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[izzyizumi]

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[controld3vil]

the one

pairing: aegon ii targaryen x targ!reader

synopsis: thrown into madness, not one person can comfort the king of his thoughts. his sister wife left to deal with her grief. his mother for chooses not to heed his needs. his brother, gone in silver of the night. yet you, left forgotten stand in front of him, teary eyed.

notes: i gasped loud this episode!!

content warning: spoilers obvi for s2ep2, themes of grief and inferiority, targcest; if you are uncomfortable, please do not interact.

The death of Jaehearys exhausted you.

Nothing prepared you for the shock and emotional consequences. It felt as though a giant sea storm had swept away your emotions and feelings of sense. Because in a way, you felt numb and unable to comprehend what you were feeling. It was either too strong or your denial in it that made you feel out of it. In the confidence of your home, the grand kingdom of your father and his grandsire before, suddenly you feel apprehensive about where you resided and the castle itself. Who to trust and not as a moment noticed in your head as your mind spirals down a rabbit hole. 

Your nephew, a kin of your own, was dead. 

He was murdered in cold blood. In the sanctum of your home, in the privacy of the royal rooms. It was your fault you were not by Helaena’s side. Oh, your poor sister, the turmoil she must’ve endured in the small moments last with her son. A small piece of purity and semblance he brought into your little life and a beacon of what you strived for every day. Yet now, it has all turned to blood and dust. Used and tossed away like the sacs of bodies they would throw off dead soldiers in the aftermath of a tiring battle. 

There you sat with a half cup of wine, undrank. You dared not step out of the chambers of your comfort. Not for long, your presence would be reminded of the council. You insist on every meeting that your presence would bestow better acquisition. In most eyes, the men divert their gaze from you.

In contrast, your wretched mother opens her mouth agape with hardly any words being supported. Your grandsire contrasts, always with an excuse that you should be needed elsewhere other than the higher discussion. How benign of you, dear granddaughter. But you are unfit for a position at court.

Otto Hightower would never speak those words directly. But you know in your heart and his intuition, the words are nearly there. You don’t need an interpreter to translate what is said by the councilmen. Even if they are unaware, you understand all that is said. A tragic incident, Your Grace. The Kingsguard are doing their best to inspect all the members in the castle as we speak.

“I will have it! They will pay for this!”

The dried tears that swept down your cheeks felt sticky and annoyingly guilt-ridden of the events that had happened. You would not allow them to witness them. They were not worthy of your sadness. In grace, you hiked your dress over your feet to climb up to the doors. From where you were, you could discern the murmurs of Aegon and his hysterical yelling, absolutely mad with anger and rage. Respectfully so, the loss of his child was an unexpected and stressful one. 

When the chambers open, the rest of the councilmen stop for a moment. Before you begrudgingly make your way to the center. “Gentlemen,” You are at fault in giving away your tearful expression, the candlelight's of the chandeliers do your angelic features justice. And no noble would dare to speak upon its beauty and sorrow. All while, your lady in waiting, trails timidly behind you, head pointed down in respect. “Your Grace,” You address, and finally for a blind second, a glint of relief flashes on Aegon’s face. Finally, he must think, someone he trusts abides in the room.

“Princess,” The Hand levels his chin, leaving a steady foot of your unforeseen appearance. Beside him, your mother lays agape in both deary and fortification. 

The Queen stumbles on the syllables of your name, quietly. As if she was citing a wrongful plea of desperation. “Is- Is Helaena?” Of course, the last she saw you was in her bed chambers, coming in to console your sweet sister and her child. Alicent was running amuck, pulling on the fabric of her dress to prevent you from witnessing her privacies before. Luckily you didn't have to witness that. 

“She is with Ser Arryk and Jaeheara.” You breathed out, soft and mellow. You can tell by the exhale of your mother and grandsire's shoulders that deflating meant that their worries were at least accomplished. And a slight corner of your eye, your brother too relaxes in caution, aware of his wife and daughter’s whereabouts. 

“Good good,” Alicent frantically nods as if trying to reassure herself that her child and granddaughter were safe. Ser Arryk was a noble knight, one who betrayed his twin to stay beside the king’s side. That alone was enough to prove his loyalty and servitude. “Thank you, my daughter.” You swallow with a gaping hole in your throat. The whole room felt the compacting of the many eyes directed at you and the Queen Mother. 

“And what might be the reason for your intrusion on this council meeting, princess?” Otto’s voice somewhat triggers a fight or flight response in you. You’ve dealt with similar situations before, wanting to be included in the war business. However this was different, the council was discussing matters of potential betrayal and the killing of your kin. You suddenly felt targeted for the offense of interrupting something crucial and overriding. 

However, you know you should have a say in this matter. “Shouldn’t I be present when the death of my nephew has been informed to me merely hours ago?” There was a snap in your voice that many of them knew. Though some such as your mother and brother were accustomed to that sound more often. 

“Perhaps it is best if the princess were with the Queen to rest away comfort and grief,” Maester Orwyle suggests only to infuse your temper. 

In a quick turn, your lilac orbs strike an alarming resemblance to vexation and hostility. “Why?” Your tone was sharp and accusing just as it was. The Queen Regent could only watch and stare mutely at your grueling pettiness. Lord Tyland and Ser Criston Cole dare not to look at you but at the maester. While Aegon, all the more slightly frustrated at Maester Orwyle’s comments, stops and waits for your dreadful retaliation like a venomous viper. Otto couldn’t look more disappointed in you. 

“The death of your nephew is a tearful one, princess. And maybe you should stay within the quarters with the Queen for safety.” The maester does not falter in his reasoning, knowing how quick and ill-tempered you are similar to your brother was to retaliation. But his expression flickers in doubt shortly after you are seen to lay your palms on the edge of the end of the table. It’s hard wooden material, clenched tightly around your hands as you glance up at the councilman with fury in your eyes. 

“I am more capable than you think of me, Maester Orwyle. And I would be damned to sit in silence and pity for this horrendous murder!” You snarl, a frown forming at the edges of your lips. You were livid beyond this. Only when you want to be present in the decisions regarding your kin, did the council decline your way. It’s insulting. “My nephew should be avenged! To whoever ordered the murder!” 

“I wholeheartedly agree,” The Hand’s inclusion is an attempt to bring a truce between the others who felt your presence as much of a disturbance. “But we should not be hasty and leave every opportunity out in the open.” 

“This is my son we are talking about,” Aegon’s hand came down with a thump on the table. He’s since calmed down but you know there is still rage in his heart. The fuel of it burning and churning for the desire to find and kill whoever brought out the murder. “We must search the grounds for traitors, find anyone who leaves the Red Keep, and capture them immediately!”

“Of course, Your Grace but we should consider what this would be for Rhaenyra,” Alicent reminds the room when she scans everyone’s thoughts and faces. On the other hand, you stand uncomfortably, with the sense of your legs growing numb. 

“That bitch queen of bastards will pay!” The King screams, pointing with an accusative finger. “She is on her throne, laughing at me for this! For the death of my son, I want her dead!” It’s like a fire has been lit in your brother’s mind. It flashes and flickers rapidly as he manages to strike and spit out outrage of his growing vengeance on the Black Queen. However quick his temper simmers and rises.

The coming morning of Jaehaerys funeral drags his body to the Sept to be burnt in Targaryen tradition. More importantly, it is to sway the people’s opinion of Aegon’s claim and blame Rhaenyra for the tragic death. Spurs of propaganda flourish in the crowds as the chariot drags the casket of the fresh body, followed by the Queen and her Regent. What felt like discomfort and suffocation for Helaena only her no semblance through the entire morning. She is grieving and mourning in her own way. No one can understand the loss of a mother of her children. It is the tragedy she has felt for the first time and it stings her to her stomach. For most of the ride, Helaena could not breathe or look at the folk people, afraid of what they might do. She’d never left the Keep like this before, presented all fragile and glorious as the new Queen officially. 

Even so, she knows you are more suited for the role. Helaena has thought of it many times where you should’ve been wife to Aegon instead of her. She knows why her mother and grandsire chose her. It was because she was compliant and willing to do her duty as a lady wife. While you had no sense of duty. More or less, so did Aegon but at least she would elevate his image as King with her kind personality. 

“Helaena,” You spoke, interrupting her thoughts amid her sewing. Your sister pauses and then looks at the piece she has been working on. It was a picture of purple lily flowers, something you had mentioned wanting to see from the grounds of the Highgarden. She thinks of you and subconsciously starts to sew a new patch of thread. She’s sweet to you like that, and you forever cherished that side of her. And it's a shame her softened voice always now came with a stutter and droop of a sob. 

Helaena wakes up from her daze and greets you with a warm yet sombreros smile. “You are well?” The question itself leaves bitterness off of your tongue because you should be asking her that. You know Helaena isn’t one to openly express her emotions and thoughts proudly. As her sister, you honor that but also can become the maternal figure she needs within seconds. 

“I should be asking you the same,” You smile, looking smug and all. And your sister’s droopy eyes slowly lighten with glee. Her small frown turns upside down and suddenly you feel your heart fill with warmth and joy. “What has the Queen been sewing all this time?” 

“Purple lilies,” She gently shows you her work and focuses on your excitement. What she appreciates is your fascination with her skill with a thread and needle. You had no talent in it, much to your mother’s display. But you would gladly watch your sister sew for hours for the fun of it. “I remember you mentioning them a while ago. And I thought it would be pretty to make for you,” 

“How thoughtful of you,” You plead with your gentle eyes, resting a hand on her thigh. You looked like you were going to burst into tears out of happiness for her nonsensical act. You act differently around her and the children, sometimes Helaena thinks you have two personalities. One with her family minus Aegon and another with everyone else. You were mushy and caring, nothing like yourself hours earlier in the morrow in the councilroom. She had heard you burst into a meeting, enraged by them claiming you as a disturbance to their discussion. Like the stubborn person you were, she knew you would rather stay and argue with them for hours. And that you, for her boy. 

The Queen hums, delighted by your soothing presence in her slightly dimmed room. The room had been cleared of children's beds and toys. Now it lies barren with little to no furniture. The curtains did not change, they were arranged simply to allow some light into the chambers to let the children wake. But now, there would be none and it is left abandoned. 

“How is Jaeheara?” The whisper of your voice is the only thing she’s heard after minutes of silence. Helaena does not reply immediately, knowing her thoughts are too invasive and terrifying to think about. The black gown she still has on feels tight and makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't want to remember the funeral. It was too much for her to reminisce about despite being hours earlier. 

She makes another loop with bright purple stringing onto her needle. “She is well and is accompanied by a Kingsguard during her lessons,” She makes sure to include the Kingsguard, knowing you have been adamant about the protection and security around King’s Landing. As of late, it felt as though the castle did not feel like home anymore. It became somewhat of a hollow skeleton of a dungeon. With many escape routes and corridors, people would walk in and out without notice. It terrifies her and knowing you, you would rather be killed than have another child murdered. 

Her response pleases you however Helaena is aware of something else on your mind. She can feel it without looking at your face to know. It’s your inseparable bond as a sister that you sometimes were astounded by. Helaena calls it a bond and maybe she is right. Your eyes are focussed on somewhere else and it gives her a moment to look at you. Your brows furrowed with a subtle curve of a scowl makes her believe you were having negative thoughts. Were you feeling guilty about Jaehearys death?

“What’s wrong sister?” Despite her knowing the reason, Helaena wants you to admit your remorseful thoughts. The veil that covered her face was no longer present and she could face you without barriers. Her lilac eyes look at you, softening at you. 

“I can’t help but think I am guilty of Jaehearys death,” You sound vulnerable, no other person would witness this side of you. Because you shielded this side of you. Your display of weakness was only meant for people like Helaena, close to you, unjudging and caring in your coping. Yet sometimes you think of your sinful thoughts of guilt to be an act of punishment. You sometimes felt you were meant to feel this way for not being present with the Queen and her children when it happened. Why couldn’t you be a good sister and protect the ones you loved?

“You should not be,” Her small palm cradles the side of your jaw, making your stare connect with her. Helaena is quiet and gentle in her expression of words. What she says always has an impact. She is a woman of few words and it makes her speech inspirational. “I- For anything, it was my part as a mother, for letting my child be murdered in cold blood-”

“No of course not!” You were quick to retaliate to her pleas. She could not be responsible for such a horrific act taken against the crown. “Helaena, you did your best to protect your children.”

“Yet I was asked to choose,” The bottom of her lips quivered, and eventually hot tears filled her waterline. “And I had no other choice!”

“You were held at knifepoint,” You grasped the hand that held your jaw. Gently and slowly to make sure and emphasize her attention to you. “I would’ve bursted into the room and offered myself if I could’ve. But you did the best you did as a mother to protect your children.” You gave her another tight squeeze. 

“I had no other choice,” Her sobs slowly brewing. And the tears flowed and there was nothing you wanted to do other than comfort your dear sister. She was grieving like any mother. You would be present for her and give Helaena all of the world, to give away her sorrow. However, it is inevitable and you best offer her your condolences and feelings of heartbreak. Because you did love her children, Jaehearys and Jaeheara. The light and beacon of Helaena and Aegon's marriage. 

Helaena’s figure dwindled as she scrunched herself forward into a curling ball. The weight of her thoughts was too much. As a parent, she believed she failed the role she was meant to play. Her cries did not stop or steady in a rapid heartbeat. Any further, Helaena believes she would’ve acted impulsively if not for you, holding onto her shoulders. You were gentle against her tragic and frail body when you allowed her head and shoulders to rest against your chest. You’re silent in the comfort you gave. Because no words could pursue more than your actions. Being the more responsible and maternal figure, you became a weeping shoulder for Helaena to spout the rest of her worries and anguish. 

You wonder what Aegon and his sorrows are. 

Criston Cole was in a predicament. He failed as a Kingsguard to protect the royal family. And because of his absence, a dead prince was left at the doorstep of the king. He’s ashamed in silence because he could not make any reason for where he was during the intrusion of the castle. His affair with Alicent was more than a passionate one. It consoled him and eased for the upcoming days of Aegon’s coronation and Rhaenyra’s horrific deeds. The knight was stuck in a situation he wished would not bring to the public eye. No one can know of his relations with the Queen Regent. Not when times were suspenseful and dire as to who to trust in the castle. 

And so, after he challenges Ser Arryk to do the impossible and slay the Black Queen within her quarters of Dragonstone, he desires to focus on his plans with the king. The afternoon following the prince’s funeral, Ser Criston smoothes out the ends of his locks, recomposing his hysterical manner against the twin knight. Of, the accusations of treason against the king and the knight’s code. He should be honoring the Kingsguard words at the back of his sleeves by now. For all that has occurred to him, Criston wants to prove to the king he is capable of being essential. 

The summer breeze is faint and noticeable to those in the Red Keep. It’s open corridors and windows, it is the perfect spot for sunlight. The Kingsguard makes his way to Aegon’s chambers, where he plans to inform his schemes of sending Ser Arryk away to Dragonstone. In hopes, it would please His Majesty of the constant restless nights he has experienced. 

But he nearly misses you. It takes a second for Ser Criston to take a step back and look back at what you have been doing. You, the princess, looking out of place in the training area of the stables. Where knights and stable boys fight and practice their combat. It was a place you’re likely forbidden to be, however, it has never stopped you. The knight knows of your ambitions to fight like your brothers. You’re eager, more confident than your siblings to practice. He had suggested once to the Queen that she should allow you use of the sword. For self-defense and hobbies. 

You practically begged Alicent to hold a sword in your hands. Your cute chubby cheeks as a small child were something he remembered sometimes. You were so eager then. He could still see it occasionally when you ventured to the training area, staring at the knights practicing their moves and defenses. 

“Are you alright, princess?” Ser Criston appears behind you and you’re suddenly aware he must’ve been standing behind you for some time. He knows you come here to think and be reminded of the past. “The morrow has been rather bleak has it not?”

“Rather too bleak,” You groan, crossing your arms and rubbing your forehead in weariness. You’re aware the Kingsguard is not allowed to probe your troubles further but you rather indulge. “The day grows weary for the wavering support of the other Houses.” A quiet nod of endearment is seen from the knight as he reminisces about why they had exhibited the funeral exactly. To spread rumors and weaken the queen bastards' claim.

“It will help us in the long run, princess,” He steps forward as you turn to stare at his gentle Dornish features. Maybe in another lifetime, you would’ve fallen for him if he wasn’t a knight.

“Is that what the Queen Regent said?” A switch and it was like your tone turned to bitterness the moment you mentioned your mother. Ser Criston feels his heartache at your sentiments to the Queen. She was your mother and loved you very much. Something you can’t seem to appreciate whenever you open your mouth in front of the council. While she has complained and spouted worries of your deterring interactions, you’ve taken glory in the distance between you and your mother. Ser Criston hopes one day you will reprimand that relationship. 

“No,” 

“Tell me, why do you value her opinion so much?” He eyes at you shaking your head with a heavy scowl of disgust. Your hatred towards your mother ran cold and poisonous, under the depths of your hard-spoken shell of a heart. Maybe some part of you did care about the Queen. If there was, Criston had never been able to witness it, you’re too stubborn. And you know Alicent cherishes him deeply. 

“She has a kind heart,” The Dornish man cannot more than understand why you probe his opinion of your mother. Were you suspicious? He’s served your mother for nearly a decade and gained her trust as her right-hand protector. Yet where was he when an intruder entered the castle grounds and left Helaena traumatized and crying? 

You snarl a mocking laugh, “A kind heart?” You’re staring at the Queen’s protector with discontent and failure. “She plots and schemes to gain the people's trust over my brother’s claim. What more is she than the Hand’s right-hand puppet.” This is an alarming accusation because Ser Criston knows Alicent does not trust her father with her boys and daughters. You were an example of that. Whoever she plots with, he knows she takes into consideration who is affected the most. She was the Queen of course. Dainty and considerate of her subjects. 

“Another advantage we have over Rhaenyra, princess,” He reminds you of the whole reason why the council decided such a thing. It’s grueling yet would sway the people in their favor towards the crown than that false liar of a ruler across the land. “Understand that everything she and the council decide is to gain more allies,” 

“By simply lying to the public and creating more web of lies for us to be stuck in,” You probe and your lilac orbs glow in a dark tone. You could not stand the ploy they had used for Jaehaerys funeral. You think it was anything but honorable, to use your nephew as a cause and leeway to denounce your half-sister. Ser Criston gives you a look, only a parent would hold when their child does something to disappoint them. And even though he was not your father, he still felt utterly responsible and devoted to you as one. He has seen you grow from a child to a woman. He’s aware of your struggle in your place at court. He was there when you desperately wanted to hold a bow and arrow, practically crying to your mother on your knees. He was also there to comfort you when you accidentally drove your dragon into a terrible accident. Criston Cole felt some kind of platonic love over you, despite you never feeling the same way. ‘

Yet he couldn’t help but agree with you. “You’re right, princess. But it is the only way to convince the townsfolk of our cause. We need their support to win this coming war.” He sees your shoulders slumped, most likely growing tired of talking back and forth of their intention to false news. You hated how everyone agreed to it wholeheartedly. 

“We need more than the support of the townsfolk to win a war,” Your lips turn to a thin line, contemplating all the reasons why you had to be on the wrong side of justice. “We have dragons, that is how we win a war.” 

Nightfall was as unanticipated as it was wanted. The funeral and rumors from the council made it unbearable to walk past servants and nobles without being reminded of it. There were many times you wished to stop in front of the people and shout in their faces. There would be no denying it all. However, you were done with it. You were tired of receiving the same piece of news and rumors. It made you hereditarily furious and petty like a child. But no violence has been spilled. Instead, you could only clench your palms, aggressively and move on with a faint scowl. A puff or two would break your cover. 

Moreover, the servant girls and maids knew what made you tick. The type of gossip you hate to talk and listen about. Since you’ve lived in the castle for the entirety of your life span. So regardless of whether they spoke of today’s events or not, people knew you were not in a great mood. More or less you were agitated, imitating, and not to be consoled.

You made it your routine to visit Helaena before going to bed. When you were younger, you and your sister often paid visits to your mother and sometimes your father if present. Queen Alicent would soothe your worries and nightmares while Viserys sat in silence, unable to speak due to the pain. Yet now, that was before you and Helaena slept in the same room. She was Queen now and had a separate room with her children. It was you who made it customary to ease her worries at night and say goodnight to her children. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, her beautiful children. Even now, after everything had happened, you wanted to honor your promise to visit the new Queen. 

The granite tiles were cold. You could feel it despite wearing soft padded shoes. Your garments were loose and free from the restraints and pains you’d worn for the day. But somehow it made you feel anxious and oddly vulnerable out in the open. Of course, it was natural to feel this way after what happened. But everything, even the times you felt the most safe was now invaded by thoughts of fear and concern. You swallowed whatever security you had and moved along the balcony inside King’s Landing. The royal rooms were all the same, but you knew which belonged to whose. You knew which rooms were your mother’s, your sister’s, which had the best hiding spots, and which had the quickest way out of the city. 

Although whose room brought you the most curiosity was the one in front of you. In the distance, where you stood, a figure of green exits out of the room and disappears into the darkness. Your mother. Alicent did not seem to be in a rush to have exited Aegon’s chambers nor did she look content coming out of it. It looked as though she had mistaken his room for another. 

Hastily your paused movements began to quicken. As you tip-toed towards the doors of your king, you twist the knob and a soft creak makes you curse out of anonymity. The bed chamber was dimly lit and the fireplace illuminated a gorgeous orange dew that covered half the room in warmth. The drapes of the windows were slightly closed, making the silhouette of Aegon, hunched over more evident. He leans in a cushioned chair by the fire and you can see his unsecured locks, shape the sides of his face. 

You quickly realize your brother’s sobbing, saddening and heartbreaking. For all the things he was, Aegon did not deserve to lose a child. You understood very much as him that Alicent had planned his coronation for a long time. Yet now that it has happened, tragedies come down like dominoes in a panic. Lucerys has died on dragonback. And now Jaehearys was murdered in cold blood. Both are innocents from the result of this pretentious battle for power between Rhaenyra. It is when you shut the door behind you with a faint click, you make yourself known to the king. 

“Aegon,” It’s a whisper with no silence. Covering his face to shield his tears, Aegon does not dare to look at you. He looks ashamed and can only stare down, lost and in failure.  You understand his dismissal of your presence. No one should see their king as weak like this. Not even his closest kin and mother. Only that his mother has witnessed this scene a multitude of times over the years of watching over her son. Still, you were not the type to witness Aegon at such a low point like this. 

Nothing. You wanted nothing from him, seconds ago only curious about his profound discussion with your mother, who did not seem to speak to him at all. Something about that makes your heart churn at the Queen Regent. You walk slowly and only when you finally face him, his gaze is still on the floor, unable to lift his head to say anything. Go away! You’re making a fool out of yourself. 

Instead, you closed the gap that separated the two of you. You clasped his neck and held it firmly in a consoling manner. His weeping only grew louder the moment he felt your touch, so comforting and soft. His hands eventually wrap themselves around your waist and he rests the side of his head against your stomach.

Only you can soothe him like this. It’s discovered to be the most effective way for Aegon to calm down, your touch perhaps was the solution to it. It was never touched upon, this consolation you had with him, there were rare occasions when the prince had become too drunk to return to his quarters to have gone to yours instead. There were times when your brother wanted to hide and be away from your conniving mother and her insults. Sometimes he’d cry, drink, or rant about her inconsolable expectations of him. Because truly you are the closest to understanding that feeling. The feeling of being unwanted and as though you were not doing enough of your duty to care. Of course, you cared, you did everything for your family. Still, it could never be enough to put a smile on your mother’s face. And more evidently that of your grandsire. 

“I’m sorry,” You let out a dreary breath, rubbing Aegon’s hair. He sniffles, allowing his forehead against your stomach. He closes his eyes and lets out a sad laugh that turns into a cry. He’s lost so much in a matter of days. No one to comfort him, and his wife silently grieving in her own time. His mother forever abandoned her efforts. And his brother disappears with no explanation. Now here you were, the one he found relying on.

“I tried so hard,” He cries out, snot and tears making his speech muffled and disproportionate. “Yet everything has backhanded and slapped me in my face!” You feel a quiver on your lips when he speaks those words. Your heart burns and aches and maybe finally, you can put away your pride and be gentle. You reach behind where his hands are secured by your waist. Sliding them down to allow you to kneel to his level. With his red-shot eyes and puffy cheeks, Aegon looks like he wants to give up everything now and then. He’s never looked so weak and tiresome. 

“I know,” You shaped his face with your palms, sliding your thumbs over his cheeks. They are dried of momentary tears when he looks so desperate to cling onto anything to save him. “And as king, it is a heavy toll. Jaehearys will know you did everything you could to avenge his death.”

“It has gone to madness,” His lilac orbs staring at you with such intensity and possibly love. Torn and twisted, you know this is a wife’s duty to be her husband. Though under Helaena and Aegon’s relationship, they have never loved each other. They were husband and wife, yes but only under law. Helaena held no love but did genuinely care for his well-being. And you had shown more devotion towards his feelings than anyone had done within days. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“You can start by figuring who and who not to trust at court,” You exhale, heart beating like a bass drum when you feel his hands circle yours. “Know who your trusted allies are and destroy Rhaenyra’s support.” 

“Then I need you,” He leans forward, his silver locks tangled in between yours. His gaze was wild and desperate for any kind of refusal you might have. “I need you at court. By my side, you are as essential as any of us there.” It felt as though nothing in the world mattered next only the two of you at this moment. At this important moment, you felt a surge of adrenaline and an urge to comply with his heeds. Your eyes momentarily trail to his lips before discerning back to his eyes. 

“Because I have a dragon,”

“Because you are my blood, you are a strategist and the smartest woman I know in the Seven Kingdoms,” His dried tears make him even more angelic. Perhaps in another lifetime, you two would’ve married instead and dealt with it more easily. Your mother knew it. Your gransdire did too. Despite it all, they all disapproved of you for your lack of devotion to duty. What more can you offer than your service directly to the crown? To the council? It makes you grin in pride for his acknowledgment of you. 

“Of course, my king,” And with those words, he closes the gap between your lips. Sorrowful no way but profound in a new kind of serge to overcome the tragic delay. You were right in front of his eyes all along. You, the second-born princess of Alicent and Viserys' marriage. Quip with a sharp tongue and tactics for how long you’ve studied the art of it. You were no ordinary princess. You were a fighter, a warrior who well enough wanted bloodshed as much as him.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ series .ᐟ

sparks and vows (ongoing)┊current wc: 18k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyunx f!reader, romance, wedding!au, angst, fluff, exos and oc’s, pussy whipped!baek, ex-playboy!baek, ceo nepo baby!reader, smut probs every chapter ngl, p in v, oral (both f+m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight exhibitionism, language, scenes with alcohol +/or smoking, pretty tame tho tbh!!!

ALL MINE! ┊ wc: 8.5k

⟢ content: 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. no specified age, but i'd say they're somewhere in their early-to-mid 20’s cus i can only imagine people w/o fully developed frontal lobes behaving this way, respectfully 😭🙂‍↕️ bff's to fwb's to bff's again to strangers to lovers. fluff, angst, and it ain’t a baekhyunsbestie fic if it don’t got some good ol’ nasty smuuuttttt. pet names, praise kink, cheating, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie after creampie after creampie (baekhyun deffo has breeder balls, don’t @ me), overstimulation (both f + m). you both are just two big meanie idiots who are in love with each other.

easy peasy┊wc: 4.6k

⟢ prequel to all mine :') ⟢ content: 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. scenes with weed + alcohol, mutual pining, friends to fwb, pet names, lots of swearing. SMUT!!! porn w plot literally, masturbation (both m + f), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, praise, p in v. baekhyun is pretty obsessive in this.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ one-shots .ᐟ

home┊wc: 4.4k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyunx f!reader, established relationship, pet names, language, baekhyun’s a lil yandere and pussy-whipped (i mean ofc i cant imagine him any other way), a REAL EATER iykwim, v v v intimate, fluffyyyyy. reader and baek take a huge step in their relationship <3

do you like scary movies?┊wc: 5.3k+

⟢ ib: this anon (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. language, ghostface!baekhyun x f!reader--baekhyun is a psychologist and reader is a bakery owner, no ages specified, but i was thinking mid-late twenties!! they're also next-door neighbors 🙂‍↕️ hehe

the boy is mine ┊wc: 1.9k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. established relationship, language, pet names, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie

god is a woman┊wc: 5.6k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. you’re a milf, baekhyun’s a dilf, and he calls you “ma” + “mama” :’), married!au, new parents, slice of life, angst + fluff, pet names, body worship, breastfeeding kink, fingering + oral + overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, and a whole lot of baekhyun talking you through it 😮‍💨 phhheeeeewwwww

been away┊wc: 1.3k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. facetime sex w/ baekhyun x f!reader. ⟢ BONUS 🤭

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ misc .ᐟ

ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 drabbles, thirsts + headcanons can be found here!!!!

TOUCH IT!┊wc: 955

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and those damn fingers x f!reader

WAKE UP┊wc: 764

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. f!reader waking baekhyun up w/ her mouth, language, pet names, somnophilia, oral (m receiving)

addicted┊wc: 386

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun can never get enough of you, f!reader

BACKhyun┊wc: 422

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and his back 😵‍💫 x f!reader

muse┊wc: 958

⟢ content: no warnings (ikr who am i). suuuuper soft n fluffy! baekhyun is a landscape photographer and f!reader is his muse :')

DROWN┊wc: 2.5k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun's lips x f!reader.

raw┊wc: 450

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader's "first time" lmfao

boy dad!baekhyun┊wc: 433

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a boy dad

girl dad!baekhyun┊wc: 434

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a girl dad

hair┊wc: 186

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. hair pulling, oral (f!receiving)

©️ 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄

[tinybeetiny]

TWO PRINCES: J.W&C.S

Prince!WooyoungXPrincess!readerXPrince!San love triangle

Part 2 is in progress! Idk I'm really thinking of making this a mini-series but I'll have to see

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"Stand up straight (y/n)! A princess never slouches" your mother says as you get ready to enter the ballroom. Today was your 18th birthday and all you wanted to do was lay in your bed instead you're in a dress you can barely breathe in and you're about to be in a room full of people you can barely stand, but this was for your parents, for your people. "Yes mother" you say straightening your posture to something more presentable.

Your mother nodded to the guard for him to begin the announcement "NOW PRESENTING QUEEN (M/N)" your mother gracefully descended the stairs as your father greeted at the bottom. You watch as he took her arm and led her across the room "NOW PRESENTING PRINCESS (Y/N)" you looked around at all bodies as you began to descend as well. You recognized a couple but some were new. When you reached the bottom you made eye contact with your mother, her eyes telling you not to find a corner to hide in and to actually interact with others.

Your mother was hoping this was the night you would find a husband. Most of the princess had already found their suitor by the age of 16 but boys never really peaked your interest. You sighed as you began to walk around bowing to elders as you passed. You seemed to gravitate to the food table not being able to resist all the delicious smells coming from it. You were so engrossed in deciding what to choose that you didn't notice the presence next to you.

"Have you danced with anyone yet" the voice startling you. With a hand placed over your heart trying to find your breath again you looked up to see your best friend Wooyoung with an amused look on his face "you shouldn't sneak up on someone, it's not very princely" you said rolling your eyes back to the food "I've been standing here for 5 minutes" he said trying to suppress his laughter "but I guess you wouldn't have noticed considering you're drooling right now" he said while pointing to your chin. You swat his hand away laughing

"Ahh prince Wooyoung, it's very nice of you to join us for (y/n) birthday" your fathers voice booms over the crowds as he makes his was to the two of you. Wooyoung bows respectfully as your father approaches "it's very nice to see you in good health your highness, I wouldn't have missed this for the world" he smiled respectfully "(y/n) why don't you and Wooyoung go and dance" your father says hopeful that you'll actually listen for once but you don't even have the chance to answer before Wooyoung grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor "I think that's a brilliant idea your highness, don't worry I'll wear her out for you" Wooyoung winks at your father and you can't help slap his shoulder

You and Wooyoung have been best friends since diapers. You've always seen him as a brotherly figure but the past couple years he's really grown as a man and of course you noticed when he was suddenly taller than you and had muscles. The thought of even being remotely close like this made your world crumble and your mind went blank. Why would you ever think of Wooyoung like this? He was loud, annoying, overbearing, sensitive, so easy to talk to, loving.... Okay... yeah you have a MAJOR crush on him, but you obviously couldn't tell him. You're not sure if he even feels the same way or if he even wants to get married. He doesn't really NEED to, he's already next in line but with your brother taking the throne your parents are really pushing you to marry a prince. You were completely fine with being a Duchess and you did not see yourself being queen at all.

Feeling Wooyoung's hand on your waist pulled you back to the present as he stared at you expectantly. You realized you were just standing, staring at him like a deer in headlights with your hands by your side. It's not like it's the first time you guys have danced but this if the first time it's felt different for you. You hesitantly placed one hand on shoulder and the other in his. His hands felt warm and welcoming. As you began to move to the music your anxiety grew. You stared down at your feet afraid that if you looked up and made eye contact you were stumble

"Have you found a suitor yet?" He asked already knowing the answer but he just wanted to see if he had any competition "I feel like you already know the answer to that" you said rolling your eyes at him as he spun your around "well who knows maybe you'll find him tonight" Wooyoung sighed as he wiggled his eyebrows "I'm hoping people leave me alone" you really didn't care much for the whole smiling at people you barely knew and thanking them for coming to a party that was mainly for your parents.

The song finally came to an end and you pulled away from Wooyoung "hey I'll be right back okay" he said before walking away "Princess (y/n) I hope you're having a fantastic birthday" you heard voice that you hope you'd never have to hear again. Duke Park Jin-young was the epitome of insufferable, of course he would be here. You take a breath before your turn with a bright smile on your face "good evening your grace. I'm very glad you could make it" you say with a slight bow. He hums before looking around "so have you found a husband yet? You're not getting any younger" he sneers with a smug smile. You can feel your eye twitch "how's your wife?" You asked knowing she up and left him which really isn't heard of and not very queenly of you to bring up but to see the smile wipe from his face was very... satisfying

He huffs and walks away as you look around to see where Wooyoung went. You see the back of his big head and make a beeline to the only person you felt comfortable with. When you made it to him you were about to tap him on the shoulder when you look up and a soft pair of eyes staring at you in surprise. You felt the world stop and the air deflated from your lungs. In front of you was Prince San. Someone you haven't seen in over 5 years due to his parents sending him to train in something you couldn't even remember.

Something was different, this wasn't the same San you knew years ago. No this San grew, in more ways than one. He seemed to mature into the manly man in front of you now and the way he looked at you made you head feel very fuzzy.

Oh shit

[wardenparker]

What Comes Next!

Hello my lovelies 🧡 With the end of Vampire Waltz rapidly approaching, the time has come for @absurdthirst and myself to think about whose soulmate story will come next. But as we talk through our ideas (So. Many. Ideas.) we have realized, we're not quite sure which story we like best! This is where you come in.

For the next week, we'll be taking a little poll. Choose from the top 3s below to let us know which Pedro character you'd like to see next, and what career path you'd like to see our next reader take!

Will it be Javier Peña, Marcus Pike, or Joel Miller?

And will reader be a journalist, an innkeeper, or a bar owner?

Please vote respectfully (i.e. don't harass others for their vote and don't stack the votes) by interacting with this post via reblog/comment OR by sending me an ask!

Soulmate Sundays have come to mean so much to us over the last few years, and we're so grateful to have so many readers who have come along on this big ol' journey with us. Here's to many more!

Voting is open until midnight on Friday, Jan 5 🧡

[citruslullabies]

DAMN ur writing is amazing man, keep it up, ur doing great !!<3

also hope u dont mind me asking but do u think u can do a dogday x reader where he's in love with her, but she has to refuse him everytime since Poppy playtime co. wont let relationships happen between coworkers. ps. this happends before any of the disasters happends (dogday is still a human worker,,,ig Rich, since that is a really big theory rn) also its angst, HEAVY angst. they dont deserve happyness (its half of my oc lore,,i need to make her feel pain) ((ALSO as a payback for this, if u'd like, i can do a fanart for u ! ^_^))

No YOU'RE amazing!<333

Trigger warnings: none

Requested by: clownsgirlghost

Romantic/platonic?: romantic-ish?

Category: angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 496

Professionalism

The building was buzzing with children's laughter and the chattering of critters and employees alike, the colorful place being a place of happiness with an underlying tone of secrets far too dark for the public.

“Rich, for the last time, no.” you said with a sigh, not even looking at him as you continued with your work. The canine mascot frowned snd groaned, holding a bundle of flowers in hand that he heard from co-workers were your favorite. He leaned in a bit but kept his distance respectfully. “Please? I promise, we can go out to dinner and I'll pay, everything. You can even choose the restaurant!”

You sighed as you paused your work momentarily, just long enough to look back at the Dogday mascot. You shook your head with a frown growing ever deeper as this interaction continued. “You know the rules.” You stated, which was a sad and harsh reality of it all. They had to stay strictly professional. It's not that you didn't like Rich, it's just that you'd like to keep your job.

The man was upset, but respected your wishes and went back to work. He asked at least twice a week and the answer was always the same, he just wished that you'd give him a chance. He's willing to go to the end of the earth and back just to go out to dinner with you but he respects your wishes of not doing so. As the days went on, there seemed to be an overgrowing tension in Playco.

You started to avoid Rich, not wanting to hurt his feelings any further as you kept yours chained down like some feral dog with rabies. You kept to your work and made it clear what your boundaries were, one day he went back up to you with no flowers or anything in hand. Just himself.

“Hey.. I was thinking-” before he could even finish, you responded with annoyance at his persistence despite you making a clear boundary with him. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you took a deep breath.

“Rich. You're a cool dude, but get it through your thick skull that I am not going out with you. I'd rather keep my job then get a write up or worse, fired because I decided to go out on a date with you.” You said, keeping your composure as well as you could. You shut your eyes as your stomach felt tight and heavy with bubbling feelings of too many things at once. “Just leave me alone and do your work, so that I can do mine.” You stated bluntly before turning away from him and continuing your work.

Poor Rich walked away, hurt. All he wanted was to ask you if you'd like to go out to lunch with him as friends. He just wanted to stay as friends if he couldn't be with you romantically.

Shame that he won't get that chance again after tomorrow.

Thank you for requesting! And art would be AMAZING!

[shippyo]

Meet life herself.

Pale without ever seeming to present even a shadow in her figure with her iridescent mantle, she is infinite in its entirety, born from the void or rather...this one reborn from nothingness, an eternal cycle that she finds herself in with everyone in the universe and at the same time is not the same "life" as never in any of her lives has she been the same, her purpose is merely to exist without any ties other than to wait for everything to end once again, what she does in each life is different because nor is she still the same person,thus this one has her own way to do her things.

Life has the power to lengthen and shorten the life of whoever she wishes, or , provide a new life as those it calls her children, who are the butterfly beings like Morpho knight, souls of beings fallen into misfortune from the course of life that she herself brings to her strange and calm dimension with the question of,resting in peace in the infinity of the underworld OR with a new destiny guided by her in a purpose,reborn.

Those who choose to go to the warm hands obtain the joy of being reborn, yes, in a butterfly, different from who they once were and with the blurred memories of her former life, all for them, her most beloved children,but even so,she still loves all life in the existence of this one.

"Well,well,if it isn´t the part of all and nothing,my daughter sure talked alot about your fights ·child of the stars· thehe,nice to meet this version of you."

This life is calm and extremly patient and never seems to feel burden , because, ironically she can still die to return to all and give it to new lives to reborn into someone again and much different from who she was with the eternity of the universe,again and again and again, there should be no surpise to you who are reading that this is merely one of the reincarnations of life herself of the thousands that once were and will be. Even so,this one allows herself to be seen by the width and length of the universe, she simply appears with total calm even in the most dangerous of abysses or calmest gardens, simply observing and you can go talk to her, ask her whatever you want and she will always show kindness and try to share her point of view of life with you if thats what you wish.

Life again in her strange irony, or... in this "she" shares a certain friendship with Necrodeus, the death himself, both believe that they were once a couple on a wedding day about to enter into their union that, to the misfortune of both, they died together with the same all, waking up like this in front of the other, whether it is mere coincidence that both have that blurry memory or not, for them nothing is the same and who they once were supposed to be or last selfs does not mean anything anymore, but still they remain united and at peace with each other until one day, Necrodeus will put an end to everything so that everything will rise from a new nothingness and life will once again reborn with him in a new identity and form, this is their eternal cycle that binds them from the void together with all the souls of infinity.

[You can send any asks or questions to the box-thing to her if you are interested to interact wit this oc AND please be respectfully if my canon/story of kirby stuff isn´t 100% accurate with the kirby lore or yours,i just love to have my own interpretations of it and create alot jsjs but i do hope you all love her and enjoy this </3]

[alaydabug2]

Ok there is something I need to address that's kind of ticking me off

If you want to leave my blog for this than so be it

But I just need stand my ground on this issue

I was scrolling on my dash and it wad a poll of "who has suffered more" between Jesus Christ and some random TV character

And this is the internet and tumblr no less

I knew who was gonna win hardy Har Har

What have have you

That's not the issue

What IS an issue however is the amount of people SLAMMING on Christianity and Christians as a people group unprovoked

There were a few people in the comments saying that the poll wasn't funny and people should be ashamed (ngl I thought it was slightly funny as a Christian myself)

But that wad about it

No Christian was hating on a people group or saying something along the lines of "you better follow Jesus or your going to hell"

However I didn't go through all of the reboots so I could have very well been wrong

I just looked at the comments

But the amount of people hating on Christians ad a whole were insane, completely unprovoked, and disrespectful

And there were Christians trying to defend themselves very respectfully to some of those comments but the others were having none of that

I saw this one comment talking about how they don't have to respect Christians cause they don't respect them and that they are being oppressed and were the oppressors and colonizers and how Christians only shove it down people's throats

Stuff like that

And (forgive me if I sound rude for thus) but no buddy

That's not how this works (I mean free country I guess but...)

Litterly this does not happen with ANY OTHER RELIGION (and I'm not saying it should)

Are there Christians who go to far

Yes I'm not denying that

HOWEVER

Other groups go too far as well in shoving it down people's throats at times

But I can realize that's not the majority and I still respect the individuals that are sane

But that logic seems to go out the window when it comes to other people and Christianity

If you don't like seeing it on the internet (get thus its the fun part)

YOU CAN BLOCK PEOPLE AND TAGS

Don't go under a post talking or mentioning Christianity and mocking and shaming the entire group as a whole

When you do youbare no better than the people you hate

There are many things I disagree with on the internet

But I just dont interact with those posts

And badabing badaboom problem solved

When it comes to real life

You can walk away

Or if they're following you and bugging you and won't leave you alone after you told them to

THATS HARASSMENT

And not a good example of a Christian

As Christians we are called tk share the word of God

But again you DONT have to listen to it and can decline if someone offers church

If your a minor and your parents make you go to church

You A) don't have to take the sermon to heart

And B) choose to not go when your older and in your own

It's that simple

Can we PLEASE stop doing this

I am begging

[blue-unifox]

JOOOODIII!

Jodiiiiii

First impression

Scary buff woman who has obviously a softer side (was written all over her like c'mon) also hello ur so big im looking respectfully 😳

Impression now

She's great!! Jodi isn't prefect by any means, but who is, really? I like that she struggles with accepting her actions in the past (even though she acted out of her kindness and feeling of justice), has so many biases, and yet she's willing to learn, she's willing to accept and forgive and change. She's also been thru a lot ough. Give our demon mama a break. OH AND HOW READILY SHE JUST ADOPTS CHILDREN??? so wholesome, my heart And I relate to her in a way, the way she carries herself and stuff.

Favorite moment

Again, many good ones... I think my favest would be our first interactions with her that has choices ("Are you afraid of me?"). Like it just gives us so much characterization in so little amount of text. The way she lies about being glad to hear that the Reader isn't intimidated?? She gotta keep up seeming tough and all, but we all know she doesn't want to be seen as just a demon woman.

Idea for a story

UHHH no ideas for a moment, though it can come and go however, so who knows what future brings 👀

Unpopular opinion

Ummmmmm I'm not a big fan of joditha?? PLEASE HOLD YOUR TOMATOES HERE, I'm just not a fan of enemies to lovers thing (there are ofc exceptions), and in their case it wasn't my cup of tea ;w; Tho I still enjoy some fan depictions! And if you like them you are very valid

Favorite relationship

Hough which one to choose... her daughter or her son... I love her familial bond w either *ae or Hedwyn equally, though I've already gushed about them in other posts, so you can look there ;P

Favorite headcanon

Jodi does braids for people!! I think it's very cute, and some characters would look rly nice with braids...

[izzyizumi]

Me: *takes Deep breath* Me: I LO- anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love Takuya Kanbara, we get it okay, you love TAKUYA, KANBARA TAKUYA is ALSO a brightest f*cking starshine in your life, you f*cking ADORE THEM, yes okay yes, you love TAKUYA, HOW many times are we gonna go through this, yOU F*CKING LOVE TAKUYA KANBARA AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO LOVE THEM!!!!!

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Annnnnd I’m back….

So, the scene in Beth’s kitchen where she says “What did I do now?” and the discussion ends up with Rio stating “he’s in our way”… super curious to hear what you you read between those lines. Cause the exchange feels loaded even tho it’s brief.

Please come back any time! ❤️❤️❤️

It is so heartbreakingly funny that all these two people needed from each other was some sort of confirmation of the other’s feelings. Like, that is ALL they needed.

Rio tried every single shady approach he could possibly think of to woo her. Set her up as his fall guy, kidnap her and try to force her to commit murder, threaten to kill her, make her watch while he killed someone, take all her stuff and money, threaten to turn her in to the cops for a murder he committed, make fun of her dead bedroom and rub up against her ass, invite her to dinner with his family and bring her to orgasm for dessert, then tell her she looks pretty in her dress the following day, kidnap her sister and make her cry… Like, this man tried every trick in the book and somehow she still wasn’t choosing him. Imagine! He pouted over her SO much that whole season!

Until he gave it one last shot and changed his approach. Instead of playing tug of war with her, he let her win. He brought back her stuff and her campaign money, told her he believed in her, made adorable banter with her, took a t-shirt with her face on it because he thought it looked cute. If we remember all their interactions prior to that – he was extremely guarded, wouldn’t even glance at her cleavage, resigned himself that she isn’t going to choose him. Probably told himself he didn’t care. Until Nick really started goading him about it. Rubbing in Rio’s face that he took Beth from him. And in true male fashion, Rio suddenly became capable of emotional intelligence when presented with a male rival.

The way that man GIGGLED when he realized Beth was screwing Nick over. All his angst and pouting and frustration with how Beth was slipping further and further away was suddenly gone and his world was full of possibilities again. She gave him the smallest sign, and he was at her door, knocking respectfully, sitting at her counter with his soft smile and sparkling eyes, telling her he’s choosing her. He needed SO little from her to dive in head-first again. Just a sign that she wasn’t Nick’s and BOOM, there’s Rio basically proposing to her.

All that is to say, I don’t think there’s much between those lines in that conversation in her kitchen. It’s one of their most straightforward interactions. Rio’s being fully and completely honest with her. “He’s in our way.” I’m choosing you. Above family. Above my pride. Above my anger and above our history. Because of our history. I’m choosing you. So if you need something, darlin’, all you gotta do is ask.

And that was all Beth needed. Just a sign that she isn’t “just work,” and BOOM, there’s Beth trusting in him implicitly. Despite the fact that he never showed up to meet with the Secret Service. Despite the fact that Mick came to shoot her and she believed Mick worked for Rio. She believed in him fully. Took off her mask for him. Stopped lying to herself for him.

How f&$@ing romantic is that???? I still can’t get over how insane this couple is. And how hypnotic their standoff is. Until it isn’t a standoff anymore and they decide to be terrible people together. A love story for the ages.

[galacticscrotum]

Hello!

I don’t really like introducing myself.

I get stressed out trying to capture the essence of who I am in a reasonable amount of words. I’m far too complex for that. Not in a “I’m so complicated and cool and mysterious” way, but more of a “I literally don’t even fully have a grasp on my own existence” way.

So instead of trying to summarize my personality, I’ll just list some random things I’d like you to know if you follow me :) (If it’s too long to read, I put key info in bold)

My name is Em, it’s nice to meet you!

I’ve rotated around the sun 22 times. No wonder I’m dizzy.

I am autistic and have ADHD and CPTSD. All three conditions are intrinsically linked for me, I cannot fully relate to any of the conditions on their own without the other two.

I have several symptoms of BPD (abandonment issues go brrrrr)

I never want to speak over people with higher support needs so please (respectfully) tell me if something I say is incorrect or offensive.

Autism and neurodivergence are huge special interests of mine! (Comorbidities hellooo)

I have a ridiculous and sarcastic sense of humor. I’m a goose that is rather silly.

Communicating requires a lot of my energy, so I don’t like any criticism on how I do it, like how often I punctuate or what words I use. I’m doing my best to get my thoughts from my internal realm to the outside world.

I love to learn about anarchy and communism. Even more, I love learning about and imagining better ways of life outside of any common ideologies.

I am fucking queer as fucking shit.

My pronouns are they/them. she/he are okay too

I edit this post a lot.

I love you and I want to be your friend :)

I use :) a lot and I will not stop :)

I love The Sims 4! (I have three of the expansion packs, city living, cottage living, and cats and dogs, and I do use cheats, and I have wicked whims because tiddies)

I am half Slavic/Balkan and that’s important to me because I was disconnected and removed from my culture when I was 5. (Other half is boring western European white American). Began to reconnect with my culture when I turned 18.

Learning languages is sooo fun for me! Def a big special interest. I’m semi-fluent in Spanish, and have little knowledge of: Portuguese, Mandarin, Serbian, Russian, Hungarian, toki pona (this one is so fucking cool to me).

I love music and sharing recommendations! I used to play several instruments including viola, violin, cello, guitar, and piano. Viola is forever my main instrument. Haven’t played in a while though.

Music genres I like: reggaeton, Afrobeats, house/techno/EDM, 2000-2010s pop, Serbian folk/pop, Mexican/Chicano rap, Spanish guitar, punk rock, Falling in Reverse (genre of its own tbh).

I’m very interested in the origins of humanity, early human migration, language evolution, and related topics.

I like to sew and embroider :)

I’m not religious. I have been finding my own spirituality with Mother Earth and I love it. I like learning about others’ beliefs. I don’t care what your religion is, I’ll accept you as long as you’re not in my DNI list :)

As a queer, neurodivergent, mentally ill person, I will reclaim slurs if I choose to. If that offends you, block me. I’m not here to cater to your sensitivities, I’m here to freely express myself. The language is not being used towards you, you’re just being a cop.

Anonymous asks are now OFF because y’all can’t fucking behave ��

DNI: under 18, homophobes, transphobes, racists, bigots, bootlickers, ableists, misogynists, porn blogs, general assholes (I LOVE BLOCKING YOU BITCHES!!!!)

If you’re under 18 and want to interact just DNI with any of my posts labeled nsfw/mdni.

Thanks for reading :) Always open to questions! And memes. The more absurd the better.

[wanda-the-hungry-warden]

Welcome!

This is a dual-purpose ask and RP blog for Wanda, the hungry warden. Feel free to send questions and interactions for Wanda, as well as for her family and friends! Wanda may also choose to investigate your characters if she is curious about them.

To help you familiarize yourself with the characters, here’s a link to Wanda’s character profile, as well as a character directory for the others.

My activity is generally fairly high, but I also have a tendency to work on several things at once. If you don’t see any new posts, they’re coming soon.

If you want more Wanda, check out her storyline on AO3!

Blog rules and guidelines:

Asks:

-All asks should be directed to a character on this blog. If you have a question for me or for my original-universe characters, please ask @thinkicalcritter!

-Please keep asks SFW! I can answer more mature questions privately if you are curious about anything.

-Please be civil!

-I will probably answer the vast majority of asks I receive, but I reserve the right not to answer those that I consider to be objectionable, meaningless, or confusing.

RP:

-Any character may initiate an interaction with my characters, but if the character is from a different fandom, there isn’t a 100% chance I’ll recognize them, which may impact the quality of my responses.

-Again, please keep things SFW unless we are interacting in private. Even then, please ask my permission first.

-I request that you, the person, act respectfully during RP. If you are in-character and your character is a jerk, go crazy.

-Please do not kill my characters. It would make me very sad!

[berrycake99]

*I got more than 10 followers so time for a corny ahh intro post*

well HELLo!

Here are some basics that I will pin for you to decide if going to Hell with me is worth it or nah. 👇

WHAT DO YOU POST?

Mostly memes tbh. I am very unserious. I have a lot of various interests but I draw a lot of Hazbin and the Vees shitposts here. If this will forever stay a HH blog depends, I think it prolly will since we got a lot more seasons to go and I can always make another account for different stuff!

PRONOUNS?

Any. All. Idc, you get to choose!

WHAT IF I'M A MINOR?

Don't give a shit. Personally, I think if you're under 13 you shouldn't use the Internet yet, but hey who am I to say. I do not believe that minors and adults cannot interact, especially since a lot of this fandom is either teens or adults no in-between. I am not a creep, so I do not "fear" interacting with a minor, or person of any age for that matter. I'on give a shit if you're 12 or 80, if you like my art, you are welcome to engage.

IS THE CONENT YOU POST SFW?

For the most part yes. As I said, I usually just shitpost funny stuff. Although, if I post some NSFW in the future I will tag it so please be sure to block these tags if you're younger or just uncomfy with those kinds of content: #nsfw #nsfw suggestive

To make it clear, I don't think I'll ever do 'hardcore' NSFW, so when I say NSFW it'll more likely be suggestive at most, but just in case, I'd like for anyone who's a minor to block both tags. If you don't do it and see sth you don't like, then don't blame me. I ain't your mamma, I can't make you do sth and I'm CERTANLY not gonna be responsible for you disregarding warnings.

DO YOU KNOW THAT VALENTINO IS PROBLEM-

Respectfully shut the f*ck up.

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOME OF MY STANCES ON RANDOM STUFF, HERE'S SOME RANDOM STUFF ABOUT RANDOM STUFF:

On Valentino's morals, On Alastor's sexuality

WHAT DO YOU WATCH?

Mostly cartoons and anime tbh. As I said, I am very unserious. As for the rest, I have like, 5 shows I've watched and 3 of them I rewatch every year again and again because I love them so much.

GAMES?

No. Not a gamer, sorry. The only game I play is some phone games like "Dancing Cats" which was made for neurodivirgent toddlers and 40+ year old mothers who finished Candy Crush. It is an extremly annoying game that makes everyone around me want to jump off a bridge if I play it without headphones and I love it so much. I also like puzzles!

DNI WHEN?

I honestly don't have a list, basically just don't be a cunt.

I tolerate a lot so I don't care as long as you're not dragging ppl just to be a hadur.

Remember kids, everyone can be a bitch! So let's try to be nice for a change ❤️

I WHEN?

You like Hazbin/cartoons and you're not being a cunt❤️

I follow a lot of different ppl and interact with different blogs, simply because my interests are all over the place lol. We do not have to be mutuals for me to love what you do! But also, I love all my mutuals thank you for keeping my faith in humanity 🫶

THANK YOU FOR ATTENTION 👇👇👇

Meme pics credits: 1. By me, 2. By @x1lema , 3. Og screenshot scene by @villainboygirl with some of my IQ 1000 spice added ✨

[these-written-reveries]

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➡BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/INTERACT:

This blog is a safe space for all LGBTQIA+, BIPOC, disabled, neurodivergent, & minority folk. This is a welcoming place to all with love and good intentions!

No prejudice or disrespect of ANY kind will be tolerated. I will not hesitate to block you!

I will not follow back any blogs that do not have an adult age/age range, or at the very least, a clear adult age indicator (i.e.: 18+, minors dni, etc.). I will also not accept any nsfw requests/add blogs to my taglists that do not include the same information!

➡MINORS, SOME NOTES:

I write as an adult, about adults, for adults -including all my SFW content. All the characters I write are 18+, or aged-up to be 18+. Please understand, this is not a space I carefully curate for minors’ eyes, though I am very mindful about tagging NSFW content as best as I can (you can choose to block these tags -listed below). I ask that all minors please respect my rules and do not interact with my NSFW content!

At the end of the day, you are in charge of your own media consumption. I know I cannot force you not to find ways to look at my blog/consume my content. Therefore, I trust that any minors that decide to view my content understand their own limits and will immediately stop consuming anything that brings them discomfort.

Please do not message/interact with me on a personal level -outside of liking/reblogging SFW posts and whatnot. For the sake of yours and my safety, I respectfully do not wish to be friends with you or interact with you personally in any way! I still wish you the very best, though!

Lastly, PLEASE do not lie about your age! It is so important that the adults you are interacting with know whether or not you’re truly an adult as well. Lying can not only put you in a lot of danger, but it also can get people in some serious trouble!

*Thanks for respecting these boundaries of mine! 😊

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Please do not repost or translate my work onto any other sites (even with credit).

If you like my fics, please like, comment, and/or reblog! Doing so not only keeps my blog alive, but also lets me know what you like and how to improve!

I am always open to constructive feedback! I’m here to learn and grow as a writer, so anything would be greatly appreciated!

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@jslittlebirdie (Misc. content w/a focus on L!Joker & fluffy/soft J fics 💜)

@likesofsue (Stranger Things/Eddie Munson blog -w/Eddie fics! 🖤)

@moony-mai (Amazing digital artist -original art & fanart! Lots of MHA art! 💖)

@xkatsukizukux (Multifandom w/a heavy focus on My Hero Academia 💙)

@ajokeformur-ray (Misc. content w/a focus on Arthur Fleck/Joker -lovely fics for Arthur Fleck/Joker, L!Joker, and Patrick Verona ❤️)

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes (Stranger Things/Eddie Munson/Uncle Wayne blog -lots of fics! 🖤)

@jokerownsmysoul (Arthur Fleck/Joker blog -beautiful fics 🤎)

[hecula-propaganda]

Every interaction between Hector and Dracula

or the two's feelings for each other :)

Prelude to Revenge

A place to cling to...

The ability to rebel and blaspheme against the Divine Providence Is accepted without blame A place where we are allowed to exist.

[We] respectfully obeyed, to cling to.

Why yes, I am perfectly normal about Hector and Isaac clinging onto Dracula because he's the only thing they have in this world :')

I'm not sure if Hector is speaking also on Isaac's behalf or only for himself, but I choose to believe it's the former because it makes sense.

But what's important here is that they are in the same position. It's easy to imagine Isaac, irrationally loyal and perpetually insecure, latching onto Dracula. But even Hector, in his icy pride, did the same :) he cared. Just not to the point of self-nullification.

And also look at that. Dracula gave a piece of his power to Hector. In the game itself, Zead says that the Devil Forgemasters are "suffused" in his magic (or "Devil Forgemasters are always with my Master's power" in Japanese). Part of Dracula is literally in them.

“What did he wish from me, that he even rebelled…? Unforgiveness is my nature. The more precious things are, the more they resist and are lost…”

I've spent enough words talking about that one word, 惜しい :)

Of course, this happens right after this lovely scene:

“Please, I beg of you I am human too!”

“My nourishment is human life and mistakes. I will disappear when humans perish…”

There’s no need for me to be chased away The disposal of my body Can’t even happen here... Anywhere...

So, hm. First you gravely injure your rebellious general without even listening to his concerns, then you wonder why your precious thing doesn't love you anymore. I don't think Kojima intended for him to look like a stereotypical abuser, but that's the vibes I get. it doesn't help that this is more or less his attitude with Alucard...

It is said that my former master was destroyed by the wielder of the holy whip. However, the devastation of the human world will not end...

Nothing major, just for completion's sake. This is the only time, as far as we know, that Hector calls Dracula his "master".

Media Factory manga

Unlike with the PtR manga, I need to talk about Isaac here, because he can't be separated from either Hector or Dracula.

i swear that the mf manga is a long long draactor propaganda, the love triangle here is insane

Isaac is the one who warned Dracula of Trevor, and the one who begged him to be sent to kill the Belmont. And yet...

Hector was sent instead. Hector was the one deemed worthy of facing such a big threat. Look at Isaac's eyes. He's so not happy about this blow to his fragile sense of self-esteem.

And Dracula once again puts Hector over Isaac, by ignoring his concerns, ordering him to go find the lost General and leaving himself unprotected well technically there's death but no one mentions him here. Even Isaac's own underlings aren't so convinced by the Lord's actions, and they chalk it up to sheer favoritism, which triggers poor Isaac. Everyone knows that Hector is Dracula's specialest boy :)

Of course, this line matters much more in Japanese:

In case you're wondering, there exist other words that imply unfair favoritism and nothing more, such as 依怙贔屓.

Now, unlike with 惜しい, it's a third party that uses 可愛がる. But then this means that Isaac's underlings were sitting there, joking that Dracula loves his Hector so very much... within Isaac's earshot. Bro. No wonder he found the first excuse to kill them off 😂

I said enough about this nightmare in this post. It's hard to judge where memories end and inner feelings begin, but I do believe this has actually happened, and I chose to interpret this scene as Dracula leaving Hector behind, a display of both humiliation and favoritism.

(I also choose to believe that this episode happened some time before Dracula ordered Hector to kill Trevor. Ah, if only Isaac knew...)

Kinda interesting that Hector's last thought as he's about to die isn't for Isaac, but for Dracula :) could it be the power of the Curse seeping inside him? oh don't worry honey, this is far from the last parallel you two have...

Nothing major, but once again confirmation that Hector "got closer to Dracula" than Isaac did. Whatever that means, beyond the acts of favoritism we have seen...

When he's sealing away his dark powers, made strong by Rosaly's love (the proof of which he's holding in hand), his mind goes to Dracula again. I'm still emotional over this. He felt joy at serving Dracula, at being "recognized and needed" :')

Curse of Darkness

Hector, who has spent the entire game calling all the men kisama (except for Zead, whom Hector trusted and so called omae), refers to Dracula as anata, a neutral-polite pronoun. Zead and Julia call Hector anata, and Isaac uses it for Dracula in PtR, which speaks of the amount of respect it can convey.

It is not your (あなた) place to judge the worth of humans.

However, his lack of any kind of honorific and body language convey disrespect. While he's not being aggressively antagonistic, he is not even remotely intimidated by him anymore. It's been three years since they've last seen each other, and Hector has changed immensely since then. Plus, at this point he's just too tired to give a single shit lol.

(in English, Hector calls him "Lord Dracula". Actually, Trevor is the only character who simply says "Dracula", but of the other characters, two are devoted to Dracula, and two might simply respect the Count's power. What is Hector's reason? Does he still respect his former master, to a point?)

I also love the way Hector humiliates Dracula as a last kick in the teeth. He uses his own Devil Forging powers to transform the curse. Look at the first pictures I posted here: that power was given to him by Dracula. Hector was the best student of the two. He is using Dracula's own power and teachings to free the world of his influence. He's not the only protagonist who defeats Dracula with his own powers, Shanoa did the same and it is poignant in its own way, but with Hector it simply is more personal.

(and, you know, you can steal his throne under his nose :P)

Dracula, of course, can humiliate Hector as well if the player isn't careful :)

yeah you know this was coming. Just sayin' that of all Belmonts and affiliates, Hector is the only one that he attacks like this. Bet that curse tastes good.