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[girlwiththoughts13]

No place for a Dragon

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader

Warnings: Targ-cest/ smut!

Word count: 1k

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The cold winds and bitter snow that dust over your skin feels far more harsh against the heat your body naturally emits. The frigid temperatures of Winterfell is no place for a dragon. The thought of remaining here until the ends of your days is more frightening than the prospect of marriage. For the lord stark is a kind and honorable man, that rarity alone makes your dreadful thoughts gently fade.

Despite this union being an arranged one-all to strengthen the north as a ally for your mother Rhaenrya- Cregan Stark had done his best the last 2 sennights of your residence in the foreboding halls to quail your concerns of a loveless marriage. He vowed to aways be faithful, and in time, come to love you as deeply as a man loves a woman.

There was no doubt you would preform your duties and give the wolf of the north your companionship, your body, and your name, but your heart was not as compliant.

It's not that you didn't find him attractive or kind or all the things a lady would hope for in a future husband; however your heart simply did not beat, at his more than adequate attributes.

How you wished to rip put your own heart, tear it asunder and remold it to fit the lord stark. He may speak true, as the years come love will grow.

In the main Hall of the keep you clutch onto the furs wrapped around your shoulders and await to meet the kinslayer himself. It has been long since you set your eyes upon your uncle. It seems he is still as brazen as ever, showing up to a house that went against Aegon's claim and alone at that. You wondered what was crossing through his mind. Did he think to take on the soldiers on his own? Even vhagar would not be able to defeat thousands of angry northern men.

Regardless of the trap you suspected, if able, capturing the second son of the whore Queen would be a feat for your side.

Lord stark stood beside you, jaw set and hand tightened around his sword. You could feel his eyes move to the side of your face, no doubt blaming you for the arrival of the man with the largest dragon in the known world.

Continuing to stare straight you decide to break the thick silence. "Will you turn me in to save your house?" The worry has set in your thoughts since the circling of the monstrous beast was spotted. Aemond surely is not here to discuss the notion of peace.

"Do you think so low of me?" You finally meet his gaze and find nothing short of offense, Starks were no oath breakers, to be accused by his betrothed of all people, made him believe he was not doing enough for you or the war efforts.

Before you could answer, the large wooden doors creaked open snapping your stare to the approaching men.

Four men surrounded the dragon prince as they walked, ensuring he did not try to assassinate there liege lord or their princess.

When the men came to a halt your betrothed stepped forward shielding you from view.

"I'd say I admire your boldness but I believe it's just stupidity that has lead you to my lands" Cregan spoke with clear distain and although his back was to you, you know his face is just as thunderous.

"I had to see for myself if the rumors were true, my dear niece being sold off. Tell me Lord Stark has she spread her legs for you yet? If she's anything like her mother then I suppose that answers that." Aemond speaks with a cruel tone and a smirk that never falters splayed across his face. The allegations against you and your mother, wretches a small gasp from your lips.

"How dare you, come here, dishonor Lord Stark and spew vile insults toward my mother the Queen and her daughter? I could have your head for that, send it to your bitch of a mother" The sudden sound of your voice and the threat against his mother struck a nerve if the hard-set in his eye was anything to go by.

"Nyke g��ntan daor māzigon kesīr naejot vīlībagon nyke jorrāelagon naejot ȳdragon lēda ao mērī" I did not come here to fight I need to speak with you, alone. His switch to your mother tongue was a obvious slight to Cregan, but you had not time to dwell on that, not when he was asking the impossible of you.

You did not give him the satisfaction of answering him in your native language. "Do you think I'd go anywhere with you alone? So that you may slit my throat or worse take me to the red keep as a hostage of the usurpers?"

"Give me one reason not to string you up? Or send you to the Dragon Queen?" Cregan obviously had picked up on Aemond's intentions and had begun to reach his limits of his presence.

The sinister smile returned on Aemond's face, making your blood run cold, knowing his hand was about to be revealed. "You're right. You could kill me right now or keep me as a prisoner, but not before Vhager burns this entire castle to the ground. I am prepared to meet my maker, are you Lord Stark?"

The Lord of Winterfell goes to rebuttal such a threat but Aemond continues. "Or, niece, we could have civil conversation, after which I promise to return you to your pup."

You step around Cregan, prompting him to reach his hand out to stop you from advancing. He gives you a pointed look, one you return.

You place your hand atop his to soothe his worries. You lean up to his ear and he angles his face down to meet yours. "I'll be okay, your house shouldn't suffer over a mere denial of conversation" The whisper of your voice reaches him and only him. You pull away to show your resolve leaning up once more to press a firm kiss on his cheek. Squeezing his arm as you pass.

Reaching Aemond he holds out his own arm to you, one you ignore. He lets out a chuckle and gives his head a light shake.

As you walk Aemond tells you of a cottage he happened upon, a near by place he had left Vhagar awaiting his return. Although you hate the idea of leaving the safety of Winterfell grounds, Aemond will not budge to a private audience in your quarters, therefore you walk silently beside him.

You stop walking when you both reach the door of the quaint cottage. Vhagar a little off to the side puffing out hot air, that reaches you from where you stand. He looks back at you with amusement. "Scared niece?"

Donning a smirk of your own you proceed onward aware of the mistake you were making and finding you did not care at all.

"Ohh.. Fuck!" The moans run out of your open mouth as your slammed up and down on Aemond's cock in rapid motions. The echo of your skins clapping together Is heard throughout the small space and should any one happen to find themselves taking a stroll near the grounds would surely hear the raptures of your pure pleasure.

Aemond latches onto your bouncing tit, suckling at your nipple and bringing a hand to knead the other. His free hand that rested upon your lower back, reaches up to take a strong hold on the back of your head, yanking the sliver tresses back from where you hidden your head in the crook of his neck.

He moves his feet to root them to the ground, to meet your thrust, your rhythm restrained by the small chair you ride him on.

"Does your pup still believe you a maiden?" His thrust growing harsher at the mention of your intended. "Does he know I've ruined you? Gotten deep inside this tight cunt and imprinted my name on the mouth of your womb?" It is a wonder he speaks as if not strained from supporting your weight atop him and the excursion of fucking up into you.

There is no desire within you to answer. You wish to forget of the realities of the outside world and be here and now. Feeling his warm skin on yours creating fire that stokes you completely alight. This will be the last time you lay together the war of fire and blood rearing its rotten head. You realize that was the reason for this. Showing up and demanding an audience with you. Risking his life for one more night with his princess, his niece, his love.

You place one small palm on his mouth to stop more vulgarness from spewing out. "Just shut up and fuck me harder, unless the dragon would like to yield to the wolf?" Aemond lets out a growl and winds his arms around you, standing to his full height with you in his arms. He manages to stay inside you as he walks you to the near by table. When he sets you down he pushes down on your stomach to lay your back flat against it,

The way he was fucking you earlier has nothing on the way he pounded into you now, practically embedding your skin in the oak of the table. Aemond has one hand on your hip and the other comes up to wrap tightly around your throat cutting off your air immediately. Your hand grabs his wrist but you make no attempt to free yourself from his grasp. Despite the circumstances there is no fear in your body, instead you find hot arousal, one that makes your already wet cunt gush more liquid at the base of his cock.

"My, my, look at this, what a sight" You glance up at him, his eye trained directly on the place where his cock disappears within you.

His deft fingers circle up to your clit and that is your undoing, your legs shake from around his waist and your back arches up, head thrown back, a loud moan tearing through you.

Aemond lifts you up to him, from the gap you made when your back raised off the table. Your head falls on his shoulder, limp from being throughly sated. Gone are the precise thrusts, replaced by quick hard shoves inside you, desperate to reach his peak. Once more he tugs your head back and kisses you deeply passionately, It remind you of when you were children, ignored by your elders and seeking love in each other. Kisses hidden beneath the blanket of darkness.

Aemond's stills and groans quietly as his seed fills you to the very end of you and there is a small part of you that hopes it takes root, so that you may have a piece of him always, even when he is gone.

"I love you" You both whisper, low as if you will be strike down by all the gods if heard.

Mayhap's you have already been scorned by their fury.

[midnight-in-town]

Ao no Exorcist is a Shonen series written by a woman and it shows

Since the latest chapter, I've been thinking about how several usual Shonen tropes are written rather differently under Kato-sensei's pen. No judgement or anything, it's just cool to observe. Some examples :

1) Rin's mentor is a woman

2) Rin's secret, despite being the MC, was revealed in ch13 to the entire cast, meanwhile Shiemi, The Main Girl, who was introduced to be so helpless is only starting to be explained.

3) Also, the Mysterious plot-relevant Shonen Parent is actually the twins' mother. (Of course Shiro is super plot-relevant too, but Satan is still angsting over Yuri and she's a huge part of the reason why he's the big bad)

4) Rin also changed his view about his future throughout the story: from dropping out of school, passing by hoping to become the Order's Paladin (probably to cope with Shiro's death and also to antagonize Arthur), to finally showing way more interest and potential in the (less epic and heroic in appearance) field of talismanic cooking.

5) When it comes to arcs, mental illness is a valid reason to build a character arc around...

6) And so is making an arc about girls being "cursed" to basically "get married and have children before they hit 30, the age where their beauty fade thus they become useless" :

7) ANE is a story about women becoming traitors to protect their loved ones, like Mamushi

or becoming overwhelmed because men toyed with their feelings like Tamamo

8) Older women can be absolute badasses like Shiemi's grandma

or Lucy.

9) Complicated mother-daughter relationship and girl friendships are given as much focus as complicated father-son relationships and sweet bro friendships (like Bon and his dad during the Kyoto arc, as well as the complicated but deep bond between the Kyoto Trio)

10) And one of my favorites: full time single dad, asking for help to do the job as well as he can and finding his true purpose in life by doing so :D

Hmm and now that I think about it, the only other Shonen series written by a woman I've been as invested in is Kuroshitsuji, by Yana Toboso, and similar examples can be found in it too, namely:

1) If Ciel ever finally admits needing a mentor, his aunt Frances will probably play that role

2) Girls can be super strong & skilled (Elizabeth, Mey Rin) and clever (Sieglinde)

3) (one part of) the Big Bad is a woman (Queen Victoria)

4) maybe Ciel's entire revenge stems from a conflict between Queen Victoria and Ciel's maternal grandmother, Claudia.

5) the Undertaker has been a continuously freaking pain in the ass because he probably fell in love with that same maternal grandmother and couldn't mourn properly

TL;DR we love our boys and their spectacular growth and development under women's pens a.k.a shonen series written by ladies are hella fun to read. :D

[bits-and-babs]

Joel Miller fucking you with his hand over your mouth because Ellie or someone else is in the sleeping bag next to you 🥵

05. voyeurism || joel miller masterlist || main masterlist

Joel slides inside of you so easily that it makes your mind whirl. His promise to fuck you nice and slow when you got to the safe house was being fulfilled, his thick cock stretching you out. He’s rock hard, pulsing and forcing your legs as wide as the sleeping bag will allow but fuck it’s so much!

He hushes you, forcing your mind to suddenly realise you’re whimpering out his name. A chorus of Joel, Joel, Jo-. His palm settles heavily over your mouth, the metallic scent of blood and earthy soil floods your senses, and you feel your pulse around his cock.

Ellie sleeps soundly in her sleeping bag only meters away, and Joel smothers your whines in an attempt to prevent you from waking her. Again.

“Sh-sh-sh,” he shushes, rocking his hips up into you slowly. The fabric of the sleeping bag rustles, and Joel has to be careful not to make too much noise with each rock into you. The print of his index finger, calloused after years of pulling triggers, circles your neglected clit in diligent circles. “Tha’s it, Darlin’. Can feel it comin’ already, can’t you?”

Fuck, you can. You can feel it building inside of you, a slow, teasing crescendo. Wails die on your tongue behind his hand, your lips ao pressed by his palm and its firm hold. Joel twitches inside of you, and you momentarily consider if he likes this- smothering you like one of his torture victims.

The thought causes your cunt to flood and stutter around him, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel it built and build and build-

“Feels good don’t it, Pumpkin? Give it to me good now, Darlin’.”

Unbearable. It squeezes you around Joel’s cock so tight that even your lungs seize up. Joel’s fingers continue to work you up and up, your orgasm peaking and yet building at the same time when he shifts your hips up and catches something bone shattering inside of you. God, you nearly scream.

The rapture blinds you, white spots peppering your vision as Joel moans through your bliss. A little ‘mhmm’ that is so gravelly you feel it grit against your skin like sand paper. The aftershocks of your orgasm spark through you, making your thighs twitch from their elevated angle over his hips.

“I need another one, baby. You can give me another, can’t you? Give me another. That’s it, oh, that’s it. Yes, yes- good girl.”

[basimdasasonst]

snw spock rant

i've been watching strange new worlds recently, and the prevailing feeling i always leave with, no matter the episode, is that i would like it if not for spock.

don't get me wrong; i'm a tos fan to my core. star trek launched me into a love of sci-fi and space fiction and is the whole reason i'm in university studying astrophysics, why i'm writing a book using said inner astrophysics nerd, why i have any sense of purpose to me, cliche as it is to say. star trek was an integral, important part of my upbringing, and continues to be one of my main interests to this day. i love jim (and i love snw jim! especially after aos kirk (shudders)) and i love bones (i really hope he joins snw soon....leonard mccoy save us....save us leonard mccoy...) and i love scotty and i love spock. but not snw spock.

here's the thing about spock: his internal character conflicts have always had some sort of root in him being not enough/not vulcan enough/not human enough/etc. his struggles with relationships as a result – because, lets face it, both humans and vulcans are social creatures and need friends otherwise society as a whole wouldn't be a thing on either world – make up a core part of his character. in tos, his relationship struggles were nearly purely platonic, with a few offhand remarks about stray crew members having crushes on him (uhura in early first season, chapel in amok time). 

s1e4 "the naked time". spock, right before losing his figurative Marbles, sees "love mankind" written on a wall. later, he goes on to say to jim: "when i feel friendship for you, i'm ashamed." other posts have done and will do better jobs of explaining it, but in conjunction with "sinner" written on the turbolift near jim (about not being able to form lasting relationships with other crewmates because its too much of a power imbalance), the writing on the wall (literally) is that spock is inherently ashamed of his humanity. he has been raised on vulcan to be a vulcan.

his internal conflict is always about him struggling with his human side. he struggles with friendship, he struggles with his humanity, he struggles to be something that people don't immediately deem wrong. as a gay man, and certainly as a young queer child first watching tos, i felt closest to spock not just because of feeling ashamed of part of my cultural heritage, but also because of repression. spock represses these feelings of insecurity, of friendship, of the need for connection in others in a certain way, so much that it causes him pain. growing up gay, his pain was very real to me. writing on the wall. he’s silly and a cool character of course, but he resonated with me in a way that, at the time, i didn’t have anything to resonate with. 

what does this all have to do with me hating snw spock so much? i want to preface this by saying i went into snw really wanting to love it. i saw the intro and the planets and the nebulae and the black hole and the music and was like "damn, this is fucking cool." star trek, to some part of me, was also about the space exploration aspect as much as the characters. the whims of wacky crewmembers and sentient rocks. the impossibly infinite things nature can form on its own. snw looked fun. i really wanted to like it. and you know what? i almost like it.

except for spock. quite literally the only character i have any quarrels with is spock. dehydrated, glistening, oiled up spock. wtf. why is he in a relationship with t'pring? why does he (almost) cheat on her with chapel? and why chapel??????????? chapel has a one-sided (VERY CLEARLY ONE SIDED) crush on him in tos. why is it two sided now. 

what, and i can't stress this enough, the fuck? 

and don't come into my house and tell me "oh you know, it makes sense, because, because then spock gets all hard and Logical and shuts himself off and obviously the reason for that is a breakup–" No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no no no no. i don't care if it makes “sense” it feels so intrinsically wrong to his character. i’ve had much more character development from losing life-long friends than ending barely a year long relationships. spock wouldn’t immediately shut down because he kissed a girl once and then she said “acshually sowwy my work is more important” when that’s the exact sentiment he echoed to t’pring when they broke up.

more importantly, snw spock barely has friends. he calls pike a friend once or twice, but i hardly believe that they're friends. he barely interacts with la'an or erica, he has a few passing conversations with uhura in season 1 on episodes about her that don't really carry into season 2, and otherwise he's just There. he doesn't have friends in snw. the writers are prioritising him having a romantic relationship over a friendship. snw spock needs a friend way more than he needs a bone buddy. and it really rubs me the wrong way the way the relationship with chapel was portrayed to be first friendly and then romantic. i never believed for a second that he and chapel were friends – despite the screenwriters trying. every time they talked prior to s2e5 there was this odd undercurrent of sexuality that seemed to follow them. lingering looks, touching fingertips, long pauses – it was so unbelievably awkward and obvious that they were setting up a relationship between the two. i mean, for fucks sake, s1e1 uhura calls chapel "spock's girlfriend." boy did my blood boil when i figured out that was where the show was going. s1e5 was actually painful for me to get through (chapel sits down, gives spock relationship advice, giggles, smacks him upside the head, and calls him an idiot. 2017 wattpad is calling, they want their material back) and i had to take two full days to get through s2e5 because i was in anguish the whole time. it was a constant mental barrage of "spock wouldn't say that," and "spock wouldn't do that," and "this is not spock."

for the most part, i couldn't figure out why spock and chapel's relationship specifically bothered me so much. i mean i have my quarrels with la'an and jim, and i really don't give much of a care about pike and batel so why was spock and chapel grating on me so badly? was it because it was being shoved in my face? was the writing that much more atrocious than the others? was it the decimation of spock's character?

it was, i found, a product of all of those and the issue of queerness. 

look; i've survived sherlock bbc, i’ve survived the golden age of quotev fandom in 2016, i've bared witness to so much queerbaiting in my life that i don't even bother trying to hope for any sort of main character queer representation anymore. we’re going to be a footnote until someone does something about it. unfortunately, that’s not going to be me because i’m not a film director. so i look the other way and steam about it on twitter or tumblr or whatever hoping that i, like many other frustrated queer people, get noticed one day in the far future when it’s ok to have a queer romance in mainstream, it’s ok to have a queer main character, and it’s ok to let it simmer slowly and burn instead of jumping into it to say “look guys we’re woke!!!!!” (star trek literally was the pioneer for most of these things back in the day. but that’s another discussion on the heterosexualisation of progressive media that i wont get into. it just feels bitterly funny that this is happening to star trek of all things.) these days i just pretend the relationships dont exist and skip over them when they happen. i've developed a sixth sense for when weird, forced heterosexuality is about to be shoved down my oesophagus. i've just gotten used to it. 

but sphapel (or whatever it's called) burned through me. i've never felt quite this angry at an on screen relationship. and, trust me, i saw AOS. i didn't like spuhura then and i don't like it now but i wasn't angry so much as i was just tired and annoyed. but spock was – and always is to me, confused, queer 10 year old me – a queer character. his struggle with humanity, with friendship, with fitting in, with just being as a perceived "other" was what made him an interesting character to me to begin with. he was a certain outlet to vent that frustration for being "wrong" in society no matter how hard you try to conform one way or another. the knowledge that even if you are different, you still have people backing you up. his fucking friendships, guys. jim and bones. yes i know his friendship with jim is also inherently romantic dont worry im spirk #1 shipper but that’s not relevant here because, and forgive me for being pessimistic, i don’t believe for a second that these writers are going to lean into spirk anytime soon. their relationship went beyond friendship or romance or any of that stuff. coughs in the roddenberry footnote.

what i’m trying to say here, in layman’s terms, is that giving a friendless character a romantic relationship is exactly how you alienate a character. name one person you know in real life that can survive healthily with one single relation, that being their romantic partner that they have no friendly base of. you can’t. that’s a toxic relationship. that’s not romance, that’s alienation. that’s isolation. that’s loneliness. and that’s the OPPOSITE OF WHAT EXPLORING SPOCK’S HUMAN SIDE IS SUPPOSED TO DO TO HIM .

by stripping spock of his friends, and forcing his arc to be purely romantic, you have essentially stripped the character of all he is. i'd be mad if chapel was a dude, too, honestly speaking. but beyond that, corralling spock of all people into a heterosexual romantic relationship is – well. it's a choice i don't think i can ever agree with. the best way i can describe such a choice is like a dissonant chord – you can pluck the notes and they'll sound fine on their own, but when you put them together they will clash. there is nothing you can do with your fingers to play the same notes and not cause the clash. they will always clash. it is dissonance ringing through you, an inherent wrongness coupled with writing that is lazy and clearly meant for a very specific audience. snw spock is bad writing, fanservice, and extraordinarily out of character. notes i can tolerate on their own, but strung together – dissonant.

i really want to like snw. fuck, i love la'an, i love erica, i love jim (!!! thank you paul wesley for making him a nerd, and kind (glares at AOS), and generally a jim kirk that i can look at and say, "yeah, that's jim alright"), i love uhura, i love una, i love m'benga and i love pike but i hate spock. i really, truly, cannot like snw when i have to pause the show and take an irritated deep breath in every time i see chapel approach spock. it's – frustrating, and alienating, and wrong. so, so wrong. 

[cloud-somersault]

AU of Constellations where everything is the same...except Wukong is the one that's killed and sent to Hell.

Macaque immediately regrets killing his mate (which is the same as Constellations) but...now he's left with the pilgrims... So, he transforms into Wukong and takes his place. He decides to play the part and continue the journey, but Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie, and Ao Lie know that Macaque is pretending to be Wukong. It takes them some time, but they notice his mannerisms aren't 100% perfect.

Macaque comes clean to the three of them (Not Tripitaka because Macaque quickly realizes that he would panic and make things worse) and fills the three of them in on his plan: he's going to resurrect Wukong, but needs their help to do it.

Still being cursed, Macaque is unable to perform advanced magic. He requires the help of the three demons to cast the spell. And, as we know, resurrecting someone requires a deal being made.

They go through with the spell, and Macaque is the one to make contact with King Yan. The King asks what Macaque's terms and conditions are. To resurrect the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, he'll have to give up something. King Yan remembers him from his punishment/curse, and is intentionally being an asshole to make things more difficult.

Macaque says...if Wukong is returned to life, he will give up all of his magic.

King Yan eagerly accepts and Wukong is returned swiftly. He is hearty and whole and doesn't begrudge Macaque too much for killing him. He wasn't down in the Underworld long enough to suffer true punishment. Macaque resurrected him so quickly, Wukong was still climbing the stairs to reach the gates. (He's still greatly upset that he died at all and is traumatized from it, but he's quicker to forgive than Macaque is in the main AU.)

But now...Macaque can no longer perform spells. His shadow magic is gone. The celestial magic inside of him is gone. His eyes are no longer gold, but violet. He can no longer use his all-sight. He still has his super hearing, as that isn't connected to magic, and he has super strength and heightened stamina and agility. But everything else is gone.

And the journey isn't over.

So, now Tripitaka has three demons, the Monkey King, and the Six-Eared Macaque to protect him as they finish the journey.

Macaque, grappling with his inability to perform a single spell.

Wukong, feeling guilty but not entirely because Macaque was the one who killed him, but he doesn't like that his mate is without magic.

The pilgrims, highly confused about what just occurred but continuing on anyway.

But when the journey is over, Macaque also gets enlightenment. Still can't do magic, though. And he and Wukong return to Flower Fruit Mountain and contend with the many changes that come with one ruler being magicless.

Drama ensues, arguments, infighting, etc., but fifteen hundred years later, there's an earthquake that shakes all the realms, and golden flowers bloom on all the trees.

MK is born...and Macaque is there to greet him.

[totallynotokguys]

Lego Monkie Kid Rewatch: Season 3

Episode 10, Samadhi Fire Part 1/2

Just a warning, I do talk about season 5 for a moment, but I'll try to keep it labeled and separate so you can easily skip over it without getting spoiled if you want.

Now that I know a bit of the Journey to the West, I have only just realised how impossible it would be for the pilgrims to be here helping baby Red Son.

No way could this rage baby Red Son have thought up clever scheams to catch and eat Tang Sanzang the way JTTW Red Son did. Not to mention at the end JTTW Red Son ended up going to Guanyin's villain reform program.

On the other hand, I don't believe the sealing of Samadhi Fire would have happened before the journey. Wukong is clearly wearing his post-pilgrimage get up and the pilgrims all act like they know each other.

All of this to say, just how many differences are there between the show's journey and the novel's.

Then again, the fact that Iron Fan and Bull King are still in love and married should have been the first tip off for me.

Season 5 Spoiler Talk

I am curious, are all of these differences a result to Nine-Headed Demon's interference? What the heck did the guy have to do to insure Red Son would be born late enough to be baby during Tang Sanzang's life time? Is the Nine-Headed Demon responsible for the Samahdi fire being so out of control in a young Red Son? In JTTW, Red Son still wields it and has great control over it.

"For the Samahdi fire to be split in three, you must harmonise you're energies!"

These three? Harmonise? A hard headed demon king, a sentient rock monkey, and a duty bound celestial ex-mortal? Sanzang was basically asking for failure here.

Wukong: 'Psssh, this is easy.'

Also Wukong:

Ao Lie just took a blow for Sanzang!

The notorious, lets everything go to chaos in a box around him while continues to be horse actually stepped up and took action. Now I know for sure this is post-pilgrimage! Character development!

Reprimands in sarcasm and bonks heads when annoyed.

Brother coded, brother coded, brother coded, brother coded

"Alright, you win."

In the last episode when Tang said this it was more from Macaque's perspective and thus Tang sounded desperate and hopeless. He really seemed like he'd given up.

Now, thanks to these three shots… everything feels different. Same lines, same delivery. But now I believe Tang isn't giving up. He's got a plan!

I have not talked enough about the sound design in this show! I love the sounds they use for magic. I'm pretty sure that each magic user plus each different power their unique chime/gong! Examples:

Tang's has a very clear and simple ring.

Ne Zha's sounds like fairy twinkle lights, all light, airy, and chimey.

Wukong main magic is like a bamboo thunking against a stone, or a a small stone creating ripples in a pond. Wish I knew what made this sound. I have been conditioned to be hyped every time I hear it.

Interestingly, MK's magic sounds the same. I believe this is what further fed into the belief that Wukong had gifted MK his magic instead of it coming from the kid. The shows own little misdirection!

But really, I think the reason for the similarity in their magic, both ability and sound, stems from them both being made by Nuwa as celestial stone monkeys.

The whole reason I thought to bring it up was this transition. We go from a third person perspective to looking through Wukong's eyes. and the first thing to clue us in that this is happening is the sound of Wukong's gold vision activating before suddenly the image blinks gold and we find ourselves zooming out of Wukong's eyes as he watches the scene from far away.

The way they did this was such a cool transition as well as an awesome example of how the golden vision works! Superman, you wish you're eye powers were this cool!

"Let's hope my aim is as good as it used to be."

AKA: "If I skewer you, it's totally because I missed and not because I'm still angry at you and taking petty revenge."

Red, blue, green. Long ago, the three Samadhi Fires were separated and the great destruction was extinguished.

Only when the three colors are found again can they unite and create- PINK FIRE!

Wai- what? That's not how color theory works. How did I never notice before? The full might of the Samadhi Fire is pink.

Love the shattered chains, and the washing away of the blue aura to symbolize LBD's hold over him being broken.

"Someone get some water!"

I'm surprised he didn't throw snow at her. Its right there.

Anyone else think it's really cool that Wukong can just pull Macaque out of his shadows?

Like, no one else has been able to do that!

Ah, so Tang didn't have a plan. He just did it because it felt right. shakes my head Oh Tang, and for a moment I thought you were competent.

Seriously though, I am now forever scarred by the word destiny. I hate it.

"I hate to interrupt, but can someone explain what is going on!"

No please interrupt. We need you MK! You're the only one who could possible salvage this situation. Everybody else just keeps making it worse!

Macaque- ignoring the child in fiery pain to celebrate his freedom.

Wukong- lashing out at the closest person marginally at fault (that isn't him).

Ne Zha- voice of doom declaring the girl and world as a lost cause.

Tang- DESTINY

Like, great job everyone. Way to solve your problems.

[star-trek-dumb-comics]

Personally my first choice would ofc be post-ENT because we were robbed. Especially as an actual continuation of ENT, with the same crew (as an animated series or something); but I'd take something with a new crew too.

But since I know THAT has fuck-all chances of happening, my next choice is the lost era, I think it has a lot of potential but I wouldn't want them to make it a direct sequel to undiscovered country or a direct prequel to TNG. There's enough room to make it something new with maybe some legacy characters showing up but not as the main focus. It's time they stop leaning on previous shows so much.

My last choice would probably be everything post-Picard and after because I'm trying to pretend theses shows don't exist lmao. Also Eugenics war because i'm sick and tired of stories about augments.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Post-JTTW Stone Egged Au asks: Bad Ichor

Amassing some Post-Jttw egg asks with similar vibes of "reject gods. stay monke".

Hehehe many questions - main ref post here. Btw in future try sending one sentence questions/comment as replies to the specfic posts. sometimes I find asks referencing a post and I can't remember which one they're talking about.

Wukong in the au makes a concious effort to inform his cubs and his people of what his mother sacrificed to bring him into the world. Her statue and the paintings on the walls of Waterfall Curtain a tapestry of a ruler more fair and far grander that any celestial in the monkeys minds.

And when their little chaotic Eclipse twins found the Consort's resting place, more of Wukong's parent's sacrifice was uncovered. Along with the King's delayed twin brother Luzhen. The little prince grows up being taught how him and the "larger him" share parents, but they aren't here in person anymore but they love him very much. Luzhen has met his and Wukong's parents during the holidays that allow it and gladly runs up to Yē Lín and Shíhuā calling them "Baba" and "Mama" let he's known them all his life. He misses them a lot. But older Brother/Mama and Bama/Baba are really good to him so he isn't sad for long.

Wukong never lets Heaven realise that Luzhen isn't his biological child, as he fears the Emperor or Queen Mother attempting to sieze custody of Luzhen out of spite. The few higher up that know agree that baby monkeys need to be with monkeys.

Pigsy is still uber confused when Luzhen refers to Wukong as "mama" and "gege" in the same sentence tho.

Mac and Wukong are still super petty tho. They call upon their ancestors during the cubs' naming ceremonies to give their little one's blessings. And along with Shíhuā, Yē Lín and Guanyin making an appearance, the royal couple are invoked to send divine blessings of protection down onto earth. They know who's calling them. They aren't happy about it but they won't hurt the little ones.

MK is still a huge JTTW fan, even more so since to him it's like learning about all this cool stuff his family did back in the Before times! And he was there for a lot it! (even if he wasn't born yet). Him and his childhood besties deduced early on that they have *some* kind of family in the Celestial realm, just not sure who.

As for the Dragons:

Going by Ao Guang still being upset by the theft (barely, in Jttw his wife let Wukong have it), of the Staff, I imagine that dragon can be super petty. Ao Guang doesn't like Sun Wukong at all for the theft and the havoc in heaven, even if he was cordial to him during the Journey.

When the youngest son of the Ao Run/Ji is fatally wounded by the Samadhi Fire, basically every royal dragon had an attack of pstd to when they lost Ao Bing. They started to hate Sun Wukong for his recklessness.

Then DBK, Wukong's older sworn brother and godfather to his young twins, suddenly goes on a rampage forcing Heaven's hands.

The royal dragons basically took DBK's imprisionment as an excuse to bail out. Dragons don't like the gods, and they don't like Sun Wukong.

Mei's parents hadn't wanted to cut ties with the monkeys, but Mei was a super sickly dragon pup and Ao Yi simply couldn't emotionally deal with cutting off her family with that happening... her and Long Chen continue to send Wukong's family birthday presents, card, and the occasional letter - all covert like a spy mission. Other dragons who disagreed with the royals continue this practice as well.

And ofc S4:

:)

Nezha: "Jade Emperor, there's a message for you from Sun Qi Xiaotian." Jade Emperor & Queen Mother: (*super intrigued! Did he find out about their connection?*) JE: "Send him in." Nezha, peaks head out of window: "Yeah he's in." MK: (*busts through wall like a Looney tunes character, shaking with anxiety*) MK, like he's on fast-forward: "Mister Jade Emperor sir I'm so sorry but Azure Lion's got this memory scroll and he trapped my family in it. He tricked me and my friends into freeing his old buddies from the Brotherhood but he wont let my mom loose and NOW he has my baby sister and little bro (it's complicated) and they're on their way here right now to kill you and my powers are glitching out and I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!" JE: "Uhhh..." Queen Mother, rolls her eyes and turns to her entourage: "Prepare the safehouse. Contact all the bodhisattvas and the Kings of Hell, and tell our armies to be ready for a big game hunt. And get this child some peaches." MK: (*heavily breathing/mid-panic attack. gives thumbs up*) Mei, peaking her head in: "Wow. Girl bossing!" Nezha: "And Sun Wukong my lady?" Queen Mother: (*looks over MK like he's the most precious thing in the universe. like she doesn't want to let him leave*) Queen Mother: "For the sake of my daughter... find Sun Wukong's mate the Six Eared Macaque. He knows those Brotherhood brutes well. It's the least he can do for giving my grandson such distress with that disappearing act." Rumble & Savage, appear from the Queen Mother's shadow: "Do we gets peaches too?" "I like melon better." Queen Mother: "Who are these?" MK, calming down: "My older little siblings. They're twins. Azure didn't take them. Probably because he couldn't catch them." Rumble & Savage, proudly flexing: "We're too fast!" "And we got our bama's powers!" Queen Mother: (*notices little red tiger-stripe-like markings on the twins' bodies*) "OH!!!! He had twins! My love! More wàizēngsūnérnǚ! Twins too!!" JE: (*frozen stiff on his throne, completely shocked*) "Can the brown one repeat what he said about celestial beasts coming to kill me?" MK, blanking at QM's use of chinese: "Did the Queen just say-" Orchard Maidens, quickly shuffling the Noodle Gang out of the Throne Room: "SO! How about those peaches?" "You'll learn soon enough." "Sorry, but we're going into lockdown." "He's taller than didi!" "Must be mother's genes that did that."

Basically MK is calling in the big guns early cus he's panicking, abd accidentally uncovers the fact that he's somehow the great-grandchild (by reincarnation nonsense) of the two rulers of Heaven!?

All he wanted when all this Scroll nonsense happened was a day off!

[karume-everything-else]

Posso solicitar leitora dbs x feminina? O leitor está participando do torneio de poder com o universo 7, e o leitor luta contra Toppo, mas o hakai não tem efeito sobre o leitor já que um de seus poderes é se adaptar a qualquer poder ou situação de combate, fazendo com que o usuário fique preso. s técnica se adapta. tornar-se nulo? como mahoraga, não sei se você assistiu jujutsu kaisen. (Acho que seria engraçada a reação dos deuses e lutadores ao ver o hakai não surtir efeito no leitor)

Can I request dbs x female reader? The Reader is participating in the power as universe 7, and the reader fights against Toppo, but the hakai does not affect the reader as one of its powers adapts to any power or situation of combat, making the user a prisoner. s technique adapts. become-null? Like Mahoraga, I don't know if you watched jujutsu kaisen. (I think it would be funny the reaction of the gods and fighters when seeing the hakai has no effect on the reader)

Oooh~ sounds fun. I haven't seen Jujutsu Kaisen ~I have a bad magpie habit when it comes to falling for fictional men~ but that does sound like the armor from Akame Ga Kill. The proto-suit of armor the main character uses. I am so sorry it has been so long since I received this request... I am just now catching up on the anime and I started with the tournament arc specifically for this request.

You couldn't help but scratch your head at the Saiyan in front of you. Goku usually had bizarre requests but this was a little out there.

"So a multiverse tournament with a grand prize of 10 million Zeni and a wish on some... Super Dragon Balls?" You repeated hesitantly, "That's uh..."

"C'mon [Name]!" Goku clapped his hands together in a half-bowing motion, "We really need your skills for this. It'll a lot of fun too!"

"Why does that not sound promising."

"B-but!" He stepped forward, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Besides we don't have much time to debate this!"

"You need 10 people, right?" Goku nodded, but you continued before he could cut you off, "So why not ask the others? I'm sure Yamcha, Yajirobe, or Tien would be more than capable of doing this..."

"Oh right!" Goku smacked his fist into his hand, "With Tien on our side, we'd have someone capable of keeping tabs on everyone during the fight!"

"Did you even--?!"

"But that's all the more reason you gotta join us [Name]! We need all the strong fighters we can get on our side. We already figured that Andriod 17, Andriod 18, Krillen, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, and myself would be a good lineup. With you, Tien, and Buu everything will be great!"

Sighing as you waited for the last-minute change, it still stumped you how Goku could be so stubborn about fighting in a battle royal. Even with the lies he was telling, you didn't feel like there was much choice in the matter. If you stepped out at this point that would just leave Roshi to step up. But he didn't seem that ready to fight, despite training when he heard about the 10 million Zeni. Without that incentive, Roshi dropped out.

Looking around at all the people you'd have to team up with, you wondered why you were even here. The ability to fight was never your strongest suit, the only thing you knew was basic techniques. Though maybe Goku was thinking more about how ki blasts and the like just didn't affect you the way it did everyone else. That and being able to adapt to other's fighting skills on the spot.

"Now then!"

Holding hands with Piccolo and Android 17 wasn't much fun, but if this Whis person insisted...

"Grand Minister, Universe 7 is ready for transport."

You vaguely wondered how this light was able to affect you, but then again even Beerus could damage you, the one time you were even around when he was hostile. So it seemed the higher the being, the less your strange abilities mattered. However, looking around at all the other fighters as they appeared.

It left an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. All you could do was scout as you struggled to remain in this... giant top. You didn't know what else this thing could be called. Like Tien, you'd be keeping an eye on people and trying to remain a sneaky ace in the hole.

But Goku was just his typical ray of sunshine as he tried greeting all the other universes. At least the ones he knew people from anyway. Unlike your colleagues, you were more interested in the layout. One large spire in the middle seemed a bit much, especially if no one could fly.

Even if it did seem retroactively hypocritical given the kinds of fights Goku made exciting were full of him flying around like a lunatic. But maybe it had something to do with the zone you were in. There was merely a void beyond the ring, which made sense as to why they wouldn't allow everyone to fly. With too many people, someone could get lost in the shuffle and fly too far into the void and no one would be any wiser.

For all of Gohan's attempts at rallying the troops, of course Vegeta and Frieza would be as accepting as a brick wall. Not that Gohan's plan wasn't good, it just wasn't going to work with how everyone seemed to fight. He should have known that. Unless he thought the lot of you would attack like bees, slowly picking one or two fighters and batting them around like a volleyball.

Not a bad strategy, if that's what he was going for. Just not a very sustainable one given the... personalities that he was trying to preach to. Not that you had a chance to speak up on that front, the two Zeno seemed to be rather restless. It made some sense, they both acted like little children.

Which only made the matter-of-fact way that Universe 9 was obliterated that much worse...

You stuck close to Gohan, having blasted a flying, bird-like person out mere moments before the annihilation. The way this battle was going left you unable to use your abilities so far... but worse than that was how suddenly a whole universe was just... gone.

All this fighting wasn't... it couldn't...

"[Name], stay focused." Piccolo reached out to you, "The fight isn't over."

"R-right." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "It's just... harrowing to think about."

"I know, but this isn't the time to think about it." Piccolo nodded, "We went into this knowing all this. Don't let it get to you."

Nodding, you glanced around the battlefield. This whole situation was messed up, but at least this whole tournament would give everyone the fairest chance of survival. That's all this was, a fight for survival. Brute force wouldn't win this, that's for sure. To win, you'd need to fight smartly. That meant sticking close to as many of the others as you could.

Nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming strength and aura emanating from a far-ish corner of the arena. The insanely loud screeching yell from someone, likely the person who was powering up...

Everything from that one point flew outward, churning the battlefield into a ruble-filled wasteland. Only the massive spire in the middle, the instrument ticking down the fight, remained intact. 48 minutes total... barely ten minutes have passed and yet...

Tapping Gohan on the shoulder, you had to stretch to reach a spot that wouldn't get you reflexively decked, "Hey, we're the largest target like this. If we stick together too much longer we could be backed into a corner with no escape."

"You think so?" Gohan's eyes widened as you nodded solemnly, "I guess, I mean with the field looking like this..."

He turned, raising his voice, "Guys! we need to split into smaller groups! Staying close like this won't help. But try to stay close enough to jump in if one of us is in trouble!"

Dashing off toward the center, your mind churned with the observations. Who had what abilities? What strategies were there? You couldn't hover or fly to quickly tell the others, which meant you simply had to trust them to know... or at least to figure out what was going on.

Trapping in your own mind, you didn't see the insectoid being swooping in, drop-kicking you from the left. The pain barely stung as you recovered from the fall quickly. Sizing up your opponent swiftly, you were able to keep up with the close-quarters blows. Several hits just barely skimming your skin, while you gathered energy discretely. Waiting for the right moment to...

A large ball in the palm of your hand, which you dug right into the insectoid's abdomen and flung him several feet away. Changing the match from melee to energy blasts, one which Tien finished for you.

"You okay [Name]?" His tone was lighter than you expected, "You seem distracted."

"Just thinking." You were looking all around, "Trying to make sense of the other's abilities."

"I see. Do try to be careful with that." Tien hesitated for a second, "What all have you gathered? What could you share?"

"Not much. But I wouldn't put it past the other female warriors to use their looks to their advantage. Or to have a more assassin move set."

Nodding, Tien went about his way. You knew so little about your opponents and wondered if you shouldn't attempt to scout more. Lowering your energy output should...

The entire field was called to witness something from Universe 2. You paid a little attention, using the opportunity to size up what was left of the competition. It was a surprisingly hefty number of people left, but that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.

You were keeping to the outskirts yourself, but when 17 attacked the three women of Universe 2, mid-transformation at that, he was getting scolded. His line of logic was sound, but even you had to admit it was rude. Honestly the three who wanted to transform were also being rude since they were pulling everything to a grinding halt for this. Acting like this was some sort of musical or something.

But you weren't going to complain too much. This was the perfect opportunity to learn what you needed to survive.

Seconds after hearing that Universe 10 was eliminated, having taken full advantage of the ruble to size up as many individuals as you could; you dodged a massive energy hammer.

The girl wielding it was younger than you, or so you thought. You couldn't tell and frankly, your time would be wasted trying to find out. But you knew how to counter her already. The ability to shape energy into weapons was straight forward, and weapons were easy to turn against their wielder. You backed up, leaping away as best you could, escalating what you threw at this girl would be the best way to defeat her... lure her into thinking she had the upper hand...

"What? Trying to run away?" She sneered, "You and that Goku, your whole Universe is just a bunch of cowards!"

Kicking up the small rocks around your feet, you held your tongue. Talking this out wouldn't make a difference, let them think what they will. Everyone had to survive after all.

It didn't surprise you that she was skilled, trading a mallet for a spear as you kept kicking and throwing increasingly larger rocks at her. Sneakily adding just a little ki behind your strikes. Giving her that false sense of security. You weren't exactly one to talk while fighting, that just wasn't how you were. And yet...

"Oh come on!" She yelled, "Don't tell me this is all you can do!?"

You knew what you could do, what you needed to know. Sending a rock right for head, causing it to swerve last second and strike the back of her knee. Right where she wasn't defending. Increasing the pressure, forcing her into the corner. No longer hurling rocks, but small ki blasts as she struggled to keep up with your speed.

Even as you rushed her, closing the distance for the final blow. Her spear went right through you, her ability having no effect on you whatsoever. Seeing that look of wonder and concern in her eyes as the truth dawned on her.

"Yo-You're some kind of monster!"

"And you're out of bounds."

The impact of your blast sent her flying, tumbling right off the edge. With no hope of being caught by a teammate. Catching your breath for a quick second, you stretched. But your back wasn't the only thing that popped as you tumbled into a dark section of the ring; a section created by the dilapidated state of the arena.

Only half paying any attention to what was coming out of the other woman's mouth, you focused on the small glimmers in the air. This one was an illusionist, there were a couple chinks in her disguising techniques but that was about it. Knowing you'd have to be careful with this one as well, careful not to let on what you knew and what you could do. Careful that you didn't just attack the right one on purpose.

Not that her illusions were even that enticing... trying to tempt you with her ideal man. It did make things slightly easier, planting small sleeper ki blasts as you dodged these projections. Waiting once more for the best time to strike.

Standing completely still, it still looked as if you'd stepped just barely out of the way. Earning a scoff and scolding for getting too cocky while she explained her master plan.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

The first thing you've said to her this whole time... and it did wonders to catch her off guard.

"What? Are you going to disappear?" She laughed at you, "I already knew that!"

"One of us is..."

Covering your eyes as every particle of ki exploded from beneath your feet, it would make you a target sure. But at least this illusionist was out of the ring. Climbing back up to a wider, flatter surface, your eyes fell on a presumably younger man marching toward you. He seemed pissed, leading you to believe that he was from the same Universe as the two women you'd just knocked out.

"I've always been told not to hit a woman." His eyes were burning, "But I have no choice. Never have I wanted to--"

"You won't be able to lay a scratch on me." You dead-panned, "So you might as well give it all you've got. Because you won't survive otherwise."

As you traded blows, simple punches still hurt you just not as much as they would a normal person. Krillen and Beerus' voices reached you like whispers.

"Don't let your wins go to your head [Name], you're not indestructible."

"Curly, explain what she can even do. I've never seen that fighter before."

"[Name]? Well she uh... she has this weird ability. After she gets hit with or manages tot study a technique enough, she becomes immune to it. It's really risky."

"Oh, I see." You were certain that was Whis, "So in a tournament like this she's likely to be the last one standing."

"What!? How can you be so sure Whis?" Yet, you were right

"Well, unless she were to be killed by a technique, she simply counter or adapt to it correct?"

"Uh yeah... she uh... she's used that to her advantage on too many times. The only thing that seems to work against her is Solar Flare."

Then Beerus' voice nearly shattered your eardrum, "THEN SHE HAD BETTER KEEP HERSELF IN THE RING! DO YOU HEAR ME [NAME]!?"

That noise level blurred your vision for a few seconds too long. Giving this transformed, hulking bird man the upper hand as he slapped you into a wall.

"Oh, so I'm not going to survive this?" He sneered, "You don't see the writing on the wall, do you? You're the one going over the edge."

Barely managing to push away from the wall in time, you swept your leg out. A seemingly wild kick instantly blocked, a very cocky birdman just ready to throw you out.

If it wasn't for the excessive ki blast you'd built up to follow your foot. The two of you going flying in your whirlwind gamble. Toppling over the edge, hanging on by your fingertips as you struggled to hold yourself and the seemingly flightless birdman on your ankle. Firing off ki blasts from the bottom of your foot, you managed to rid yourself of the extra weight. But you were still in danger of falling out of bounds yourself.

Feet frantically looking for something, anything to catch. Reaching out for something, anything as you barely managed to keep yourself balanced on the edge of the ring.

"[NAME]!"

Gritting your teeth and expecting the worst, you were more than prepared to fight from your unfavorable position. This was about survival after all. And yet, the hand helping you up was Goku's. Reminding you how short you really were. Fighting had that weird affect on your senses after all, it was disorienting to say the least.

"Oh thank goodness you were able to hold on that long." Gokus smiled widely, "That was close."

"You're telling me." You smirked warmly, "But at least it won't happen again."

"You say that, but we'll see."

A playful punch to the side and you were back on your way. That would be the closest you got to going over. The next person would have one hellacious fight on their hands...

"Well well well, the weakest link of Universe 7."

That cold sneer from behind you was more than a little telling. Frost had caught you lurking again. Your strategy was always interrupted at the worst times. Especially now that so many of the fighters were reaching the top echelons of their capabilities, you were far from their raw levels.

But strategy would win, you were sure of it

"What's the matter? A mute as well as an easy target?" Frost mocked, "Oh well, looks like I'll just have to toss another human over the edge."

Blocking the sudden attack, you knew better than to say much. Giving away too much would prove to be your downfall... if you even let that happen. But even being able to trade blows with this Frieza look-alike wasn't enough. He kept backing you into obvious corners where all you could do was dodge and hope you could knock him back.

Until Frost got cocky in his own right. Firing a shot at Vegeta while you were hardly dodging an excessive volley of energy blasts.

The more you struggled, the worse things seemed to get. Until Vegeta threw his own blindsided attack, connecting a punch when you could hardly do a thing.

"You really need to be more careful."

"I don't need you telling me that Vegeta. I won't waste your time explaining this, but you need to watch out anyways."

"Save your breath." He scoffed, "Just do your job and stay out of my way."

Watching him leap forward, you sighed. "I highly doubt you'll be able to take him on your own..."

"Well, I'm not about to ask you for your help! Now go find somewhere else to lurk!"

"I'm not offering help." You dashed in front of the haughty prince, "This was my fight first!"

Frost smirked, "So, she knows basic English, eh? No matter, it won't make any difference."

Dodging the rocks flying as Frost's 'secret' support made it's entrance, you focused a large ki blast to the magma covering it's ears. Leaping over the metal brute and finding your footing on a much higher platform.

"Oh, so you knew what I was doing?" Frost was at your throat before you could think, "Shame, you seem to be a strategist and scout. But that ends now!"

Catching Frost's arm as you reflexively leaned back, throwing a weak punch in return. But that was only the first. Knowing how Frost moved was the advantage you needed...

"YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO FIGHTERS EVERYWHERE!"

Frost stopped first, both of you watching Vegeta shove his robotic opponent over the edge. Your guard hadn't dropped, and yet...

"Well, this won't do." Frost readied a ki blast, one that wasn't meant for you, "I'm afraid that this fight will have to wait. If you ever prove to be worth the effort."

You had no choice but to leap away as Frost's blast hit the ground. The smokescreen giving him a chance to slip away. Landing next to Vegeta, you were about to head off for another fight.

"Listen here [Name]." You turned, Vegeta wasn't about to... "Next time you better not interfere with my fight. I won't let you get in my way again."

Frowning as Vegeta ran off to another battle, "You're welcome Vegeta."

It was time to get serious. No more sneaking, no more getting dragged into fights. You would initiate the next one. And nothing would stop you...

Yet old habits died hard, analyzing the remain fighters, thinking about the swiftly dwindling time, the win conditions. Universe 7 was in the lead for fighters if time ran out, but that would only make you and the others a target. But if you could just...

"Ah ha! You're one of the fighters from Universe 7." You at least had the courtesy of stopping to see who was addressing you this time, "Tell me, how does it feel to be on the same team as that villain Goku?"

Sizing up this guy was straightforward at least. Large, likely fast, and almost certainly a melee brawler.

"Can't say I know what you're talking about." The way he talked, the way he seemed to think he was somehow above morals, "Where I'm from, Goku is considered a hero. Fight-happy, stubborn, single-minded, but not a villain. If you were in our Universe, you'd know what I'm talking about."

"Hmph. I see." He steadied himself for a fight, "I suppose you do have a point, but I have no time for senseless perspective-taking. As much as I'd like to abstain from fighting someone such as yourself, I see no way around this. Please accept the mercy of being thrown out of the ring by the second-strongest fighter of Universe 11."

Sighing as you took a stance, "I'm getting real tired of being pulled into fights and underestimated..."

"Then show me what you're capable of young Miss!"

You barely even whispered that to yourself, so how this guy heard you was beyond you. But now wasn't the time to think too much, you had to fight. Speed wouldn't help you much, there had to be power behind your punches. If it wasn't for the fact that you don't have any fighting abilities besides insane adaptability, you'd be a little more confident. For now...

Keeping your eyes on this large man, you knew he'd be fast but this was a little too fast. Leaping low to the ground, you barely avoided his massive fist. Knowing an attempt to sweep his... oddly tiny legs would be futile. His physique was bizarre and created the biggest challenge. Skidding to a stop a few feet away, you weighed your options.

Staying in melee wouldn't work and building up energy blasts wasn't viable due to how long it would take. Not to mention how ineffective that would prove long-term. Wasting energy wasn't the play here, and it was clear that your opponent thought the same thing.

Jumping every time he threw a punch, landing small blows here and there just to test how far you could push him before cracking; you had little options for actual attacks. Unless he started doing something more than the basics, you were just David fighting Goliath.

"I got cha back Top!"

Flattening yourself to the ground from under the rabbit-looking guy, you already knew what he was capable of. You couldn't counter his raw speed, but you could lay traps well enough if it came to that.

"Don't interfere Dyspo, she might be a good strategist, but she's not much of a fighter." Glaring at your opponent, again with the insults, "I merely need to bide my time until she tires herself out."

"If ya say so Top." Dyspo smirked, "Now that cha mention it, she does look a little scrappy to be in a tournament this long. Must've been sheer luck so far, huh?"

"Don't be so quick to write off a fellow warrior." Top turned to face you, "Especially if they are from Goku's Universe."

No, it was too soon for you to fully unleash. Save a little power for later. Kaioken could only get you so far... But a little spare energy here and there...

Trading punches with the newly identified Top, you put your foot down so to speak. No more dodging until...

"What's that power!?" Top stopped your fist suddenly, letting go quickly, "Has Jiren finally started fighting?"

Following Top more out of curiosity than the will to fight, you could only stare as Goku was assaulting Jiren. Nothing was getting to the massive brute, and yet...

"Justice Hand!"

Top was firing at Goku, you knew it was useless, even his own teammate called Top off. But you continued to study this Jiren figure. The way he took hits meant he was assessing Goku as much as Goku was assessing him with the volley of attacks. It wasn't just raw strength or power that Jiren had, there was something... else. Something you could counter if only he'd...

Ducking, you were surprised as Top leaped to defend you. Moving you out of the way as Goku and Jiren fought across the arena. Following the pair with your eyes, it clicked. Goku wasn't anywhere near Jiren's level. Not like this anyways. His Blue form plus Kaioken was barely able to keep up.

Stepping back, your gaze kept up effortlessly. Tipping off your opponent to your real power.

"You seem to be keeping up with those two rather easily." While Top wasn't trying to fight you right now, every little thing you did was being analyzed fully, "Am I to assume that's your true power? Shame you can't use it effectively. A scouting warrior is best suited with communication devices after all."

"Duck."

Shoving Top aside as you leapt out of the way, bracing for the impact as Goku and Jiren zipped past again, landing back in the middle of the crater they started in. Things weren't looking good for Goku specifically, Jiren barely looked like he expended himself at all. No heavy breathing, no scuff marks, nothing to suggest that he had been fighting at all. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Wait! There's a technique I still have!" Goku powered down, "But I need a minute to charge it up."

Stopping, Jiren relaxed, "Go ahead. Take all the time you need."

Not this starfish pose... You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning.

"You're familiar with this attack?" Top wasn't nearly as hostile as he first insinuated, "What does it do?"

"You'll see. Goku is literally about to announce it." You huffed, "As if the people who know don't already..."

"Everyone! I need all the energy you can spare!" Goku yelled, "C'mon guys! Give me your energy to finish this fight!"

"That..." Top stepped back, raising his arm as if a barrier, "That can't be his plan..."

"Yep." You sighed, raising an arm to give as much energy as you could pull from the arena beneath you, "And it may not even work but... Better to try and fail than not try at all."

Knowing that Top was staring, hearing the grunt as he smirked, "Yes, that I can whole-heartedly agree with."

The tension was thick as Goku charged his Spirit Ball. That amount of energy would absolutely pose a threat to anyone who tried to take it head-on. Jiren knew this, pushing the sphere away from himself. Why did it always become a shoving match again? You couldn't even begin to count how many times this happened.

So when Goku was the one caught in the explosion, you couldn't believe it. The numb feeling washing over you was a distant memory as you jumped in to look for your comrade. Knowing that if Goku had died, or was vaporized, it would be his own fault. He fell on his own sword after all.

Even facing Jiren wasn't as bad as possibly losing the best chance at your survival. If Goku went down, only Vegeta and Freiza would be able to fight completely unhindered. The rest of your team would be disheartened, desperate, and fighting in that state wasn't going to help anyone. At least, you thought the rest of your team would be... 17 and 18 were difficult to read.

Your fighting stance against Jiren, guarding where Goku was, had been cut short. The immense power level radiating behind you had you frozen in place. Dropping your guard just to check that you were right...

"I appreciate the attempt [Name]." Goku sounded so different, what was this? "But you'll be in my way. Nothing personal, I just want to face Jiren alone."

"Right."

Jumping back up to the edge of the crater, you could only watch alongside everyone else. Sizing Jiren up as best you could from a distance. Goku's new form wouldn't last long, it was too much power for a first attempt. But what would happen after it fizzled out? Would Goku even survive that?

Sadly, it didn't take long for that to happen. Goku fell, almost completely worn out from the abundance of power. Looking to where Top was standing, further than was wise to seek out another fight; it would be wiser to regroup and strategize again. With all that you knew, the rest of you could corner Jiren and...

Before you could finish your thought, Hit from Universe 6 stepped in to fight Jiren. Knowing what little you did about the assassin, it seemed ill-matching. Jiren knew about the time skipping, and would be more than capable of countering that.

Even so, it was terribly shocking to see how Hit was ineffective, being knocked out of bounds as soon as Jiren was free from the time prison. And yet, despite your willingness to fight Jiren on Goku's behalf not even five minutes ago, he decided that you weren't worth his time. That everyone who could have challenged him was unable to.

Glaring at his meditating form, you jumped. Sensing Freiza close to Goku. Whatever else Freiza might be, trustworthy wasn't one of them. Holding a steady energy ball to his back as he stood over Goku, a similar yet unidentified energy ball in his palm, you knew he wouldn't be able to fight you the way he would others. And Frieza knew this, lowering his hand, just not dispersing the energy.

"I wouldn't dream of attacking this simpering monkey at the moment." Freiza grinned over his shoulder at you, "So you can put that away little girl."

Your eyes never left Frieza's face as the match of wills amid teammates continued. Backing down in this unknown situation, with Goku so weakened...

"Whoops!" Frieza both shot Goku and clutched your wrist, causing you to misfire, "My hand slipped. How clumsy of me."

Goku's cry of pain was short lived, short enough that you didn't have a chance to pay Frieza back for his dirty trick.

"There, see?" He cooed, "The ape is all better. Or, at least as much as I could... scraping the tiniest bit of energy I could spare for him anyways. But you;ll have to watch your back girl. I won't let you go so easily if you stand in my way again."

Rubbing your wrist and glowering at Frieza as he retreated, you knelt next to Goku.

"How are you holding up?" You knew a little about medical energy usage, "Here, let me--"

"Save your energy [Name]. You'll need it to survive the rest of the tournament. Besides, you still have an unfinished match against Top, right?"

"I don't track of those things." You shook Goku's concern off, "Besides, I have energy to spare. One of the good things about extreme adaptability is the constant flow of energy as long as I'm on solid ground."

It was nice to hear Goku chuckle again, "Yeah, surprising that it works when we aren't on Earth. Or is it just any body of land?"

"Any body of land, just nothing man-made. Odd since I know this place was technically man-made... maybe it's just because it was made by a god... er angel."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Stepping back so Goku could stand, you looked around, "So, what next? We have the most people available, you can't reach that Ultimate mode again without serious injury, and knocking too many people out spells their erasure."

"I have no clue." Goku frowned, "Thinking isn't exactly my strong suit. The best I can say is try to keep things the way they are. If we have the most people then... we will be the biggest targets huh?"

"Basically, though with you being like this makes you the prime target... just behind..."

You couldn't will yourself to state the obvious. Of course you'd be the weakest left on the field after all this time. Half the tournament has passed and you still stood here. Krillen and Tien were stuck in the stands due to careless error and noble sacrifice and here you were just...

"Just behind who?" Goku tilted his head, "Frieza? Vegeta? They're both pretty strong. Or maybe its 17 and 18... They really don't have many fans in this ring."

"I'm the weak link!" You grit your teeth, "I'm the weakest left on the field so the two of us are the ones they want to gun for."

"Hanh!? You!? Weak? But you're..."

"I have been scraping by the skin of my teeth since you pulled me up. Maybe I should have..."

"No, you're right where you need to be [Name]. There's still a lot of fighters left and you can beat all of them! So don't go thinking like that. Okay? You almost had Top earlier... I could feel it. You just have to push past your limits and let loose."

Watching as Goku turned to the Saiyan girls from Universe 6, you couldn't help but feel that he was only saying something to say it. What little you could do to compete now was...

"Get out of my way Kakkarot." Vegeta sneered, snapping you out of your trance, "These two are mine."

"What!? No way Vegeta! You got to teach Cabba! Kale and Califa are learning from me!"

Knowing better than to get between Saiyans when they want to fight, you took off. They would need all the space they could get after all, and you still had some fight left in you.

"You still have an unfinished fight against Top, right?"

That was at least a starting point. But would it really help?

Time was running out fast and while fighting kept the Zenos entertained, it wasn't as if that was difficult. Big explosions and grand speeches seemed to do the trick. But... you still felt like you had a score to settle... something to prove. To yourself, to the others, and you would start by proving it to

Top.

Leaping off the tall rock, intending to strike Top in the middle of his back; you were intercepted by his rabbit-like companion. Toppling off to one side, rolling for a second before steadying yourself on one knee.

"Thought you was gonna get the jump on Top, huh?" Dyspo sneered, "Well you ain't gettin' anywhere with dirty tactics like that!"

"That's fine." You stood, preparing to fight Dyspo instead, "I didn't expect that to work regardless if he had back up or not."

"Heh, smart girlie." Dyspo smirked, "But it won't be enough when you face true justice!"

Rolling your eyes, you focused on what you knew. Speed was his strong suit, his strength would be more momentum than raw strength, meaning if you just...

Blocking the worst of the kick and skidding back several feet, you latched onto Dyspo's ankle. If you could either get a grip, or trap him in some way... keep him immobile long enough to wear him down.

Or you could use him like a club.

Doubling your grip with both hands on his leg, you lifted the lean rabbit warrior up, much to his surprise. Before you could turn and slam him on the ground, Top was rushing in. Well, better to use this to your advantage.

Swinging Dsypo in a wide arc, you slammed him into Top with as much strength as you could. Knocking the bulky man off his feet as you kept spinning on your heels. Enduring Dyspo's desperate kicks to your hands. Kicks that were having less and less effect on you as you concentrated ki into gauntlets over your lower arms. Even as he tried to match your energy output, it failed to faze you.

Finally stopping, slamming Dyspo on the ground with enough force to create a small dent in the ground. But you didn't let go of his leg, instead dragging him around to swing at Top as he approached again. Another hefty swing of ally against ally, despite Top catching Dyspo this time... it still hit with enough force that gave you enough of an opening to drop the lucky rabbit's foot and land a powerful blow to Top's jaw.

Watching them both stagger back, you knew backing Top specifically into a corner too soon wouldn't be good for you. Dyspo in particular looked worse for your attack, but both men needed to get their bearings.

"And here I thought you were an honorable warrior," Top sounded disappointed, "But to pull such a dirty-!"

"Don't act like you know me." You spat, "I'm a strategist who played the game. Your buddy is a speedster so any chance to get him off his feet is the best chance I have at beating him."

Top paused, glaring at you. He couldn't deny what you were saying, it was a strategy he had warned Dyspo of himself. If it wasn't for the sheer power radiating from the other side of the field...

"Now what in the world is that?" Dyspo shook his head, "Another surge in power so soon?"

"Goku... don't..." You groaned, "Why are Saiyans like this?"

Before they could launch an attack, Jiren stood up from his meditation.

"It's time to retreat." He commanded, "Wait and save our strength for the final matches."

"Yeah but--!"

Jiren was sizing you up under a cold gaze, "She's run her course Dyspo. There's no use in continuing to fight someone like that. Take this act of mercy and throw yourself out for all I care. Just don't follow if you know what's good for you."

Breathing returned as you relaxed your form. You knew you couldn't stand against Jiren very long. His strategy and yours were too similar. But you had to fight Top... you had to prove...

Dodging out of the way of two rampaging Saiyans, you had to find a spot to lay low. There were still too many opponents on the field. It was all you could do to help run down the clock, not that you had much to give.

But you were among the last six standing. Six versus three. You had a score to settle and nothing was going to stop you. Not even the power struggle of wills from Goku and Jiren. With your sights set on Top, you were rudely cut off by Gohan and 17, mostly Gohan.

"I know how this looks, how much you don't want to [Name]," Gohan said, "But you should go help Frieza with Dyspo."

"Fine."

Against your better judgment and desire, you went after Dyspo. Frieza wouldn't be happy with this, but as long as you could get a couple others out of the ring... Anything to keep Frieza from getting a wish to be honest.

Just hanging back and letting whatever happened happen. Having Freiza drug around by the tail and used like a club was funny after all. Even if it didn't work all that much.

"You're just enjoying this aren't you [Name]?" Count on Freiza to give up your hiding spot, "No doubt awaiting the precise moment that you can be the one to defeat me as well."

"Huh?" Dyspo was dumbfounded and ready to run, "You mean this... That's your great play?"

"Not really." You shook your head, "I don't play well with tyrants, even if we are on the same team."

"No wonder you're not fazed being swung around like a bat." Dsypo smirked, "Too bad you won't get that chance again."

"My my, it sure is a shame that he is only capable of running, isn't it?" Both of you watched him zip off, "If only you had hung back a little longer, you might have gotten your big chance [Name]. Not that I would have gone down so easily of course."

"Naturally. Though I have a score to settle myself. Don't get in my way."

"Oh hoh hoh! Do tell."

"Not on your life."

Even as you walked alongside the scourge of your own Universe, your thoughts stressed over your desire to fight Top. He and his team had ignored you long enough.

"Oh well, just leave Dyspo to me then. And do tell the half-Saiyan and Android to stay out of my way."

Heading off to where Top's energy was radiating, you were met with Gohan.

"Freiza is being stubborn with Dyspo. I am going to fight Top." You started, "I ask that neither of you interferes unless absolutely necessary."

"Are... are you sure?" Gohan asked, "You do know--"

"I fought Top earlier, I'm aware what he can do."

"If you insist." 17 raised his arms, "But I will jump in at my best judgment."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"Freiza! Look out! Behind you!"

Turning to where the yell was directed, the three of you hesitated for a moment.

"I knew you should have stayed with Freiza." Gohan growled a little, "Now what?"

"You go." 17 said, "But first, you said you've fought Top [Name]. What do you know about his allies?"

"Dyspo is a speedster. Keep him from controlling his movements and you'll be able to take him out."

"Alright then." Gohan nodded, "You two take care of Top then."

Leaping from where you had stayed hidden, you were met with a volley of energy blasts from Top.

"Oh, if it isn't the strategist from Universe 7, we meet again."

"Don't sound so surprised." You glared, "I'm not just a strategist. I'm the one who counters ALL!"

Rushing in for a melee assault, one you knew that wouldn't work, you hit a green barrier.

"17! What the hell!?" You shouted, "This is my fight!"

"Don't tell me you can't sense it." He answered, "Freiza won't be as easy going as the rest of us. And Gohan was knocked out with that Dyspo guy. You hang back for a minute and let me take care of this."

Shaking with fury as you clenched your fist, you retreated. 17 firing an endless volley of blasts. Kneeling to absorb all the energy you could muster, knowing you would need every ounce. Especially as you watched the beams between Top and 17 collide, staying just beyond the area of effect.

Even with Freiza taking potshots at Top's back, you knew something was coming. The explosion was incredible, with Top undergoing a transformation... one with too much power behind i--

"Wait a second..." Actually listening to the chatter of the stands, you knew how to counter him, "That's it."

Waiting for your opening was easy enough, as Freiza threw his desperate attempt at Top. Being knocked out as soon as Top was up, and thrown over the edge.

"Now!"

Your punch landed, but only just.

"Hah!? What are you doing [Name]! Get out of there! Don't go into a melee match!"

"Wait, she didn't... don't tell me."

"No... she..."

"SHE CAN'T BE SERIOUS!?"

"Wait a second..." Gohan yelled amid all the confusion, "[Name] isn't affected by power ups at all. She can't just see through them, she can counter them completely if she can get close enough."

"WHAT!?"

"You mean to tell me that one little human has been winning through immunity alone?"

Trading blows with Top had its own odd effect on you. Each strike barely hurt, but the energy you were absorbing was pure destruction. Even if you knew why, it made for a weird feeling. You've never actually absorbed pure destruction like this.

"I see you do have a weird ability." Top growled, "How quaint for the scout from the 7th."

"And you've been hiding your true power. Which is what my job as a scout was all about." You glared in return, "So either fight me or step out now. Because I'm not going to back down!"

Pushing the energy you'd absorbed out like a barrier of your own, you made every effort to dodge the blows you could. Turning someone's weapon against them was never an easy feat, but as your attacks got stronger, Top's grew weaker. Punch for punch, kick for kick, Top wasn't even attempting a grapple this time. You were able to root yourself or else fight back whenever he made a pass to toss you aside.

"Standing up to a destroyer god for this long is commendable, but this has been going on long enough. Leave this ring of ruble or else I might not be able to hold back from pure destruction!"

"Shut up!"

Decking Top in the face, you didn't let up. Blow for blow with no opening for him to charge a single move. He couldn't even escape with how much faster you'd begun moving. The destruction energy, the energy of the ground, you could only hope to finish this fight soon.

"I am getting tired of this." Top had you by the foot, throwing you aside like a ragdoll, "You cannot survive this, unless you dodge. Hakai!"

Standing up as the massive purple sphere of energy touched you, this was absolutely pure destruction. And it unlocked the rage you'd been keeping in check for so long.

That first punch felt too good, especially as the stands erupted in chatter. Wondering how far you could feasibly take your ability, and being far more resilient for it. And yet... you knew that this was as far as you could go...

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Bull rushing with every punch, the whole length of the arena... until you felt the ground leaving from under your feet. You knew this would be the last thing you did.

Appearing in the stands, you felt like collapsing. Every fiber of your being shook as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"I... I--"

"Hey, easy [Name]." Gohan pulled you against his shoulder to keep you from falling to the floor, "Breathe, here. Have a Sensu."

"That... you really are something [Name]." Krillen sighed, "Just being able to stand toe-to-toe like that for so long."

"How in the world did you know you could take that kind of energy?" Beerus asked, "That level of Destroyer energy, even if new and weaker... you shouldn't have been able to shake that off after one time."

"I've always been able to do this." You shrugged as you stretched, "Absorbing energy and being immune to specific types of power ups are why Goku brought me into this crazy tournament."

The unsettling quiet and whispers of the power you had were quickly broken up as Jiren powered up. The tournament was far from over after all...

[tremorsmackenzie]

if they decided to make a sequel to aos, but put it in its own timeline for good, i dont think that would be the worst thing. it has always had its own identity, and while i love a lot about phase 4, there has been turbulence, and the aosverse would basically be the mcu up to infinity war and diverge after that. personally, i wouldnt complain about having a timeline where thanos just died and we continue to have happy endings for all the characters (instead of fridging a bunch of them for cheap shock).

tony retiring with his wife and kid. natasha and clint returning to shield. sharon getting her name cleared and also coming back and oh shit, shes a skrull, which leads into shield dealing with the skrull stuff in an actual good, dramatic, spy storyline (which would have worked in the main mcu too, but oh well thats marvel for you).

anyway, daisy becoming director of sword. fitzsimmons working at stark industries. ah im loving this idea more and more who needs kang

[likeadeuce]

wip wednesday : challengers

Tashi smiles toward Art and Lily, tired and fond, and it ought to be a lovely scene but Patrick needs her looking at him.

“Whose idea was the kid?” he asks.

Her gaze pivots and she starts, he is sure, to say something sharp and vicious, but changes her mind and speaks with exaggerated patience. “You see, Patrick, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much --”

Patrick laughs.

Tashi glances across the lawn toward Art and Lily, though there’s no way they can hear her, then leans closer and speaks quietly as she continues -- “and they have mind-blowing, adventurous, emotionally fulfilling sex --”

“Okay.”

“-- on the night Mommy coached Daddy to an instantly legendary victory at the Australian Open --”

“Most of the time when people are having mind-blowing, adventurous, emotionally fulfilling sex, they don’t need to work so hard to tell you all about it.”

“Did you even make the main draw in Melbourne that year? I’m pretty sure you washed out of the quallies before we even landed.”

“Okay, so one of two things is happening here. Either you have been paying a weird amount of attention to the results of somebody you weren’t even speaking to. Or. You went back and memorized my entire record so you’d be able to change the subject to something that has nothing to do with. . .Wait, seriously. . .” He can’t help looking back over at Art and Lily, who still don’t give a shit that he’s watching. “That’s when you got pregnant?”

It makes sense. Art had won his first AO, and Tashi had been visibly pregnant six months later when he won Wimbledon, ready to pop by the US Open. It didn’t take a superfan to know all that; you just had to watch TV. The British tabloids had been particularly vicious about Tashi's looks (which was insane because it was Tashi) and the next year Art made an off the cuff comment about how he did “not particularly” enjoy the atmosphere at Wimbledon which got blown up into a thing about American arrogance, and (coincidence or not) Art never had a good tournament there again. This was all basic Donaldson lore.

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Welcome, welcome, one and all, to my wonderful shitshow of a blog! This started out as an ask/rp blog (it will still occasionally show that, and the dedicated tag is gonna be added to such posts) but has evolved into a gimmick/brainrot main blog!

If you want reblogs, go to @the-shiny-post-hoard because I don't wanna clutter up my original content with reblogs anymore.

Also, quick side note: Please do not put fundraisers in my ask box, this is a blog mostly made for my random rambles and thoughts and fandom stuff, and I get really drained from these asks because I cannot tell bots and real people apart in askboxes. I am also broke, and cannot donate myself.

GIMMICK BLOG INFO/LORE:

Gimmick name: ????

Gimmick info: Occasionally Caw-ing in people's ask boxes or reblogs. In ask boxes, if there's a translation for the Caws, it will be in (parentheses). In reblogs or posts, translations will be in the tags.

Gimmick lore: TBA

NON-GIMMICK INFO:

Name: Vee (thinking of a new name soon though!)

Age: what are you, a cop? Just don't be creepy asshole.

Pronouns: He/him, it/its (only if ur close can you call me an it)

Sexuality: asexual demiromantic. With a sprinkle of gay.

Info: artist, learning to 3D model and code and animate to eventually make games. Avid roleplayer and has... far too many blogs to count. Occasionally writes songs.

Please add a reblog bait warning to things like the duck of creativity, I'm fine with reblog games like picrew chains and stuff but I have really bad anxiety with things like reblog bait.

TAG LIST (UNDER CUT):

#welp! to the abyss! (Original post tag)

#ooo shiny! (Reblogs with added stuff tag)

#this is barely a manslaughter! (Gimmick blog things)

#what's a murkrow? (Pokemon irl stuff I reblog sometimes)

#the ask blog part or whatever (stuff continuing on the old ask blog part of this blog. Block if you don't want to see it!)

#the crow paints (art tag. Please reblog these posts :3)

#buzz buzz? (@ohabeeeeeee being silly with me)

#does zues hate you or something? (@prismaticstarshch tag. I'm serious how do you keep on getting struck by lighting in AO.)

#development hell is real (Marigold Harbor Online development updates. Currently in concept stages!)

[gyusimp]

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Hello everyone! I hope you are good. I've been thinking about something for a long time and I want to share it with you. As everyone knows, Gyutarō is my biggest obsession and I decided to create this blog to write content exclusively for him but I love many more characters besides him that I have wanted to write/post things about here on Tumblr but because of that I ended up posting it only on AO3 due to Gyu's exclusivity and some people read it but not as many as I would like or not as many as if I had posted it here too.

I belong to other fandoms and I would like to expand my literary horizons lol and be able to interact with more people and create content for those other characters that I love so much because I also have ideas that don't fit Gyutarō 100% of the time and sometimes I feel like I'm limiting myself, cause sometimes is a bit boring just write for them but not post it and can't talk with someone else about them lol

I'm seriously thinking about opening requests and posting both here and on AO3 content for other characters (both from Kimetsu no Yaiba and other fandoms) since I met a fictional boy who is driving me crazy and I obsessively want to write for him. Important! Without deprioritizing writing for Gyutarō, he will continue to be the main character of this blog and his content will be written normally (as will the requests for him) it would be more than anything from time to time to write a random idea or fulfill a request for another character, nothing serious.

I love you all very much and I appreciate the acceptance that my crazy ideas have had and my growth on Tumblr is thanks to all of you so I wanted to know what you think and based on the majority to be able to make a decision and see if it is okay with you that I post things about other characters here or if you prefer that I just post the link to AO3 specifically for those who are interested in those other characters.

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Lately it's been a bit difficult for me to write smut fluently so I've decided to moderate the amount of smut I write to feel comfortable and work with something that I'm happy to post, so I'll put it aside for a while the smut is completely explicit (but you can still find hot scenes, don't worry)

I'll leave a poll where I'll greatly appreciate your opinion or you can say what you think in the comments. Likewise, I'll later post a list of the characters with whom I'm open to writing for, in case one matches with my current followers. I know that not all of us accept changes positively when we have become accustomed to something, however, I ask you to please avoid offensive or hateful comments.Thank you very much for all your support and understanding, I love you! 💜

[little-moonbeam-666]

Dragons And Butterflies And Dragonflies... Oh My!

Soooo 9k words later and I’ve produced an Aegon Targaryen smut.... holy shit! Warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, Aegon being vulnerable as fuck (yes that’s a whole ass warning), Aegon also radiating SWITCH energy

ALSO: Tell me if I should do a continuation of this? Or like just a small spinoff of this? Ideas?

High Valyrian Translations:

Ñuhon - mine

ñuha jorrāelagon - My love

gevie riña - beautiful girl

Ao sagon sīr gevie skori ao limagon syt nyke - You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.

Being Helaena’s lady in waiting had its perks. Not only had Helaena become one of your best friends over the years, but so had her brother, Aemond. The only one you hadn’t gotten close to was their older sibling, Prince Aegon. He practically acted as if you didn’t exist. 

“Why don’t you just talk to him instead of staring at him from across the table?” Aemond whispered, leaning close to your ear. You quickly took a sip of your wine to calm yourself. He had a point but you could never bring yourself to speak to him.

“Because he makes me nervous. I can’t talk properly around him.” you whispered back, moving the food around on your plate, never actually eating anything.

“Why would my drunken whore of a brother make you nervous? If you show him any bit of interest, I’m sure he’d bed you without a second thought.”

You sighed heavily, becoming irritated with your best friend.

“I don’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost… if there’s even room for another notch. I care about him, Aemond.” you said bitterly, gulping down the rest of your wine.

“You just need to make him see you, Y/N.”

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Please enlighten me, my prince.” you said sarcastically.

He smirked, taking a sip of wine before speaking again.

“I have an idea, but you won’t like it.” he warned.

At this point you didn’t care if you’d like it or not. You wanted Aegon to notice you.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll pretend to like you. He always wants what he can’t have. If we pretend to have feelings for each other, he’ll at least see you. Then once you have his attention, you can confess your feelings to him.” he said simply, as if it was going to be the easiest task.

You sighed and pursed your lips, hating the idea of pretending to have romantic feelings towards your friend, but you were willing to do it if Prince Aegon noticed you.

“Fine. We start now.” you whispered, smirking at him and letting out a loud giggle before grabbing Aemond's hand and lacing your fingers with his. You could see the initial shock on his face before he played along, gripping your hand tight and giving you a smile. Your laugh must have been heard by the eldest prince because when your eyes glanced around you saw a confused look on Aegon's face, his gaze focused on yours and Aemond's interlocked fingers.

Throughout the rest of dinner, you and Aemond made small talk, your hand never leaving his and your false giggles and smiles just fueled the fire. Aemond put on the best show he could, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. To the others it looked like it was shared secrets between lovers, but in reality it was just Aemond pointing out the fact that Aegon’s eyes hadn’t left the two of you the entire time.

The next week continued on just the same. You and Aemond spent every waking moment together, making sure you were always in the line of sight of his brother. And with every day that passed, the more pissed off Aegon looked. You couldn’t help but notice the way he stared longingly at you every time you laughed at something Aemond had said or the way he glared at Aemond with pure hatred every time he touched you.

It was day nine of making Aegon jealous when the plan finally began to pay off. You were walking one of the main corridors alone, prepared to go back to your chambers to get ready for supper. You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you and almost screamed when your shoulder was grabbed to stop you. When you whipped around to see who it was, your heart almost stopped.

“Aegon,” you breathed out “My prince, is something the matter?” you asked, praying your words didn’t crack as you spoke. You could tell he looked a bit flustered.

“Lady Y/N, may I ask you something?” he questioned, fidgeting a bit, unable to keep still.

“Why of course, my prince.”

“Why do you like my brother?” he asked. You could see the disappointment in his eyes when he spoke to you. You froze at the question, not sure how to answer. 

“I… I’m not quite sure I understand.” you muttered, feigning confusion.

“You like my brother, do you not?” he continued.

“Of course I do, he’s my friend.” you admitted. And you weren’t lying. Aemond was your friend and always had been.

“Your actions as of late make it seem like the two of you are a bit more than friends.” he grumbled. “What’s going on between the two of you?”

“Nothing.” you answered.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I confronted Aemond about what was going on and he told me to come ask you myself.”

Of course Aemond sent him straight to you. It was now or never.

“I’m not lying, my prince. Prince Aemond and I are just friends. He was only helping me get the attention of someone I have very strong feelings for.”

“And who might this lord be? I highly doubt that he’s worthy of your time. You’re far too pretty for any of the lords here in Kings Landing.” he scoffed, trying to seem unfazed. But you saw right through him. You could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of him. And he thought you were pretty… you had to fight to keep the smile off your face. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Aemond rounding the corner.

“Ah, there you are, Lady Y/N. Come now, it’s time for supper. We wouldn’t want to be late.” he said, quickly linking his arm with yours before glancing at his brother. “You too. Wouldn’t want mother to scold us all for being late.”

Aemond pulled you away before you could even say anything, leaving Aegon standing in the corridor alone. You waited until you were out of earshot to speak again.

“What are you doing? I was about to tell him!” you huffed. He laughed as he continued to drag you through the long corridors.

“Just trust me, Y/N. This is just to make him sweat a little and ensure that he truly wants you.”

You arrived at dinner, about to take your usual spot on the left on Aemond but he quickly stopped you, moving you to his right. You gave him a suspicious look but sat down anyway, assuming that Aegon would now be sat to your right. And of course, as expected, when Aegon arrived he took his usual seat that was next to you.

You glanced over at him as he sat down only to find his gaze already on you. You gave him a shy smile before looking away, causing you to not see the faint smile he gave in return. But Aemond saw and he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to tease his brother… or you.

“Dear brother, what are you smiling at?” Aemond asked, giving Aegon a knowing smirk.

“I was smiling at Lady Y/N, brother.” he said matter of factly.  “I’m just pleased that for once she’s close enough for me to have a conversation with her. You seem to have been stealing all of her time as of late. It has proven difficult to find her without you at her side.”

“I apologize. If it’s Lady Y/N’s time that you want, all you need to do is ask. I’m sure she’d love to spend some time with you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he said, giving you a knowing smirk. In that moment you wanted to slap that smirk right off Aemond’s face, but you gave him a smile anyway.

“Yes, of course.” you said, turning your attention towards the eldest prince with a blush on your face. “I’d love to spend time with you, if that’s what you wish, my prince.”

Aegon smiled before forming a smirk and leaning closer to you so only you could hear him.

“I’d very much like to see you later tonight.” 

You could feel heat rising to your face and your heart began hammering in your chest. You composed yourself as best you could before smiling and nodding your head shyly. Aegon’s gaze directed towards Aemond, a wicked and almost triumphant smirk on his face as he sat back in his chair while dinner was beginning to be served.

The rest of dinner you felt tense. Aemond could see it and kept trying to make small talk with you and giving you and Aegon knowing glances. You could tell he was proud of himself for his plan had worked. And then there was Aegon, who kept finding any excuse to touch you. Whether it be his hand on your shoulder while he talked to you or his knee nudging gently against yours, he found a way to make it happen. You couldn’t contain the butterflies you felt at every touch. You’d even noticed he’d paced his drinking during dinner, only having two goblets of wine instead of his usual five or six.

When dinner was finally finished and the table was being cleared, Aegon pulled you aside. You must have looked a little panicked because you could see Aemond trying not to laugh out of the corner of your eye before he turned to speak to Helaena. Aegon’s voice pulled your attention back to him.

“I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. I’d like to see you later tonight. Meet me in my chambers after everyone’s asleep. I’ll send my guards away, so just knock.”

“Ok, yeah. I can do that.” you said quietly, giving him a smile. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles before locking his eyes on yours.

“I look forward to seeing you later.”

You watched silently as he walked out, only being brought back out of your daze by Helaena and Aemond approaching you.

“It’s so nice to see you and Aegon finally speaking, Y/N.” Helaena said, a grin on her face. She’s known about your feelings towards her older brother for a couple years now and has always silently encouraged you from the sidelines to approach him, but never pushing you. “What did he say?”

“He, um… he wants me to meet him in his chambers later tonight after everyone’s gone to bed.” you whispered, only loud enough for Helaena and Aemond to hear you. Helaena grinned, obviously excited for you, and Aemond tried to contain his laughter at how nervous you seemed.

“Should we expect a babe in your belly by the end of the night?” Aemond chuckled, enjoying how red your face became at his comment.

“Aemond!” Helaena scolded, making her brother look only half sorry about his comment. Tormenting you was one of his favorite past times and he knew you really didn’t mind the comment.

“No! We’re just spending some time together, that’s all.” you said.

“Dragons and butterflies will soar together.” Helaena mumbled under her breath, zoning out for a moment before her eyes locked back on you, a smile on her face as if she didn’t just say something totally off the wall. You and Aemond were used to her ramblings by now and chose to ignore it like you almost always did.

“Y/N, Aegon isn’t known for just ‘spending time’ with anyone… especially a beautiful woman like yourself. He has motives behind this, and I hate to admit it, but I don’t know what they are. I know you care for him deeply but I don’t want to see you get hurt. It’d be such a nuisance to have to kill him for hurting you. Be careful when you go to see him tonight. Please.” Aemond said, his tone switching to a more serious one. You grabbed Aemond’s hands in yours in an attempt to soothe his worries.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” you assured him before bidding both him and Helaena goodnight, giving each of them a hug and kiss on the cheek before you left.

Your mind was racing the entire way back to your private chambers, wondering if you should change into your nightclothes or stay in your dress. What would you and Aegon even talk about? You’d hardly spoken to him at all… especially whilst alone with him. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst, hoping he didn’t want to just bed you and then toss you aside like one of his whores. You were still a maiden after all. If you laid with him, it would be out of love… at least on your end. You weren’t sure you could handle being discarded when he was done with you. It would truly break your heart. And if that happened you didn’t want to see what would happen to Aegon when Aemond found out about it.

You opted to change into a thin, floor length nightdress, throwing a thick blue and gold velvet robe on top to maintain your modesty around the prince. Standing in front of your small vanity mirror, you unpinned your hair, letting it fall in precise waves down your shoulders. You proceeded to take off your jewelry, just to procrastinate just a little bit longer. You held the jewelry in your hands, thinking about all the things that may occur tonight. By the time you were done doing a handful of menial tasks, it had been close to an hour. Surely everyone should be in their respective chambers by now, getting ready for bed.

Quietly, you snuck out of your chambers, your bare feet padding gently against the cold stone floor. You made your way down several corridors and up a flight of stairs before making a sharp left turn down a long hall. You knew exactly where the eldest prince's room was. It was at the exact opposite end of the extremely long corridor from Helaena’s chambers. You were sure to make no noise as you continued to walk until you stood in front of the large wooden door. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you raised your hand and knocked twice. Your knocks were so gentle you weren’t sure the prince would have even heard them. But alas the door opened, revealing Aegon in a loose tunic and equally loose fitting trousers.

“Lady Y/N, come in.” he said, ushering you inside and peeking his head out the door to make sure that nobody had seen you before shutting the door and barring it shut. You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. But Aegon spoke before you could think of anything. “I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come. I know most women don’t necessarily trust me enough to be alone with me. And I’m sure my brother warned you to be cautious around me…. But I’m glad you came.”

You could hear the sadness and a bit of disappointment in his voice as he spoke, sounding so unsure of himself. You weren’t used to hearing him use that tone, as he normally oozes confidence and cockiness.

“I’m glad I came too, my prince.” you said quietly.

“Please call me Aegon. No need for formalities while we’re alone.” he said, looking in your direction.

“Alright, Aegon.” you said, unable to keep the smile off your face. He smiled back, a genuine smile that radiated warmth and happiness. Those were other emotions you never saw the prince display. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Do you, um, do you know why I wanted to see you?” he asked, taking a tentative step towards you. You stayed in place, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“No, Aegon, I don’t.” you admitted, nervousness washing over you as he stepped even closer. Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he stepped around you and moved to sit on the sofa next to the fireplace.

“Come sit, Y/N.” he said, gesturing to the spot next to him.

You did as he asked and slowly walked over before sitting down next to him, closer than you intended, your knee brushing against his. He smirked and the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up.

“Aegon, I’m not sure why you wanted to see me, but I will say I’m not interested in just jumping into bed with you just for you to forget about me in the morning. That’s not who I am.” you rushed, wanting to get the words out before you became too shy to say them. Aegon seemed to freeze, his eyes going wide in shock at your little outburst. You watched him for a few seconds watching his expression change, the hurt clear on his face.

“Is that what you think of me, Y/N? You think all I wanted from you was a quick fuck?” he grumbled, looking at you. He honestly looked like he was about to cry.

“No, Aegon, I just… I know…” you started, stumbling a bit over your words, not sure what you really wanted to say.

“I know I have a reputation, Y/N. And I know that Aemond probably told you that’s all I’d want from you… but he’s wrong. I just want to get to know you better.” he said, seeming genuine.

“Why?”

“Because I like you. Is that not enough?” he asked, clearly beginning to feel wounded.

“You like me? Aegon, I’ve been serving your family for years and you’ve never once talked to me until now. You didn’t want anything to do with me until you thought that Aemond was interested in me.” you said. You didn’t mean to sound rude, but it was true. There was a long pause and deafening silence.

“You came here right after your twelfth name day to be my sister's lady in waiting. Helaena absolutely adores you, loves you even. She calls you her butterfly… whatever that means.” he said, causing shock to cross your face. Helaena only called you that in private. She gave you the nickname the first week you’d come to the Red Keep and has called you that ever since. “Then there’s my mother and father who always tell us that you should’ve been born a princess and say whoever you marry will be the luckiest man in the seven kingdoms. And Aemond, who attached himself to you when he lost his eye and claimed Vaghar. You helped nurse him back to health and never left his side. And you were terrified when he finally forced you to take your first ride on Vaghar with him. He didn’t know you were afraid of heights. Then a bouquet of wildflowers showed up in your room the next day to help ease the fear that Aemond had accidentally made you feel. Then on your sixteenth name day you received a gift, a black onyx and emerald necklace straight from Dorne. Then on your seventeenth name day you received the matching earrings… and last year, on your eighteenth, the matching bracelet. Three of the most expensive pieces of jewelry in the entirety of Kings Landing. You wear them more often than not. You were wearing them tonight at dinner. But you never knew who they were from… or the flowers… you could never figure it out. It took everything in me not to tell you.”

His tone was hushed, barely a whisper by the time he’d finished talking and there were silent tears yet to be shed shining in his eyes. Your eyes began to tear up at the realization that you were never invisible to Aegon after all. He’d always seen you… he’d always cared for you. 

“Aegon…” you whispered, not knowing what to say. Words couldn’t begin to express how you were feeling, so you did the next best thing. You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. You felt him slowly leaning into the kiss before he abruptly pulled away, looking almost angry.

“Don’t toy with me, Y/N.” he said through gritted teeth, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“What? Aegon, I’m not toying with you.” you said softly, reaching for his hand. He pulled it away before you could grab it.

“I don’t want your pity just because I laid my heart out on a silver platter for you. You said it yourself, Aemond was only helping you get the attention of someone else.”

“Are you really that daft, my prince? I was trying to get your attention… not some random lords. Just you. It’s always been you, Aegon.” you admitted, moving your hand up to caress the side of his face and giving him a soft smile.

He immediately leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact. You’d never seen him look so calm… so at peace. His hand came up to cover yours, holding it captive against his cheek.

“You mean it?” he asked, his eyes still closed and his hand still covering yours.

Again, you didn’t answer. You only leaned forward and kissed him once more, slowly, showing him that you truly meant it. He kissed you back, his lips moved slowly against yours, your hot breath mixing with his as the seconds went by, slowly turning into minutes. The only noises in the room were the crackling fire, the wet smacking of lips, and the soft gasps you both let out. Reluctantly, Aegon pulled away, breathing heavily.

“Aegon, what’s wrong?” you asked, not sure why he stopped.

“You should probably go back to bed, Y/N. It’s getting late.” he said, his eyes locked on yours. His words were telling you to go, but the look he was giving you was begging you to stay.

“Can’t I just stay here with you?” you asked hopefully.

“I don’t want you to think that you have to stay or that you have to do anything with me tonight. If you were caught here in the morning it could tarnish your reputation… your virtue would come into question. I care about you so deeply that it hurts, Y/N. You make me want to be a better person, my love.”

There it was. My love. The words you had always wanted him to call you. But what he didn’t know is that you wanted to stay, to do unholy things with him. You wanted to give yourself to him fully and let him take your maidenhead. Fuck your virtue and fuck what anyone else thought come morning. You wanted to be his.

“Aegon, I want this. I want you. But you need to know that I won’t tolerate sharing you with the women from the silk streets. And I won’t stay if you’re drunk all the time. If I give myself to you, I need you to be mine in return.” you said firmly, laying your terms out on the table. 

“You have me. I’m yours, Y/N. You’ll never catch me wandering the silk streets ever again. And I’ll stop drinking so much. I swear it to you. You have my word. As long as I have you, I have everything I need.” he said, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs soothingly over the tops of your knuckles. You leaned forward until your lips were barely brushing his, causing his eyes to flutter slightly.

“Then let me stay here with you. Take me to bed, Aegon.” you whispered seductively, your lips grazing his as you spoke. 

He pressed his lips firmly against yours as he scooped you up in his arms and walked you both over to his bed. He only stopped kissing you to lay you down, admiring the way your hair fanned across the pillows. When Aegon stood straight again and looked down at you, he could have sworn he’d died and gone to heaven. You looked like an absolute goddess laying in his bed.

“My gods, you’re so fucking pretty.” he mumbled in disbelief, more to himself than to you. 

You quickly sat up and smiled at him before he could join you. He watched you carefully as you moved your hands to the front clasp on your robe, unsnapping it and letting your robe fall loose around your body. You slowly slid your arms out of the heavy fabric and revealed the extremely thin, practically see through nightdress that you were wearing.

“Care to help me with the rest, my love?” you asked, teasingly pushing your breasts out so your nipples strained against the fabric.

He quickly joined you on the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you. He tugged your robe from beneath you and tossed it to the floor before his hands came to shakily rest on your knees, bunching the fabric tightly in his unsteady fingers. He was nervous, that much was obvious. You let one of your hands move to cover one of his, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Y/N, I-I know what I’ve done in the past… and the things that have been said about me. I don’t want to do a-anything that would ever hurt you or make you afraid of me. I couldn’t bear it. The love I have for you is indescribable. I just want things to be different with you.” He admitted, his voice shaking along with his hands as he spoke.

“Aegon, I trust you completely. And I love you too. So much.” you said, causing him to smile. “Now if you would be so kind as to help me remove my nightgown, that would be lovely.”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” he purred, letting his hands push the fabric up your legs until the tops of your thighs were exposed. You lifted your butt to help him remove your nightgown. And then it was being lifted over your head, exposing you fully to Aegon for the first time. You laid back, tossing your hands carelessly above your head and stretching out so he could see all of you.

“I think you’re extremely overdressed, my prince.” you teased lightly, hoping you were coming off as confident.

“Oh, is that so?” he asked cockily, a smirk on his face as he pulled his tunic up over his head and tossed it to the floor.

“Uh huh.” you hummed, letting your eyes rake over the newly exposed skin. His hands went to gently untie the strings holding up his trousers, but kept his hands still as he found your eyes focused on his crotch where there was a prominent bulge.

“See something you want, sweetheart?”

“Maybe.” you said, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment from being caught. He let go of the fabric, letting his trousers drop down his legs and leaving him as naked as you. You fought to keep your eyes on his face as he crawled over you until his face reached yours.

“Just kiss me, my love. We can go as slow as you want, I promise.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you once more. 

You eagerly kissed him back and let your arms move to drape themselves around his neck, your lips sliding wetly against his. You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped you when you felt his tongue prodding at your lips, begging for entrance. You shyly opened your mouth, granting him access, moaning louder when his tongue finally came in contact with yours. You could feel him smiling against your lips while his tongue swirled seductively around yours. He pulled away from your mouth, moving his lips down to your neck and sucking hard.

“Aegon!” you squealed, arching your body closer to his.

“Yes, love?” he murmured against the sensitive column of your neck.

“Please…” you whimpered. You knew you probably sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care. “I need you to touch me.”

“Touch you where, my sweet?” he asked, letting his tongue soothingly lick over the purple mark he’d left on your neck.

You let one of your hands come down to grab his wrist and guide his hand from its place beside your head, down your shoulder until his palm rested over your breast. He gave a tentative squeeze, watching as your eyes fluttered shut and the slightest whimper left your lips. His hand continued to gently massage the flesh, enjoying how your whimpers turned into moans as he let his thumb drag repeatedly over your hardened nipple.

“Oh fuck!”

“Such a filthy mouth on my baby girl. And your tits are even better than I imagined.” he groaned, bringing his free hand to your other breast and teasing your other nipple. You couldn’t help but push into his touch, making him smile. “All these years I've fantasized about you and how perfect you’d be, how you’d sound, how perfectly every part of your body would feel beneath my fingers, but not even my imagination could come close to this. This… fuck, this is heaven.”

“Aegon, my love, please.” you whimpered, begging him, although you weren’t sure for what. All you knew was you needed more.

He smirked down at you, loving how your eyes were blown wide with lust and your breathing had become erratic. Without another word he maneuvered himself until his face was level with your breasts, only glancing up at you to give you a wicked smirk and holding eye contact with you as he let his lips wrap around one of the sensitive buds and suckled gently.

The moans slipped from your lips unwillingly, unable to hold them back. The pleasure Aegon was giving you was too intense to focus on anything else. The suction of his lips over your nipple mixed with his hot tongue flicking over the sensitive bud made your head spin, your eyes struggling to stay open while he toyed with you. Your fingers tangled in his platinum hair, holding him to your chest as he moved to the other breast and sucked even harder.

“What do you want, angel? You can have anything you want.” he said, pulling his head away from your chest to look into your eyes.

“I… I don’t know. Aegon, I just want you.” you whined, trying to pull him closer but he held his ground, not moving an inch. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he slowly moved his hand down your body until his fingers were gently rubbing through the curls between your legs. He watched you gasp at the contact and chuckled before moving to lay on his side next to you, never taking his fingers from your pussy.

“Is this what you need, Y/N?” he asked, letting his middle finger delve between your folds to rub circles over your clit.

“Mmm yes!” you whined, bucking your hips gently against his hand.

“Easy, sweetheart. We don’t want to rush this. I want to take my time with you.” he cooed, continuing to slide his fingers through your folds, dipping lower and lower with every stroke until he was circling your now dripping hole. “Oh, baby girl, you’re so fucking wet. Is all this for me?”

“Mhmm, just for you. Only you. It’s always been for you.” you said, feeling lost in the pleasure. He took his time slowly coating his fingers in your slick and teasing you before finally caving and slowly pressing his long middle finger inside you, enjoying the way you gasped at the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Gonna feel so fucking good around my cock.” he groaned, slowly fucking you with his finger.

You whimpered, trying to catch your breath as he slowly fingered you open. His eyes never left your face, watching your expressions and admiring how cute you looked when your eyes rolled back and your eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure. It wasn’t long before he had added another finger to help stretch you out and your moans were obscenely loud.

“Aegon! Baby, please! Please, I want you… need you… fuck, I need you! My love! Please!” you begged, feeling yourself gushing over his fingers. He slowly pulled the digits out of your weeping cunt and brought them up to his mouth, eagerly sucking your juices from them. 

“Mmm you taste so good, my love. Can I… uh…” he started, seeming to get a bit embarrassed by whatever he wanted to ask you, his previous confidence dissipating and a rosy tint rising to his cheeks.

“Can you what?”  you asked breathlessly. You reached over to brush his hair from his face, giving him a soft smile. “You can ask me anything, my love.”

“I want to, uh, use… my mouth… to give you pleasure.” he stuttered out, his eyes not quite meeting yours. The thought of Aegon’s tongue licking through your folds had you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“Mhmm.”  you mumbled while nodding your head. “Yeah. You can do whatever you want.”

Aegon grinned and quickly moved to situate himself at the end of his bed, placing his hands on your currently closed knees. He looked at you expectantly and you slowly opened your legs, letting Aegon push them open as far as he wanted. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing as the cool air hit your throbbing clit.

 “You have the prettiest little cunt, my love.” he praised, moving to lie down on his belly between your spread legs. Your breathing became heavier with anticipation. “Are you ok?”

“Mhmm. I’m perfect.” you assured, grinning down at him.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned forward and licked slowly through your folds, the tip of his tongue prodding at your clit. You immediately let your head fall back against the pillows and let out a breathy moan. Your fingers fisted in the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself. He noticed and let his hands grab yours, guiding them to his hair, encouraging you to tangle your fingers in the platinum strands. You did, pulling his mouth closer to your cunt and grinding against him. Then he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding your hips still as he moved his tongue faster.

You could feel the heat building, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body as Aegon lapped greedily at your slit, occasionally sucking on your clit and making you squeal. His moans were muffled, the vibrations making your legs shake. He pulled back and smirked at you.

“Oh, baby girl, you can’t cum yet. I’m not done with you.” he said.

“And what else do you plan on doing to me, my prince?” you asked teasingly, still out of breath.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do.” he cooed, sincerity shining in his eyes as he leaned his head on the inside of your thigh, staring up at you. He looked fucking angelic. You don’t think you’d ever seen such a beautiful sight such as Aegon laying between your naked thighs with your slick coating his lips and chin and staring at you with pure adoration. 

“Aegon, I want you to take me.” you whispered. He sat up, looking slightly concerned.

“Y/N, are you sure?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long. I don’t want to give myself to anyone else.”

“My love, you’re still a maiden. It’s gonna hurt.” he warned, giving you the opportunity to back out. He moved to lay back down beside you and you moved to face him as his hand skimmed gently up and down your side, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. “I don’t mind waiting for you. However long you need, I’ll wait.”

“There’s no need for me to wait, Aegon. I’ve thought about this for years. I’m ready and I want it to be you.” you explained, hoping to convince him that you wanted this.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he questioned, trying his hardest to give you an escape.

You slowly moved your hand between the two of you, letting your hand find his hard cock and wrapping your fingers around him. He groaned at the sudden contact, loving how warm your hand felt. You slowly began moving your hand, stroking him lazily. His eyes shut, focusing on the euphoric feeling. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips against his for a second before pulling back, seeing his eyes still shut while you continued to stroke him.

“Aegon, I’m yours. Now claim me.”

He quickly removed your hand from his cock, grabbing both of your wrists and bringing them up around his neck as he pushed you onto your back and nestled himself between your legs, nudging them further apart with his knees. You couldn’t contain the whimpers as he leaned down, pressing hot open mouthed kisses against your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin between kisses.

“Ñuhon.” he growled against your skin. You recognized the High Valyrian immediately. Mine. 

“Yours.” you moaned back, letting him know you heard him. He pulled back, looking at you in wonder. You guessed he was unaware that you could understand High Valyrian.

Without looking away from your face he rocked his hips gently against yours, letting his length glide along your slit, coating himself in your arousal. You moved with him, your eyes fluttering in pleasure as the tip of his cock rubbed deliciously against your clit.

“My love, are you ready?” he asked, angling his hips so his tip was lined up with your entrance. You let your eyes open and locked your gaze on his.

“Take me, ñuha jorrāelagon. I’m yours, so claim me.” you whispered back, arching your hips in encouragement for him to finally take you.

Not another word was said as his wide eyes stared into yours and he slowly pushed forward, sliding as gently as he could into your wet heat. You whimpered at the stretch, feeling a stinging sensation as he pushed past your maidenhead and claiming you as his own. He continued to sink into your cunt until his hips were flush against yours. You scrunched your eyes shut tight as you tried to breath through the pain.

“Breathe, gevie riña. The hard part’s over.” he cooed, letting his hand come up to stroke the backs of his fingers over your cheek to soothe you. “You’re mine now.”

“Aegon, move!” you whined, arching your hips. He gently pulled out before pushing back in, effectively knocking the wind out of you.

“Like this, baby? Is that what you want?”

“Mmmm yes, my love. Just fuck me!” you moaned, locking your fingers behind his neck and pulling his lips down to yours.

He instantly kissed you back, slowly licking into your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip and gently pulling on it with his teeth. You whined into his mouth as he started moving his hips, feeling his length sliding against your silky walls. You could feel your wetness seeping out of you with every thrust of his hips, sliding down your ass to stain the sheets beneath you.

Aegon’s kisses suddenly stopped and he pulled back to look at you. You were about to ask why, but you were cut off by a sharp, hard thrust of his hips snapping against yours.

“Aegon!”

“That’s it, my love. Keep moaning for me!” he grunted, picking up the pace and slamming into you. Your moaning was obscenely echoing off the stone walls and you were sure the entirety of the Red Keep could hear you by now. You wondered briefly how Aemond and Helaena hadn’t heard you yet since their rooms weren’t too far away.

“Oh fuck! You feel so good inside me! Need this forever! Forever, my love!”

“You’re gonna be mine forever, my little love. Don’t you worry about that. I’m gonna make you my wife… my queen… I can’t wait to marry you and get you nice and pregnant! Might even get you pregnant tonight, baby.” he huffed out as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. You couldn’t even begin to think about the words he’d said. You were too fucked out to truly listen to them.

“More.. need more, Aegon!” you moaned, desperate for more but not knowing what to ask for.

“Do you trust me, love?” he asked, slowing down his pace until he was barely moving. You could only nod before he smiled at you, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing them towards your chest before moving again. Your eyes immediately started to roll in the back of your head and you squealed, the new angle making him hit something inside you that had you seeing stars. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t even speak. “Look at you taking my cock so perfectly. That’s my good girl. My perfect girl.”

You forced yourself to hold your eyes open and glanced down at where Aegon’s cock was disappearing into your wet cunt. You moaned at the sight and felt yourself clench around his cock. Aegon could feel you clench and then he noticed your gaze focused on where the two of you were joined and smirked to himself. Who would’ve thought his innocent girl would get turned on by the sight of his hard cock splitting you open?

He carefully placed your legs on his shoulders before lowering himself so he was face to face with you again. Your hands immediately found their way behind his neck, holding on to him for dear life. The pleasure was almost too much to take, so much so that your eyes began to water. You hadn’t even realized you had started fully crying until Aegon was gently kissing away your tears, many words of praise spilling from his lips.

“So good for me” “Taking me so well.” “So tight and so perfect just for me.” “Ao sagon sīr gevie skori ao limagon syt nyke.” “Mine.”

“Aegon, please!” you begged, feeling your legs beginning to shake as heat began to consume your entire body.

“You’re so close, baby. I can feel it! Cum for me, ñuha jorrāelagon!” he moaned against your neck, letting one of his hands come between your bodies to rub at your aching clit that was throbbing for release while he continued to rut into you.

The coil seemed to wind tighter and tighter over what felt like forever but in reality was only a few seconds before finally snapping, a scream leaving your throat and scorching heat spreading through your body as your velvet walls clamped down on Aegon's cock as he bit roughly into the side of your neck. The wet squelching sounds got louder, as did your moans and whimpers, and you felt hot liquid dripping down your ass onto the bed, leaving it uncomfortably wet.

Aegon’s breath was hot on your neck as you slowly came down from your high, beginning to feel overstimulated as Aegon chased his own release. Your broken whimpers were cut short as Aegon’s hips stuttered, cumming inside you and letting out a whine of your name followed by the three words you’d never tire of hearing.

“I love you.” he panted into your ear, trying desperately to catch his breath.

“I love you.” you whispered back, pulling his face to yours so you could kiss his lips.

He gently removed your legs from his shoulders, making sure to keep his cock buried inside. The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, saying nothing and sharing gentle kisses. Once Aegon’s cock had softened completely, he slowly pulled out of you and carefully rolled to the side. Looking down, he could see a slight smear of red on his cock and also on your thighs. He grinned to himself, loving that he was your first and silently vowing to be your last. And with that thought he gently gathered you in his arms, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. You didn’t know how long you laid there in his embrace, but you knew the hour was late and Helaena would come looking for you in the morning. Not only Helaena, but most likely Aemond as well.

“Aegon, my love.” you said, getting his attention.

“Y/N, my darling.” he said back, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You could feel him smiling against your scalp.

“It’s late…” you started. Before you could say anything, he cut you off.

“And you’re going to stay here. Now sleep, baby.”

“But Helaena and Aemond-” you quickly said, but once again were cut off.

“They can come find you here in the morning. They were both aware of your feelings towards me, were they not?” he questioned. You simply nodded your head. Aemond and Helaena had both known for years of your feelings towards Aegon. “Then they shall know exactly where to find you. Now get some rest, my love. We’ll take a hot bath together in the morning before going down to breakfast where I plan to tell my mother I intend to marry you. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

“You intend to marry me?” you gasped, almost not believing the words he was saying. He pulled back slightly only to give you an incredulous look.

“Of course I do. I love you and you love me. I’m not letting you go. Now stop asking silly questions and go to sleep.” he chuckled, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but sleep never came. You couldn’t help the twitching and rolling around, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. Apparently your restlessness was keeping Aegon just as awake as you were.

“Baby, it’s been an hour and you’re still awake. Did I not fuck you hard enough?” he joked, letting his fingers graze lightly over your hip.

“I don’t know.” you started, clearly frustrated at your lack of sleep. But then you got an idea, giggling as you voiced it. “Maybe you should fuck me to sleep.”

You heard Aegon chuckle as he pulled you back against him, your back flush against his chest. He was breathing heavily in your ear as he gently lifted your one leg and lined up with your entrance, still sticky with both of your previous releases. In one slow thrust he sheathed his half hard cock inside you. You could feel his length growing in you, slowly stretching your sore, abused pussy. You couldn’t help but whimper.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you to sleep. Nice and slow until you cum. Then we can fall asleep just like this, keep my cock inside you all night long.” he murmured into your ear, pressing chaste kisses there as he slowly began to rock his hips.

The next morning came faster than you would have liked, the sunlight shining in your face waking you up from your few hours of sleep. You smiled remembering the night before, feeling Aegon’s arm draped over your middle and holding you tight, his cock still inside you like he promised. You slowly removed yourself from his hold, hissing slightly as he slipped from your core.

“Where are you going, love?” he mumbled against the pillows, not bothering to open his eyes yet.

“I believe you promised me a hot bath before breakfast.” you said, stretching as you stood up.

“You’re right… I did.” he said, slowly daring to open his eyes.

Your bath had gone smoothly, none of the servants had seen you. You had managed to stay out of sight as they brought the hot water in. Aegon gently massaged your shoulders and back while he helped wash you. And of course he couldn’t help but massage your breasts a bit. You in return helped him, massaging the soap into his hair and washing his body. By the time you were done, you felt refreshed. You could still feel the soreness between your legs but it was slowly dissipating.

The two of you had managed to slip out of his room after putting your nightclothes back on and snuck into your room so you could change. You put on a velvet green dress of Aegon’s choice and quickly pinned your hair half up, leaving half down to attempt to cover the insane amount of lovebites he’d left on you the night before. You put your favorite jewelry on, that you now knew had been gifted to you by Aegon over the years, and readied yourself to face his family.

You clutched onto Aegon’s hand tightly as you made your way through the corridors, the nerves settling in the pit of your stomach. You had no idea how this conversation was going to go. But of course Aegon didn’t seem even the slightest bit worried. The guards at the door gave you two a confused look, but hurriedly opened the large doors, allowing you and Aegon to enter. 

“There you are! I looked everywhere for you this morning!” Helaena chirped, smiling brightly as she saw you.

“Clearly you didn’t check everywhere.” Aegon said, pulling out your chair for you. He’d seated you right between himself and Aemond once again while Helaena was directly across from you.

“Goodmorning, your grace.” you said politely to Aegon’s mother before sitting down, completely ignoring Helaena and Aegon.

“Goodmorning, Y/N.” she said, giving you a smile.

“Oh, where did you find her, Aegon?” she asked her brother innocently, clearly not catching on. You heard Aemond chuckle next to you and you shot him a glare.

“In my bed.” Aegon said simply, beginning to eat the food that was placed in front of him. You immediately hid your face in your hands, not wanting to see the queen's reaction to her son's statement.

“So was I right, Y/N? Should we expect a tiny babe anytime soon?” Aemond laughed. You quickly kicked him under the table, only making him laugh harder. Before you could answer, Aegon answered for you.

“I guess we’ll know in a month or so.” he said, taking another bite of whatever was on his plate.

“Oh, is Y/N having a baby?! How lovely for my little butterfly! Are you the father, Aegon? The baby will be half dragon and half butterfly… a little dragonfly!” Helaena announced excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Queen Alicent spoke, directing the question at you and her children. Aegon leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“I guess now’s a good time, right?”

Then he stood up, turning slightly to face his mother.

“Mother, I intend on marrying Lady Y/N. I am in love with her and she with me. She has been extremely loyal to our family, especially Helaena and Aemond. You and father have always spoken so highly of her saying she should be a princess. Let me give her that title. Let me have her.” he begged. You grabbed his hand, seeing a bit of raw emotion showing on his face as he spoke. He squeezed your hand gently, silently thanking you for the support. “And as for the possible babe growing in her womb… I see no reason why we should not be married within the month, should you agree.”

Queen Alicent sighed heavily and rubbed her temples, it clearly being too early to deal with her children's bullshit. But alas, she smiled and it was directed at you.

“Y/N, do you truly love Aegon?”

“Yes, your grace. I’ve loved him for years.” you answered.

“Well… we shall make arrangements and the two of you will be married within the month.” she agreed. “Y/N, try to keep him in line, please.”

“I will, your grace. I swear it.” you promised.

Aegon sat back down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leaning in close.

“All you have to do is show me your tits and I’ll be at your mercy, darling wife.”

“Aegon!” you and the queen both hollered in unison, making Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon laugh. Aegon gently gripped your chin, making you look at him.

“I love you.” he said, inching closer to your face.

“I love you, too.” you replied, closing the distance and pressing your lips gently against his before pulling back slightly. “And our possible little dragonfly.”

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Gonna post a longer one in a bit, but I wanted to add this quick little bit for setting up what I'll post later. I actually love the next bit so much when they're not being complete douches but just petty af–

Dove Masterlist

Party Tricks

You hum to yourself, taking in the decor of the monastery that has so kindly taken you in for the night. After several weeks in the wilderness, spending a night in a place with such civilised and well-mannered individuals feels like a welcome change of pace. Tripitaka continues to be a good source of company– that is– when he isn’t being terrified by the occasional demons we pass that try to attack. However, Monkey King continues to be difficult. You wouldn’t expect anything less from him anyway. The newest addition to your pilgrimage, Ao Lie, was a more silent companion. Whether or not his more quiet demeanour stems from maintaining his form as the monk’s steed, you’re still unsure of.

The dragon-horse is now being taken care of by some of the attendants that serve in the monastery while the eldests of the monks makes conversation with Tripitaka. As old as he appears, it was still a shock to everyone, Sun Wukong included, that he has walked the earth for well over 200 years. The old monk smile is still as lively as the youngest one in the monastery. “So you have already travelled ten thousand miles in your pursuit to deliver these scriptures?” The man questions as he and Tripitaka walk side by side.

“Yes, I am accompanied by my two disciples and a disciple of the Bodhisattva you worship in this monastery.” The young monk answers, smiling to you as you nod in acknowledgement. It was a pleasant surprise to find the main hall of the building was named for Guan Yin.

The older man shakes his head lightly. “Well then, I am sure you would all like a moment to rest. I will call for tea to be served, then you can be shown to your rooms where you may rest for the night.”

Thanking the man, you all move to a room where your group can sit and drink together. You find it amusing how much joy Tripitaka shows when everyone is given their cups, their edges lined in gold. Whatever tea they served the three of you adds to his wonder, the brew colourful and fragrant as a flower.

While the two monks continue their conversation, you catch the eye of another carefully approaching. There seems to be a small group of monks that have gathered just by the doorway you all entered from, whispering excitedly amongst each other as they watch their fellow monk grow closer to our group. Maybe they want to talk with Tripitaka? You’re sure it must be exciting to hear that the one chosen to collect the Buddha’s scriptures is in your very own monastery. Of course they’d want to talk with him.

“Pardon, miss?” You blink, the monk you had noticed approaching now looking at you.

You nod with a smile. “Yes?”

The younger monk is quite soft spoken, his voice just above a whisper as he speaks to you. “Is it true what your companion says? Are you a disciple of Guan Yin?” The question takes you off guard for a moment, not expecting it. Looking back to the small group, you see they keep their eyes not just on their companion, but on you as well now, their gaze curious.

“Yes, the Bodhisattva took me in as her disciple when I was just a young girl.” You explain, shifting slightly in your spot as you take another sip of your tea.

Almost immediately, another joins her friend in approaching you. “You mean to say you’re a disciple of the Bodhisattva of the south seas herself?”

“Yes, I–”

“You’ve met the goddess of mercy? In person?” Another joins them, quickly followed by another.

“Well–”

You can barely get a word out when the rest of the group migrate to your person. “You’re telling the truth?”

With so many now quickly surrounding you, the words become lost in your throat. You can barely answer one question before another is asked, the group quickly encroaching on your space. You quickly begin to feel flustered as you look to each of them, unable to figure out what to say to who.

And as if it can’t get any worse, that stupid monkey just has to butt in. “She was blessed by Guan Yin!”

The group grows silent as Sun Wukong enters the conversation, quickly squeezing through the monks before dragging you to your feet by your arm. “With one touch, her magic will put your mind to rest and vanquish any stress in your mind!” He raises your hand into the air before you’re able to snatch it back.

“You blabbering–”

Before you can finish, the first monk steps closer. “Please, could you use your gift on me? These past few days have been stressful, to say the least, and I would appreciate such a gesture.” He looks at you with eyes as wide as a child’s, his gaze pleading.

You pause for just a moment, trying your best to process everything being said before slowly nodding. “A-Alright, give me your hand.” You offer a polite smile before taking his hand in your own and using your gift. It only takes a moment, and the monk’s eyes flutter close. He opens them quickly, his face lifted and his smile even brighter.

“Incredible!” He beams, amazed by his newfound peaceful state. His joy makes you smile brighter, but it quickly fades as the other monks jump to join their companion in requests.

Suddenly, it’s just like before, with everyone speaking over one another as you struggle in your fluster to pick out one person’s question from another. Overwhelmed, you look to Tripitaka and the elder monk for assistance, only to find them walking away with Sun Wukong. “Master, you must show your cassock! It was gifted by Budhha himself, wasn’t it?”

“Really? I would like to see that.” The old monk hummed at that, and you can just see Monkey King looking back at you with a devious grin before ushering your last to chances of getting out of this mess away.

That bastard!