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[sofiagillan]

ᴀʜ, sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ! 🌞💛 ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ɪᴛ ɪs! #sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ #ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ #ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss #sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀᴅᴀʏ #sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛᴛɪᴍᴇ #sᴍɪʟᴇ #ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ #sᴜɴ #ʟᴏᴠᴇ #ғᴜɴ 🌺 ɪᴍᴍᴇʀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴀʏs, sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ! 🌈💕

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CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME.: Minato Yukito Arisato NICKNAME: Living Blueberry, Blue Boy, Min-Min. Blueberry. Blunty Blueberry. Mi-Kun. That ghost hunter guy on television. ALIASES: Midnight Moon/Moon (Phantom Thief Codename) Spookyblueberry (Online chat username) Leader. PRONOUNS: Male/He/Him HEIGHT: 6'2 / 187.96 cm AGE. 17 - 27 ( 24 - Post-Persona 4 Arena Ultimax | 27 - Persona 5 and onward) ZODIAC: Cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese (1st Native Tongue) English (2nd Native Tongue) French (Intermediate) Spanish (Intermediate) Chinese (Novice level)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR: Medium-Long Umkempt Blueberry blue hair with a bang over his right eye. FACIAL HAIR: None. Whenever he gets some, he shaves it immediately. He prefers to be clean-shaven. EYES: Calming, Gentle grey eyes. SKIN TONE: Slightly pale, but toned. BODY TYPE: Tall. Lean Atheltic build. Got in shape due to 4 - 5 years of lugging around really heavy ghost-hunting gear. Looks slim with loose clothing on. Peak physical form visible on tight-fitted clothing. VOICE: Laid back, calming, and relaxed tone. Some sleepy undertones on occasion. Deepens when faced with a serious situation be it supernatural, when threatened, or shadow related. DOMINANT HAND: Right, but can use his other hand without issue. POSTURE: Relaxed, Laid back on most days, upright and straight during interviews or guest appearances. His hands in his pants pockets at all times unless he needs to use his hands, or is in the middle of a serious situation. SCARS: Lots of emotional scars. Three scars on his back from a demonic entity attack during an investigation. BIRTHMARKS: None. MOST NOTABLE FEATURES: Blueberry-colored hair. Teal-blue jacket and on occasion, a teal blue scarf that Fuuka Yamagishi had knit for him as a special gift. Headphones in ears (Personalized custom handcrafted earphones, a special gift from Fuuka) Rockstar good looks at a Ken doll level of attractiveness, so he is very handsome. 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ― PLACE OF BIRTH: Iwadotai City, Tatsumi Port Island, Japan. HOMETOWN: Iwadotai City, Tatsumi Port Island, Japan. SIBLINGS: Verse dependant (By default, none. In other AU's. Minako/Kotone/Hamuko is his little sister. PARENTS: (Father) Charles Wittley Arisato || Yukina Yumiko Arisato (Mother)

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ― OCCUPATION: Celebrity Paranormal Investigator (Lead Investigator & Host of his television show Paranormal Quest) Veteran Auxilary Reserve Member of Mitsuru Kirijo's Shadow Operatives (Second in command) CURRENT RESIDENCE: Home Residence in the nicer district of Tokyo, but travels a lot for work. CLOSE FRIENDS: Junpei Iori (Best Friend). Fuuka Yamagishi, Aigis, and Yukari Takeba. FINANCIAL STATUS: Very wealthy from the critically acclaimed success of his television show Paranormal Quest.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Yes. Class 5 Drivers License.

CRIMINAL RECORD: Clean

VICES: Overthinking, Eating... A LOT. Lazy on mornings. Random spacing out/staring into space, short attention span and easily amused. Comes off as too self-contained and stoic so it takes a bit to talk about himself in full detail.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

LOVE LANGUAGE: Words Of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Gifts and Quality Time.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: Pragmatic, but not limited to anyone. Minato has had ups and downs in past with relationships. He often struggles to maintain one due to his s/o not being able to deal with dating a celebrity. With Paparazzi's everywhere he goes, it's hard to get much peace and privacy. Also Minato travels a lot which has also caused issues. So while he's optimistic to an extent, he's usually doubtful at first, nothing personal, he's just used to relationships ending due to his fame.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE: Burn My Dread and Burn My Dread Final battle mix. (Persona 3 OST) Mass Destruction (Persona 3 OST) Ghostbusters theme.

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Searching for cursed/haunted items or objects to purchase and collect, listening to music. playing video games, going for late night walks, watching horror movies.

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Both because he was the leader of SEES and is the second in command within the Shadow Operatives, he also has a professional reputation to keep in tact, which also adds to it.

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Confident at everything else, but doubtful when it comes to relationships due to his past bad luck of failed relationships due to his celebrity status. He's very proud of his perfect hair. Doesn't think of himself as a celebrity and prefers to be treated equally like an everyday human being rather than a star dazzled celebrity.

Tagged by: No one, I stole it from @tricksheart Tagging: @tacitusauxilium | @belovedblossoms (Chiaki) | @electricea | @hxpelessnurse and YOU! ....if you wanna do this that is.

[etlascivus]

@hhemeraa how will you be DEVOURED ?

       to be loved by the devil of carnal sin is to be trapped with him for all eternity . if asmodeus's obsession with sarah is any indication , myles has a long future ahead of him . the temporary nature of mortal years && mortal flesh will have no say in young man's end . whether it be by transforming him into a demon like himself or preserving delicate soul in the depths of his estate , asmodeus refuses to relinquish love again , especially now with teeth && claws sunk in .

       however life leaves myles , it will not be without a fight . the soul may vanish , but it can be found . the body remains . the body can be preserved . the beast will grieve && grieve , && with eyes red && cheeks stained by streaks of watery kohl , he will summon his ram head . the devil's three stomachs are each unique , && the ram's is the perfect space for that most precious to him . the ram opens its maw && swallows empty corpse whole , keeping it safe until lost soul is found && love returns once more .

[maddestdog]

@idyllicserendipity says... "that was a bit scary, i have to admit." - Reina!

"Ohh, yeah?"

A bit scary is a total understatement.

This latest zombie flick brought more thrills and chills than the last, and while Majima himself loved each and every minute of the absolute gore fest presented on the big screen, he knows the same couldn't possibly be said about poor Reina-chan here. Each little flinch and gasp she made throughout the film served as a reminder that she wasn't nearly as big of a fan of these things as he — even so... she's the one who agreed to this late night horror filled escapade in the first place. No one can say he didn't warn her!

— And no one can say he didn't offer her an arm to cling onto, either.

Now, now, don't get him wrong!! There were no such ulterior motives behind his invitation. Halloween is right around the corner, so he's happy as a clam being able to celebrate his favorite time of year with one of his favorite people. But, what with how cute she is, and how she has this weird habit of making his heart go aflutter lately... well... he wouldn't have particularly minded if the little lady relied on him for some comfort during their time in the cold, dark theater. It's only natural... Right?

Majima's chuckling now, amused more than anything by Reina's confession as they once again greet the crisp autumn air outside. It's dark now, and still, they have the whole night ahead of them. Hands in pockets, he grins as he walks on alongside her.

"There ain't nothin' to be scared of, Reina-chan~" He suddenly pauses in his tracks, making sure to look Reina right in the eyes as he speaks a vow to her then and there.

"Listen here: if zombies really start roamin' the streets one day, you got nothin' to worry about! I'll kick ALL their undead asses for ya, and I'll do it in style. Ya got that?"

[archaictunic]

💖

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you're a 10 but

  “&– -You accidentally knock over volatile potions with your tail ONE TIME.....! ”

[afterdeaths]

TAG DROP NO. 1

[sailingtempest]

[lizzyiii]

Fire and Family (1)

SUMMARY | chapter name: Aemond's Mysterious Girlfriend

WARNINGS | no warnings really, perhaps slight homophobia as well as slight rhaenicent, modern au

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A/N | I had so much fun writing this omggg

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

“Stop worrying."

Aemond’s grip on the steering wheel was tighter than necessary, his knuckles turning white as he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

“I’m not worried,” he replied, his voice flat and unconvincing.

You raised a skeptical brow, your silver hair catching the light as you observed his tense posture. “Is that why your fists are strangling the wheel, and your eyebrows remind me of an angry bird?”

“I’m not worried,” he murmured again, deadpan.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to the window, watching as the city of King’s Landing whizzed by in a blur of traffic and buildings. “Still not convinced, but I’ll drop it.”

As the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Aemond reached over without a word and pushed your feet off the dashboard.

“You’re going to scratch the dashboard,” he said, his tone more parental than necessary.

You huffed in response. “You know what would’ve made this situation so much better?”

Aemond sighed but humored you. “What?”

“If you’d introduced me to her beforehand,” you replied, casual and flippant.

“Little late for that,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the wheel again.

“Not really,” you continued, undeterred. “We can fix it tonight. You can introduce me to her, and I’ll give her a briefing.”

“A briefing?” Aemond finally turned his head to give you a raised brow.

You shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Yeah, you know, some tips on how to handle everyone. I mean, you know how our family can be.”

He turned back to the road, the light now green as the car lurched forward. “You’ll meet her tonight. That’s final.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, rolling your eyes again at his attempt to sound authoritative.

For a moment, there was silence in the car, the tension hanging in the air until you decided to poke at him again. You turned to him with a mischievous smile.

“So, can I at least know her name?”

Aemond sighed, his patience clearly running thin. “You’ll know it tonight.”

Once again, you huffed, fingers reaching for the radio, but before you could even touch it, Aemond slapped your hand away.

"Aemond!" you protested, glaring at him.

“I am not listening to the Mamma Mia soundtrack again,” he grumbled, his gaze firmly locked on the road.

You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in a huff. “It wasn’t going to be Mamma Mia,” you mumbled in a quieter voice, “It was going to be Pitch Perfect.”

Aemond’s lips twitched upwards, but he said nothing, clearly not wanting to start an argument.

After a moment, you spoke up again, “You know everyone's going to be there, right?”

Aemond glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, silently asking you to elaborate.

“Jace is coming back from Winterfell University, Helaena’s flying in from her Dorne trip, and of course, Baela and Rhaena are going to be there too. The whole circus.”

Aemond closed his eye and sighed deeply. “That’s absolutely fantastic.”

You gave him a sickly sweet smile. “I know, right? It’s going to be great.”

CUE THE FRIENDS THEME SONG

"i'll be there for you..."

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - ᴜɴɴᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ-ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ-ʜɪɢʜᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ (ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ's ᴡᴏʀᴅs)

ʜᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ sʜʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ

ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - "ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ."

ʙᴀᴇʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ʀʜᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ᴊᴀᴄᴇ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - "ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏ" (ʜɪs sɪsᴛᴇʀ's ᴡᴏʀᴅs)

ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - ɪs ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs

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“Family, I’m home!” you called out, stepping into the elaborate white foyer, adorned with red and gold accents, the unmistakable colors of House Targaryen. Almost instantly, you heard a high-pitched squeal of, “Mandia!” before a blur of silver hair zoomed toward your legs.

Before Aegon could tackle you, you scooped him up in your arms. His delighted giggles filled the room as you peppered his chubby cheeks with endless kisses. His tiny hands pushed your face away, but his smile said he loved every second of it.

Still grinning, you carried Aegon further into the house and walked into the living room, where you found your Joffrey sitting at the dining table, looking miserable. His dark hair was a mess, and he seemed to be staring at a mountain of papers.

“What are you doing?” you frowned, setting Aegon down and taking a closer look at the chaos.

Joffrey sighed dramatically, shooting you a pleading look that screamed, Save me. “Mum’s making me do homework.”

“Homework?” You scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “It’s summer break!”

“Please tell her that,” Joffrey begged, his eyes wide with desperation as you ruffled his shaggy hair.

Smirking, you patted him on the back. "Good luck with that, babe. You're on your own."

After that you made your way into your room, tossing your suitcase haphazardly onto the floor, you began the half-hearted process of unpacking. It wasn’t long before the monotony of folding clothes drove you to abandon the task altogether. You had barely been home for an hour, and already you were bored out of your mind.

Deciding you needed some distraction, you wandered downstairs to the nursery, where your baby brother, Viserys, was babbling away in his crib. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up, and he let out a delighted squeal. You couldn’t resist scooping him up, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses until he was giggling uncontrollably and swatting at your face with his tiny hands.

"Alright, alright, no more kisses," you chuckled, carrying him out toward the backyard. "Let's go hang by the pool. It's hot enough to melt dragon eggs out there."

By the time you settled onto a lounge chair by the pool, it was around 3 p.m. Viserys lay on your stomach, gurgling happily, while Aegon and Joffrey were busy running around with the family dogs, chasing after balls that had long since disappeared under bushes.

Naturally, the estate wasn’t complete without its own mini-zoo: four large dogs—Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, and Stormcloud—were bounding around, while Syrax, your mother's obnoxiously spoiled Ragdoll cat, lounged on a nearby chair, surveying her kingdom with complete indifference.

You were just about to doze off when the sound of heels clacking against the stone patio jolted you awake. Your mother, Rhaenyra, burst onto the scene, looking as though she’d just sprinted from the boardroom to the backyard. She was still dressed in a sharply tailored business suit, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, phone in one hand and a look of mild panic in her eyes.

“Hey, twin,” you greeted lazily, raising a hand in half-hearted acknowledgment from your pool chair.

She barely slowed her pace, but she leaned down to kiss your cheek and then pressed a quick kiss to Viserys’s forehead. “Oh, you’re home,” she said, clearly distracted as her eyes scanned the chaos happening around the pool.

“Yup, back from the university zoo,” you replied, glancing at your phone. “By the way, what time are we supposed to be at Alicent’s dinner again?”

Rhaenyra frowned, her silver brows knitting together as she thought. “Five. Why?”

You tilted your phone toward her, raising a brow. “It’s 4:55.”

“Seven hells,” she muttered under her breath, eyes widening. For reasons beyond your comprehension, she always treated Alicent Hightower’s monthly dinners like they were state banquets.

“I know I’m late,” she said, already halfway out the door again. “Just give me five minutes to change.”

As she reached the door, she paused and did a quick headcount. Her eyes narrowed. “Where’s Jace?”

You absentmindedly tickled Viserys’s tummy, earning more giggles as you replied, “He texted me. He’s meeting us there. And he’s bringing a friend.”

Your mother turned around, her interest piqued. “A friend, or a friend?”

You gave her an exasperated look. “Mum, it’s his roommate, Cregan. Calm down, please."

Rhaenyra sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. “Well, considering the way you lot are going, I’ve given up hope for grandchildren.”

You rolled your eyes, pointing at yourself, “First of all, your eldest child—that’s me—is only 21."

Then you gestured at Viserys, who was now trying to chew on his own hand, "And second of all, why on earth would you want grandchildren when your youngest is two years old?”

Your mother waved you off, muttering something about you distracting her before she rushed back inside.

She disappeared inside, muttering something about being late. You let out a long, exaggerated sigh, lifting Viserys off your stomach and handing him over to Elinda, the family nanny who had looked after you when you were a babe.

Once Viserys was safely in her arms, you heaved yourself out of the lounge chair and trudged inside to change, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable awkwardness that always came with family dinners at Alicent’s.

You settled on a white, lacy top, a floral skirt that was just the right amount of "summer chic," and a pair of simple heels. You gave yourself an approving nod in the mirror. Definitely Alicent-approved.

Feeling confident, you grabbed your phone and headed out of your room, only to bump straight into Luke, who was coming down the hallway. He grinned at you, but your smile quickly turned into a frown as you eyed his outfit—jeans, a wrinkled graphic tee, and sneakers that had definitely seen better days.

"Are you serious?" you said, crossing your arms. "Are you going in that?"

Luke looked down at himself, confused and mildly offended. "What’s wrong with this?"

You gestured dramatically to your own outfit, then at his. "This is a formal dinner, Luke. We're not going to some burger joint."

"It’s a family dinner," Luke said, clearly not seeing the issue.

"Yeah," you emphasized, "hosted by Alicent. You know, the Queen of Passive-Aggressive Judgement? If you show up in jeans and a t-shirt, she’ll feel disrespected. She’ll probably spend the whole evening giving you the side-eye over the salad forks."

Luke crossed his arms and scowled. “It’s not that big of a dea—”

Before he could finish, your mother appeared at the staircase, looking like a force of nature in her sleek, all-black ensemble, her eyes narrowing immediately as she took in Luke’s choice of attire.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, her voice carrying that “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone that only parents can master.

"It’s a family dinner," Luke mumbled, pouting like a child caught sneaking biscuits before dinner.

Your mother gave him the look. The one that could send grown men running. "Go change."

"But—"

"Go. Change," Rhaenyra repeated, in a tone that left zero room for argument.

Luke groaned loudly, throwing his head back in melodramatic exasperation before stomping back toward his room like a scolded puppy.

By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, your mother had somehow managed to corral the entire chaotic family into the car. Aegon and Viserys were strapped securely in their car seats, with Joffrey wedged between them, poking Aegon every few minutes just to get a reaction.

Luke sat in the very back seat, arms crossed, radiating the kind of grumpy energy only a teenager could muster. You claimed the front seat beside Rhaenyra, already bracing yourself for the inevitable passive-aggressive showdown awaiting at Alicent’s.

"It’s 6 p.m.," you muttered, stating the obvious as your eyes flicked to the time on the dashboard.

Your mother shot you a side-eye glare that could freeze molten lava. You quickly clamped your mouth shut, deciding now was not the time to point out that being late to Alicent’s dinner would no doubt set off a chain reaction of looks and carefully veiled comments that would last the entire evening.

Rhaenyra turned on the radio, flipping through stations until she settled on some boring classical piece that did nothing to soothe the tension in the car.

As she drove through the sprawling estate, known to everyone as The Red Keep—a legacy of your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror, who apparently thought "over-the-top" was the only acceptable style choice—you stared out the window at the endless rows of manicured gardens, fountains, and random side buildings that no one in your family had probably set foot in for years. The mansion itself loomed in the distance, more of a castle than a house, with its stone towers and stained-glass windows.

When your mother finally parked the car, you all piled out in a semi-organized chaos. Rhaenyra retrieved Aegon and Viserys, who immediately started wriggling in her arms, while Joffrey sprinted off toward the front door like he was being chased by dragons. Luke, the embodiment of teenage apathy, slouched behind the rest of you with a heavy sigh that spoke volumes about his deep emotional struggle of having to attend a family dinner.

As you approached the towering entrance, the ever-present bodyguards, Erryk and Arryk Cargyll, stood on either side like twin statues. You gave them a quick nod as you passed, wondering if even they were secretly judging how late you were.

Before you could step inside, a flash of auburn hair appeared, and Alicent was suddenly in front of you, her expression teetering somewhere between mildly annoyed and disappointed but not surprised.

"Rhaenyra," she greeted coolly, her tone carrying just the right amount of disapproval to let you know you were late—very late.

"Alicent," your mother said smoothly, slipping into apology mode. "I know, I know—we’re late. Work ran long." She leaned in, giving Alicent a quick kiss on the cheek that seemed to linger just a second longer than necessary.

You raised an eyebrow, watching the subtle exchange with some curiosity. You were used to Alicent’s uptight demeanor, but there was always something… odd about the way your mother and Alicent interacted. Maybe it was because, once upon a time, they had been best friends—until Alicent up and married your grandfather, effectively making her the stepmother to her childhood bestie.

Yeah, you supposed that would add some awkward tension.

Alicent sighed, pulling back from the greeting with a tight smile. "Well, let’s just hope the food hasn’t gone cold. You know how my father hates to be kept waiting."

"Wouldn’t want to upset Lord Hightower," you quipped under your breath.

Both Alicent and your mother gave you identical disapproving glares, but before they could say anything, Alicent leaned in to greet you with a polite kiss on the cheek. Of course, you had to be you, so you obnoxiously wrapped your arms around her in an exaggerated hug.

"Hello, grandma!" you said, grinning mischievously.

Alicent rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of affection in her sigh. "You know I hate when you call me that."

"Which is exactly why I do it." You winked before clearing your throat. "So, is Aemond here yet?"

Alicent’s smile faltered for a moment, and you could see the familiar worry crease her brow. “No, not yet. But while we’re on the topic…” She gave you a pointed look. "Care to enlighten me on this mysterious girl he’s apparently been dating for two months? You’re usually the first to know these things."

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t know a thing about her.”

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra looked like you’d just told them that dragons were real (again). Their jaws dropped simultaneously, and you glanced between them, confused.

“What? Why is everyone looking at me like I’ve grown a second head?”

“You don’t know?” Rhaenyra said, her tone somewhere between disbelief and accusation.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "Why does everyone expect me to know? I'm not Aemond’s personal secretary."

Alicent waved her arms in exasperation. "Perhaps because you two have been attached at the hip since you were in nappies?"

"Well, for the first time in my life, I don’t know!" you whisper-shouted, your frustration finally bubbling over. "And, yeah, maybe I’m a wee bit hurt that Aemond didn’t trust me enough to tell me her name or introduce us, but hey—that’s his deal!"

Both women stared at you in stunned silence, your mother’s mouth twitching as if she was processing this new information, while Alicent blinked in surprise at your mini-outburst. After a beat, Alicent softened and gave you a light, comforting pat on the shoulder. “The girls are in the lounge,” she murmured, trying to be supportive in the most Alicent way possible.

Lifting your chin, determined to keep your dignity intact, you gave a firm nod. "Thank you." With that, you turned and strode off toward the lounge, making your exit with as much grace as possible.

You took a deep breath, shaking off the last remnants of your frustration, and plastered a bright smile on your face before walking into the lounge. It was one of the many rooms in the Red Keep that felt like it was trying too hard to be both cozy and luxurious, with its intricate tapestries and way-too-expensive furniture that no one was allowed to actually use.

But all thoughts of the décor flew out of your head when you laid eyes on your brother. The first words that escaped your mouth were, "What the fuck happened to your hair?"

Jace looked up from his conversation with Luke and his friend, touching his newly curly locks with a sigh. “Gee, thanks, sis.”

“Not in a bad way!” you quickly backtracked, making your way over to him and playfully ruffling his curls. "I'm just glad you finally abandoned the straightening phase. Natural is always better."

Jace rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly used to your commentary. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway,” he waved a hand toward the guy sitting next to him, “This is Cregan Stark, my roommate.”

You turned to greet Cregan, but the words froze in your throat as your brain registered the sight in front of you. Standing there was a man who looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of Northern Lumberjack Monthly. Dark, unruly hair, piercing blue eyes, and shoulders so broad you were pretty sure he could carry a small house on them.

“Wow," you said before you could stop yourself, your eyes a bit wider than necessary.

Cregan chuckled at your reaction, a deep, rumbling sound. “Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he said, clearly amused.

You quickly regained your composure, throwing on a dazzling smile. "Well, I mean... you're just very Northern."

“Guilty as charged,” Cregan replied with an easy grin.

Trying to focus on literally anything else other than Cregan’s annoyingly attractive face, you turned back to Jace. “Where are the girls?”

Jace, already halfway through his beer, gestured lazily toward the patio with his glass. “Out there. Probably gossiping or plotting our demise.”

You snorted. “Sounds about right. Cheers, boys,” you said, giving a mock salute before heading out to find Baela, Rhaena and Hel.

You let out an excited squeal as soon as your eyes landed on Helaena. Without a second thought, you rushed toward her, practically barreling past Baela and Rhaena with a quick, “Move!”

Helaena, equally excited, squealed back, and the two of you collided in a tight embrace, jumping up and down like you hadn’t just seen each other in a few lifetimes. Which, in fairness, felt true. Helaena had been in Dorne for four months on what could only be described as the world’s longest vacation.

Rhaena watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, while Baela rolled her eyes and dramatically placed a hand over her heart. "Wow, cuz, it’s so nice to know how deeply you value us," Baela said, her voice dripping with mock offense.

With your arms still firmly wrapped around Helaena’s neck, you stuck your tongue out at Baela. “I see you two every day. I haven’t seen Helaena in months, so shush.”

You turned to Helaena, pecking her cheek, before launching into your usual barrage of questions. “Okay, spill! How was Dorne? How was Sunspear? And…” You wiggled your eyebrows dramatically. “How was Quentyn Martell?”

At the mention of Quentyn, Helaena’s cheeks flushed a light pink, and she immediately looked away, pretending to be oh-so-casual. “Dorne was... hot,” she muttered, fidgeting with her sleeve. “Sunspear was beautiful, and... well, Quentyn was lovely too.”

You smirked. “Lovely, huh?”

"Someone’s being a prude," Baela chimed in with a teasing grin. She leaned back against the bench, throwing a glance at Helaena. “Just say what we’re all thinking: you shagged him.”

Rhaena, who had been sipping her wine, nearly choked from laughing, patting her sister on the arm. "Baela, don't tease her. I’m sure it’s all very innocent."

Baela raised an eyebrow and gave Helaena a knowing look. "Yeah, as innocent as Aegon Targaryen with his sisters."

Helaena groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I hate you all.”

You chuckled, plopping down on the bench next to her. “You love us. Now tell us everything. Was there hand-holding? Eye-gazing? Did he pull the classic ‘let me show you the Water Gardens’ move?”

Helaena shot you a look but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto her face. “Fine, fine! He did show me the Water Gardens, but that’s not the point!”

Baela and Rhaena leaned in closer, wide-eyed like they were hearing the most scandalous story of the century. “Did he kiss you under a lemon tree? Were there doves?” Baela gasped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Helaena sighed, clearly regretting sharing anything. "You guys are taking the piss at me. And no, there were no doves. But we had a good time, alright? He is very sweet."

“Sweet is good!” you said, nodding approvingly. “But we’re going to need more details later. Like, what’s his deal? Tall, dark, and broody? Or more of the sensitive, soulful type?”

“Definitely broody,” Helaena admitted, almost shyly. “But... in a nice way?”

Baela snorted. “Classic Martell. Broody and mysterious. I’m telling you, it’s the heat in Dorne. Does something to their brains.”

You wiggled your eyebrows again, completely ignoring Helaena’s growing embarrassment. “Well, sounds like you’ve got yourself a Martell boyfriend. Now we just need to figure out how to drag Aemond’s mystery girl into the spotlight, and we’ll be set for tonight’s entertainment.”

Helaena gave you a playful shove. “You’re impossible. But fine, I’ll fill you in on the nonexistent doves later.”

Before you could embarrass Helaena further, Orwyle, the Red Keep’s ever-serious butler, appeared on the patio, clearing his throat. "Ladies, dinner is about to be served. And Miss Helaena, your brother has arrived."

Helaena raised an eyebrow, "Aemond or Aegon?"

"Both," Orwyle replied in his usual dry tone.

The girls perked up, but before anyone could say another word, your phone blared with the opening notes of "A Whole New World."

Baela gave you a dry look. “Seriously? Aladdin?”

You shrugged unapologetically, "Aladdin is a top-tier movie, and you know it."

As the girls made their way inside, you checked your phone screen where the name "Daeron the Forgotten" flashed in large letters. Rolling your eyes, you hit accept, and Daeron's boyish face filled the screen, silver hair tousled and lilac eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What do you want?" you asked, not even trying to hide the exasperation in your voice.

Daeron feigned shock. "First of all, rude. Second of all, I want to know about Aemond's girlfriend. Is she real or just a figment of his moody imagination?"

"You’re such a busybody,” you teased. “How about actually showing up to family dinners for once and finding out yourself?"

Daeron rolled his eyes dramatically. "I would but I was just there two weeks ago. And you know how much my mum can be..."

“Alicent Hightower? Overbearing? No!” you gasped, clutching your chest in mock disbelief.

Daeron smirked, but then his expression shifted as he groaned. "Plus, last month, when Rhaena announced she was a lesbian, and Mum started quoting the Faith of the Seven like she was auditioning for a preach-off... I’m not in a rush to sit through that again."

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, remembering the uncomfortable but hilarious scene. Wiping away an imaginary tear, you shook your head. "Oh, that was iconic. Alicent with the Seven verses... classic."

“Anyway, turn to the back camera so I can see Aemond’s girlfriend," Daeron insisted.

Rolling your eyes, you juggled your phone awkwardly, trying to press the right buttons with your manicured nails as you navigated through the massive Red Keep. “I’m doing it, relax!”

“Well, hurry up!” Daeron complained, his impatience crackling through the speaker.

Finally, after an eternity of fumbling, you stepped into the dining room. "Okay, got it," you said triumphantly as you flipped the camera.

"Ho-ly shite," Daeron whispered in shock.

Your brow furrowed.

"What?" You looked up, following the collective gaze of your family, all of whom were staring wide-eyed at Aemond. More specifically, at the woman latched onto Aemond’s arm. A woman who, you quickly realized, was a lot older than him.

Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as you finally recognized her familiar face. No. No. No. No.

You blinked, your mouth going dry as you looked at Aemond, who, to his credit, was meeting your gaze with the most desperate “help me” eyes you’d ever seen in your life.

Clearing your throat, you plastered on your best smile, trying to break the god-awful tension in the room. "Professor Rivers! Wow, it’s been a while! How are you?"

The silence in the room somehow got worse, if that was even possible. From your peripheral vision, you caught the sound of someone choking on their wine—most likely Jace—and Alicent’s audible gasp as she clutched her pearls, literally.

This was bad. This was so bad.

Great. Because of course no one else knew that Alys Rivers was your and Aemond's former professor.

Aegon, ever the king of timing, leaned in with a smirk. “So, do we still have to call her Alys? Or is ‘Professor Rivers’ more appropriate?”

You shot him a look that could kill, while Aemond, standing as still as a statue, whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, “I’m going to die.”

Alicent looked like she was about to faint, while Rhaenyra’s eyebrows shot so high, they were nearly in her hairline. “Aemond,” she finally said, her voice tight. “I think you forgot to mention this at the last family supper.”

The room was thick with tension—enough to choke on—and you were just trying to figure out how to survive this nightmare. Grabbing your phone, you whispered into the speaker, "Daeron, I need backup."

On the other end, Daeron was losing it. “Oh, I so wish I was there. This is gold.”

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A/N — tell me what you think!!!! I forgot to put in the word count: 3.9k words. Also for context of all their ages.

Reader—21 | Aegon—24 | Aemond—21 | Helaena—22 | Jace—19 | Daeron—19 | Baela/Rhaena—21 |Luke—16 | Joffrey—11 | Aegon ii—5 | Viserys ii—3 | Alicent—44 | Rhaenyra—44 | Alys—47

Names that are in bold are ones that couldn't be added :(

@missyviolet123 @luckyfirebasement @champomiel @targaryenfamilywreath @lovewithmary @babypink224221

[reputayswift]

I-am. someone who until re-cent. events you shared your sec-rets. with and your loc-ation (you for-got to turn-it off). and so I watch as you-walk. into some bar called The Black-Dog. (and pierce new holes in my-heart—you for-got to turn it off…) And it hits me…I just…don’t…underˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ…how you don’t miss me. in The Black Dog. when some-one. plays The Start-ing Line and you jump-up. (but she’s too-young. to know this-song. that was intertwined in the 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝒻𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔)…old habits die…

sᴄʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴀᴍing…

I move-through. the world with the heartbrok-en. my longings stay unspok-en. and I may never op-en up (the way I did for you.) and all of those best laid-plans. you said I “need-ed a brave-man.” (then pro-ceeded to play-him until I believed it too…) and it kills me…I just…don’t…underˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ…how you don’t miss me. in show-er. and re-member. how my rain-soaked body was shak-ing. do you hate-me? was it haz-ing? for a cruel frat-ernity—I pledged! and I still meeeeeeeean it…old habits die…

sᴄʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴀᴍing…

sɪx ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ᴏғ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ᴀɪʀ (I sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ᴛʜᴇ ₛₘₒₖₑ). ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ғᴜɴ ᴏғ ᵐᵉ (ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ⱼₒₖₑ?) ɴᴏᴡ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ 𝒸ₗₒₜₕₑₛ…and hire a priest to come and exorcise my DEEEEEEEEEEEmons…even if I die

sᴄʀᴇᴇᴇEEEeᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴀᴍiIiing…

and I hope you

HEEEeeeEeEeearr iIIiiIit!!!!

AND I HOPE IT’S SHITT-Y. IN THE BLACK-DOG. WHEN SOME-ONE. PLAYS THE START-ING LINE AND YOU JUMP-UP. (BUT SHE’S TOO-YOUNG. TO KNOW THIS-SONG. THAT WAS INTERTWINED IN THE TRAGIC 𝒻𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔)…‘CAUSE TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS YOU’RE LEEEAVIiiIiin’!!! I still can’t beliiiiEeeve it….‘cause old habits die screeeeeeea—😮‍💨

[grimowled]

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.

[dxfiedfxte]

Tag dump final part Just ignore Also enjoy Minato eating WAY too many burgers But yeah ignore

[etlascivus]

are you asmodeus's type ?

tagged by: @sansloii

[maddestdog]

@cxrnxticn​ says... "are you trying to get yourself killed ?"

First, she finds him bleeding out like a stuck pig. That little incident happened to be the aftermath of one of his usual brawls that led the poor girl to him, his blood acting like a crude trail of crumbs for her to follow, and for Majima himself to ultimately be subjected to a rescue mission of sorts. It still amazes him just how strong a petite lil’ lady can be.

This time, however —

It’s nothing but pure coincidence that he’s caught Mariko’s attention for yet another time, pulling yet another dangerous stunt while he foolishly believes no one’s looking. Her voice comes as a surprise, initially, and he nearly loses his grip on the ladder he’d been trying to slide down; the same kind that are meant for emergencies only, and not for the spontaneous parkour tricks that Majima has taken a liking to performing.

His grip upon the metal only tightens, his head quick to whip towards the source of concern. “Haw?” Upon spotting her, Majima’s eye forms into a squint. He frowns, deciding on a whim to cease his climbing around for the sake of sparing himself more ridicule — and in one swift maneuver, he’s on his feet, safe and sound on the concrete.

“Listen here...” Gloved hands come together as he now dusts them off. “Life`s no fun if I ain`t livin` it on the edge. It ain`t like I`m gettin` any younger, anyways, so, I gotta keep myself limber somehow. Ya get me?” As his head tilts to the side, waiting for her word of agreement upon the matter, he folds his arms to his chest in a most defiant manner. In the end, she matches the intensity of his stare... His sigh sounds defeated.

"Aw, forget it...”

“What`cha doin` out this late, anyhow? Huh? Don`t tell me yer out lookin` for trouble.”

[archaictunic]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ? — while not the most pleasant, he primarily smells of salt & earth after a fire. he's never cared much for taking care to understand his own scent, but he does tend to wash up in rivers & streams at least before entering towns. i'm sorry but he runs around the kingdom nonstop all day. he's sorta stinky. i do think he is... somehow stinky in a good way?? like he doesn't have unbearable body odor. he just smells like wildlife.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE ? — calloused. his skin is still soft on the backs, but its undeniable that he has working hands when you feel his palms. at least, one of them is. the other is smooth, almost unsettlingly so? but it is also covered in extra bits & pieces that add texture.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY ? — as much as he can --- in all seriousness, link tends to eat things that he cooks, because he enjoys doing so! he tries to have a good breakfast & dinner at least, but, with all the running around he does, he often stops to snack on some fruits & veggies ( & maybe a raw bird leg or two ) to keep himself going.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE ? — if he sung, perhaps? he definitely knows how to keep a rhythm, & he hums to himself fairly often, so i think that if he spoke, & had a little practice, he could sing well. this isn't happening though.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS ? — he picks at the skin around his fingernails! like, pretty often? or now he stims by tracing the various zonai bumps along his new arm when he's nervous. its easy to do when he's talking to someone because it doesn't look that strange for a guy to cross his arms, even if his thumb is repeatedly swiping over the lifted areas near his elbow. he also tends to stress-eat, but its fine. he's fine.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR ? — outside of, obviously, the archaic set, & the champions leathers ( + hylian hood / hylian trousers ) - link most commonly finds himself swapping between the dragon wears! his favorite is, unsurprisingly, the charged set, though he almost wears the frostbite top more than that. he is also extremely partial to getting his hair done by the rito. something about it just makes him feel warm & fuzzy inside ♥ all in all, he really likes clothing that doesn't cover too much unless it has to - he doesn't like to feel restricted when he's fighting. as much as he adores the gorons, having to don the flameproof stuff to visit them is always a damper on his mood ( at least, until he sees yunobo, & the silly guy makes him perk right back up )

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE  ? HOW SO ? — yes! he's very touch oriented, & enjoys being able to be intimate in some ways with people. the closer he is to you, the more touchy he is! link tends to hold himself back ( arms crossed, or hands on hips ) when interacting with people for a while, until he feels comfortable enough with them ( & them with him ) to actually initiate contact. he keeps it minimal when around others - simple things like touching someone's wrist to catch their attention. in private, he is much more openly loving, enjoying spending time draped around or sprawled on those he cares for. especially if they're telling him stuff. good god please let him rest on you while you infodump, its when he's at his happiest. i suppose also his LOVE for listening to people talk is another way he shows his affection. he's very relaxed, but eagerly tuned into things like that.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN ? — depends on where he's sleeping! if he's camping somewhere, he sleeps much more curled up. smaller. harder to notice as a target or threat. if he's in a bed, & safe? he's sprawled out completely. i do not yet know how he would interact if he was sleeping beside someone, but its safe to predict he would be... protective? octopus hold... gripping... safe...

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM ? — not unless he broke something lmao. in all honesty, link is VERY QUIET when he does most things. he hums when he cooks, but that's soft & to himself, & he shouts when fighting, but thats normally alone in isolated areas. he is otherwise. a very quiet person. he has learned how to step lightly & avoid being seen, when needed, & often finds himself doing it out of habit in casual settings as well.

tagged by: @vancreux ( ty !! ♥ ) tagging: other links!! tell me your headcanons :gun: also. i accidentally typed headganons so i guess. hey ganon roleplayers. i'm also getting you. & zeldas for good coverage. basically. everyone. do it.