
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ORPHAN (c. 1889) + ANGUISH/AGONY (c. 1878).
August Friedrich Albrecht Schenck.
insp.
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vol5greenhouse ยท 10 days ago
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oh also! some fem edits of the comics (and mr pauling)
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theeungodlyhour ยท 4 months ago
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SIMONE BILES and SUNI LEE making history as the first All-Around champions to compete against each other in an Olympic All-Around Final!
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