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Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

SUMMARY: Based on this anonymous request…

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - posted this originally on my side kink blog [ @aegoniiwifey ], however since it’s not so explicitly kink-related and I’m also really proud of this fic, I thought I would post it here too ☺️ hope you all enjoy this naughty read!

credit to the original creators of the artworks/images.

The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

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Chubby Aeg Request: Heavy Targcest, Aegon and his daughter, Aegon love to make his sweet girl ride his thigh, then bury himself inside her, bringing her to pleasure over and over, before holding her to him, showering her with love in the aftermath, making sure his dominance didn't overwhelm her

Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I’ve never done this trope before but something is making me feral & I— must admit, this was hot… I got very carried away, but still hope you enjoy xoxo

credit to the original images/art work 🤍

The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

credit for dividers - @/saradika 🤍

[oftlunarialmoon]

Ciao lovelies! I have written before on the topic of Age Regression many times, from explaining what Age Regression is, to Age Regression Self-Care, to Age Regression Journaling. I never explicitly said before now, but I, myself, am an age regressor to cope with stress (and some other mental health reasons). The reason why I have officially decided to come forward and say so is because I feel that I want to keep writing posts on the topic of age regression, some with personal experience perhaps, so I want to be open with you all and let you know why I continue to write on this topic. I’ve also noticed some of this blog’s audience is made up of age regressors like myself, and I want to provide you all with some content from a safe, welcoming, and open-minded source. All that being said, today I’ve decided to write down 101 activity ideas for Age Regressors/ Things to Do When Bored, Age Regression edition. Please be sure to let me know in the comments (yes, you can even comment anonymously!) if you like these ideas, please be sure to tell me your favorite!

101 ACTIVITIES FOR AGE REGRESSORS

Outside Activities for Summer

1.       Play on a swing-set!

2.       Play hopscotch!

3.       Color with chalk!

4.       Build Fairy houses with materials you find outside!

5.       Take pictures of your toys in nature! This works especially well for dinosaur toys, animal toys, et, because they look like they’re meant to be in nature!

6.       Jump rope!

7.       Go swimming!

8.       Go fishing with a net and play catch and release!

9.       Go to a beach and find cool seashells!

10.   Read a book outside in the sun!

11.   Go for an ice cream!

Outside Activities for Fall

12.   Find leaves and flowers and press them into a journal. You can also do Leaf rubbings, where you put a piece of paper over a leaf and use a crayon to rub over it to get the imprint of the leaf on the paper!

13.   Carve a pumpkin!

14.   Go to a pumpkin patch and take lots of pics among the pumpkins! You can even pick out one to take home and make into a Jack-O-Lantern (like #12)!

15.   Collect cool leaves and make a leaf arrangement/wreath!

Outside Activities for Winter

16.   Build a snowman!

17.   Build a snow-fort!

18.   Have a snowball fight!

19.   Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue!

20.   Make snow angels!

21.   Play hide and seek in the snow!

Outside Activities for Spring

22.   Collect flowers and make bouquets!

23.   Make flower crowns!

24.   Play tag with some friends!

25.   Weave grass into cool shapes!

26.   Collect cool rocks/gemstones…You can even pretend to be a dragon who’s collecting rocks for their hoard!

Indoor Activities for Any Season

27.   Redecorate your room!

28.   Clean your room! (I know, bleh, but if you clean then you’ll have a clean slate for #27!)

29.   Change your phone’s wallpaper/lockscreen (check out our Instagram Highlight for some of ours!)

30.   Play with makeup!

31.   Try out new hairstyles!

32.   Play dress up!

33.   Play with some dolls!

34.   Play pretend! You could pretend to be a teacher for your dolls/toys, or even have your stuffies go on super cool adventures with you!

35.   Craft! You can make accessories, décor, toys, clothes, anything! Check out our DIY tag for lots of fun crafts!

36.   Read some kid books!

37.   Stim! I like crinkles when I’m small, and I also like slime and flappy hands!

38.   Play with squishies!

39.   Walk around a store and look at all the toys and kid stuff!

40.   Go on a Dollar Store shopping spree! You can get a lot of stuff at a dollar store for under like $20!

41.   Color in some cool pictures!

42.   Design a new OC (Original Character) 

43.   Draw some comics! They can be of yourself or of your OC’s!

44.   Cosplay your OC’s/any character you like!

45.   Do a photoshoot!

46.   Make a sensory bottle!

47.   Set up a dollhouse!

48.   Make beaded bracelets!

49.   Make yourself a snack!

50.   Or a meal!

51.   Bake some cookies (just be careful with the hot oven, okay?)

52.   Have a dance party with your stuffies!

53.   Make a playlist to regress to!

54.   Find new regression YouTubers!

55.   Play some video games! I love Slime Rancher , Animal Crossing, and more!

56.   Play with some phone apps! I love Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, Pastel Girl, and Pokémon Go!

57.   Try to mix your own perfume!

58.   Design a picture using glitter!

59.   Draw some fashion designs!

60.   Start an age regression journal! 

61.   Practice some age regression self-care!

62.   Make a self-care box!

63.   Make figures from modeling clay!

64.   Paint your nails!

65.   Give your stuffies/dolls a makeover!

66.   Find cute regression music! 

67.   Make posters for your room!

68.   Make gifts for your friends!

69.   Find a new penpal!

70.   Write letters to your pen-pal!

71.   Start a sticker scrapbook!

72.   Open some blind-bags!

73.   Watch some toy youtubers. Our YouTube Channel has some toy videos, my other favorites are Cookie Swirl C and My Froggy Stuff!

74.   Make your own YouTube Channel!

75.   Create a mystery to solve with your stuffies!

76.   Solve a Crossword Puzzle!

77.   Solve a Wordsearch!

78.   Finish a puzzle!

79.   Design your own puzzle!

80.   Make an escape room for your toys!

81.   Paint something!

82.   Watch cute anime like Himouto Umaru Chan!

83.   Watch cute shows on Netflix like Twelve Forever or Hilda!

84.   Watch fun shows on Hulu like Gravity Falls!

85.   Go to the library!

86.   Play chess or checkers!

87.   Watch a movie! I like Welcome to Monster High!

88.   Go see a movie in theatres!

89.   Make temporary tattoos using food coloring!

90.   Make your own T-shirt using a blank T-shirt and fabric paints!

91.   Take a little nap!

92.   Put on a play with or for your stuffies!

93.   Make clothes and accessories for your stuffies!

94.   Make clothes and accessories for your dolls!

95.   Make furniture for your dolls!

96.   Make your own blindbags for a friend!

97.   Upcycle your old clothes and jewelry by designing them into something new!

98.   Visit a thrift store!

99.   Go to a museum!

100. Go to the mall!

101.  Visit an Arcade!

WHEW! I hope that is enough ideas for you bored little ones out there. Have a great day!

[whereismywarden]

So after finishing the game last night, here are my initial thoughts on it.

I had fun. I enjoyed it. A LOT. Definitely more than Inquisition.

It's very much a Dragon Age game - with some Mass Effect sprinkled on top of it.

It's a direct sequel to Trespasser (even with the massive time gap there's no denying that), and its storyline is reminiscent of DAO and DAI, although it's structured more like ME2. And there are a lot of emotional beats, not just in Act 3 but during the companions' quests too.

Speaking of companions, they and Rook feel more like friends and family than coworkers, falling more in line with DA2. BioWare did a great job getting me to care about them. Special mention given to Taash, whose story arc was beautifully handled.

While I missed having three companions in my party, it wasn't as bad as I expected. I just wish enemies wouldn't zero in on Rook so much. It made playing a ranged character a bit difficult at times.

The game puts a lot of emphasis on the background you picked, with sometimes entire conversations that appear to have a faction-specific parallel branch. Interacting with characters from your faction feels a lot like returning to your origin's location in DAO. My only complaint is that my elven Rook appeared to know a lot about the Dalish despite his background suggesting he was city-raised, but that can easily be brushed off.

One of the highlights of the game for me though was how well trans Rook was written! It felt truly affirming, and I loved that you always have a choice: from what their experience with gender is like to whether or not you want to bring up the subject in relevant conversations. And there are multiple trans and non-binary characters throughout the game too. It's not just you and that one blink-and-you'll-miss-them NPC. There are major trans and non-binary characters in this game.

That being said, I found myself thinking way too often that there should have been an imported choice for this or that. And I don't just mean "wow, wouldn't it have been cool if we'd gotten a cameo from so and so?" There are specific lines of dialogue in the game that might invalidate some people's playthroughs!

Also, I now get why some critics claimed BioWare was playing it safe with this game. Historically, they haven't always been great at writing morally grey storylines, but here, it seems they were so afraid of getting some backlash (specifically over their depictions of the elves and probably the Qunari) that they're not even trying anymore. It's not necessarily a bad thing (lord knows some improvement was needed), but it's at times such a 180 from existing worldbuilding that it's pretty jarring.

Though that doesn't stop the game from asking you to make difficult choices. This time, they're just more akin to picking an ice cream flavour rather than "Aunt Mia is allergic to nuts but if I don't give her a pecan pie, Travis will kill my dog."

But again, I can't stress it enough, I loved that initial playthrough, and only time will tell how well that opinion holds up on replay.

[samantitheos]

Tag Game Wednesday

Thank you @juliakayyy @jrooc and @skylerwinchester for tagging me. <3

Name: sam.

Age: older than cam, younger than noel—that perfect sweet spot.

star sign: capricorn.

your first language: english.

second language: the education system (and my parents) failed me. i can kinda read latin,  i guess.

favourite lip product: blistex or maybelline baby lips.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: sicilian meatloaf or this bacon-wrapped chicken breast dish with cream cheese filling.

If you drink tea, what kind?  black tea with a bit of honey.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? medium.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now:  nothing? tho i do use it to play the lord of the rings trilogy soundtrack or best of hans zimmer when i’m working. 🤓

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: guns n’ roses music videos probably lol.  

favourite item of clothing right now: since starting to work from home, definitely my mint green sweatpants and fuzzy slippers.

favourite item of clothing in 2012: based on my pictures from that year i wore this electric yellow tank top A LOT.

[please enjoy the super grainy quality and raging phallic energy]

fandom

three movies you recommend: life as a house, gladiator, the girl with the dragon tattoo (original swedish version with subtitles).

your favourite concert: i’m gonna cheat and say warped tour 2004.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? lmaooooo the great mickey crop top controversy of 2019 (yes).

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? i’ve only really been involved in the shameless fandom, but hearing about the fans in other fandoms (e.g., ofmd) has discouraged me from trying to get involved in them.

the best tv show you watched last year: daisy jones and the six, interview with the vampire, ted lasso.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? would loved to have seen tom hardy as james bond and would still love to see cam in a live-action hercules.

a ship you’ve abandoned: well this is before i knew what “shipping” was, but kate and sawyer on lost (he deserved better—and got it).

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? “ok, but just let me explain…”

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) no, and if i got anything i would want it to be very subtle. i’ve thought about getting a serif dash on my left middle finger…

what fandom do you wish was bigger? i don’t really wish the shameless fandom was bigger, but i do wish the fic writing community was as big as it was a few years ago.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? how i met your mother. absolute trash ending.

have you…

swam in an ocean? yes! and scuba certified. i did underwater archaeology for a few years. ever been vegan/vegetarian? no. gone skinny dipping? once. gone skiing? yes, but not since high school. been to a convention? only the boring academic kind.

Tagging @astaraels @crossmydna @deathclassic @darlingian @ian-galagher @krysmiss @lonelygallavich @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @transmickey @heymrspatel @stocious @callivich @gallawitchxx <333

[azurechicken]

9 people you’d like to know better

Omg hi thank you for tagging me!! @sillyliterature 💛 last song: Francesca by Hozier currently watching: The Boys currently reading: 30+ pages in the Fenders tag right now, with sprinkled Handers between current obsession: Dragon Age, I even had to make an account about it, you see ✌️ currently playing: Mass Effect by myself, Divinity Original Sin 2 with bf and DA Origins replay for good measure lol currently craving: vanilla ice cream with coffee (i'm visiting my fridge after this) last movie/show: Beef tagging: this is so embarrassing this account is like weeks old and i know no one here ;;;;;; if anyone comes by this feel free to accept me as a friend and count yourself tagged i will want to know you

[winterbirb]

My boyfriend and I have spent like an hour going through the tiger tag trying to decipher who it might be. Please take pity on us and let us know

I scrolled thru the tag and I wrote his name at least once, but since The Event I've been very careful not to. When a person represents a concept, their name stops being about its holder. This was already bad before The Event, but it's gotten much more pronounced.

Of course, Tiger was doomed from the start. He began his current career following a pre-written script put together by political scientists who ran surveys and found out that he was the person to play the part and boost morale. That's why the middle aged magical girl is in his tag, he was very much the one Chosen To Restore Hope To/Save The Country. And so he was instructed to act in a certain way in order to, from the beginning, represent a concept.

He was modeled after Stirlitz—a fictional character.

But I'll go over some of the themes in his tag, because I can't realistically expect anyone to get those.

The Dragon stuff is a reference to a play/movie, and also what 🐺 (one of the original script writers of his first iteration) and 🐱 (a major "opponent") have called him (because of the play/movie). He is not the dragon; the dragon can be influenced by multiple people and will not die when he does. He has trusted the wrong people with power (to influence the dragon. and the sentence does not change meaning)

Tiger bc: he's often represented as a tiger, especially in the Sinosphere fandom. In the realm of symbolism and abstract magic plots derived from the real world, I see him as an alley cat, cream-tabby patterned, trying to present himself as a tiger... originally helped by the illusionist 🐺 (who's not a wolf but a black cat) until 🐯 becomes insecure, in his presentation as a tiger and in 🐺's loyalty, and takes different measures. But most people don't see him as an alley cat at all. You probably don't, you probably just see the tiger.

Some things are just about his physical appearance. He's short, blond, and blue-eyed. People talk about his eyes a lot, probably because when he doesn't exist as a concept, he exists as an IRL movie character (still an abstract thing rather than a person).

Then there's the Magical Girl Middle Aged Man genre and posts about power and perception and whatnot. That's mostly explained, I think

I do tag him in posts abt being gay. Don't think about it too hard if it's a cognitohazard for you. I'll stand by it; he's really giving J Edgar Hoover.

Things like the Ianthe "posters of myself" post are also a reference to my abstracted world; tying in what I've already written about his performed vs real self, the heavily edited performed self is the one on those posters.

Honestly, I wouldn't worry too much about who he is, because he's so ingrained as a Concept that the cognitive dissonance can even be painful when he's converted to a Person. It was even uncomfortable for me when I started reading about him (although that was soon transformed into the discomfort of reading something very interesting and not knowing who to tell it to).

Oh, one more hint:

[gen-the-greedy]

List of things I like so that I can remember that I like them, will update as my interests come to me in prophetic visions

I humbly request you engage me in conversation about these topics

Also for the record transphobes dni

Digimon (gabumon, gazimon, and impmon favorites)

Sonic the hedgehog

Mother series

Splatoon

Smash ultimate (I main Mac and Falco)

Ace attorney

Ghost trick

Jojo's bizarre adventure

Revali from botw my beloved

Pikmin (have only played 4 but I watched chuggaconroy play the others back in the day)

Xenoblade 1 (mixed feelings on the rest of the series)

STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO why did it take me this many bullets to remember, got tier band

Halo

Fable (second game was never ported to PC so I haven't played it)

InFamous (haven't played second son)

FE three houses was good fight me (edelgard my beloathed)

Anyone remember Epic Battle Fantasy? Ebf 5 was so fucking good

ATLA

Full metal alchemist

Red Vs Blue

The Princess Bride

Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny

Dr pepper 😎

Deltarune

I don't really care for the roleplay elements but I occasionally show up to my local larp group just to bash some heads

I just like martial weapons in general

Never used a bardiche but it looks like my kind of thing

I want to play dnd again but haven't had the chance (I mean I could dm a campaign myself but I don't wanna)

They Might be Giants

Lemon Demon/ Neil cicierega

Cake (the band)

Pie (the food)

Anything lemon flavored

The color purple (and that specific shade of lemon juice yellow)

Sao abridged

Calvin and Hobbes is responsible for my absentmindedly archaic and verbose vernacular that I have to go out of my way to subdue to not sound like a fuckin nerd

Coming back to this point, obviously my word choice was intentional but subdue specifically was not, I can't escape this curse

Also hitchhikers guide, but I was too young to actually remember any of it

Red Vox

Funny cat pictures

Fuckin love dragons when they're treated with respect instead of as giant beasts to slay or cute and "smol" I am very opinionated about this I grew up with

Eragon/ The Inheritance Cycle

I am way too opinionated about dragons I think I might be a kobold (the dnd ones not the german ones)

Gryphons are also cool but if you spell it Griffin dni

Might change my name to gryphon, I liked the sound of phoenix shortened to nick like in ace attorney but my friend's brother is already named that and that would get confusing

Been a while since I read Percy Jackson but I liked that

Dragon Age: Origins

Fable 3 totally ripped it's story from DA:O

I bite my ice cream cause I'm not a coward

[erikacousland]

Baldur's Gate 3 characters in my crazy brain…

I didn't play Baldur's Gate 3 yet, I just watched some videos and screenshots and fan arts… so it's my feeling about it for now:

(Female characters only)

1.

Shadowheart and Isobel gave me a cats fight aura.

Russian Blue Cats Xafi & Auri

Isobel is definitely a Russian blue, with the iconic smug smile.

Question about black kitten turning grey

Shadowheart is a black smoke Norwegian Forest kitten. Yay, a KITTEN, but with a super serious "I'll ganna kill you with my cuteness" looking.

*

2.

Dame Aylin catched my eyes at first glance. She reminds me of my Lady Cousland (Dragon Age: Origins) - tall, strong, blonde, blue / silver armour.

Fred

Aylin is a magnificent big cream long hair to me, the most regal cat you have seen, very likely.

Until…

Gizmo

Aylin: Isobel!

OMG!!! #Aylin x Isobel is toooooo sweet to weak my teeth - it's perfect for my taste!

*

3.

I haven't gotten to know Lae'zel yet but soon…

Learn About The Sphynx Cat Breed From A Trusted Veterinarian

She's so crazy cat CAT to me…

And I saw this amazing fan art made by @basketobread. So I think it's accurate enough?

*

4.

Karlach is the first BG3 character who grabbed my heart.

She's a Jaheira fan girl is a part of the reasons (Jaheira was my favourite character from BG1, for BG2 it was Nalia).

Karlach looks like a reddest, and fiercest Tibetan mastiff you can imagine.

Happy Puppy

But a most innocent puppy inside of her, so maybe a Golden Retriever?

5.

I don't know about Minthara for now either.

She's the first BG3 character who grabbed my eyes.

Halloween Pet Costume: Black Bat

Something tells me she's soft on the inside.

6.

Jaheira is a mother bear, still.

Polar bear mother with cubs in Wapusk National Park, Manitoba

You think a mother bear of this type?

No no…

More like this…

25 Of The Cutest Parenting Moments In The Animal Kingdom

And this.

7.

How could I forget another old fellow from BG1/2?

Bats, facts and photos

Viconia, look! I found a soul clutching picture for you!

My friend didn't tell me if she killed in Shadowheart's personal quest or not (he didn't gotten this far), and I was curious insanely.

8.

Wait…

What do you mean I can't collect all the animals in the camp and spend all the time to talking to them, Larian?

I HATE you!!! :"(

[nessietessie]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

thanks for the tag, @menkhu!

coke or pepsi: i don't like soda lol

disney or dreamworks: disney i GUESS but like specifically pixar just because as a kid i watched both toy stories and also the incredibles over and over again

coffee or tea: i don't like either. i'll take milk though

books or movies: i guess movies, though i should read more.

windows or mac: unfortunately i'm a mac guy. it's what my family used when i was growing up and it's what i know how to use.

dc or marvel: neither lol. though i guess gun to my head i'd choose dc. i liked shazam.

x-box or playstation: playstation of the two of these, but i'm more of a nintendo guy

dragon age or mass effect: i haven't played either of them, nor do i have any desire to

night owl or early riser: kinda neither? i'm at peak power midday. but i do like to stay up kinda late sometimes. if 11:30 counts as late lol

cards or chess: cards. i'm not smart enough for chess, but i LOVE me some solitaire

chocolate or vanilla: tough choice. kinda depends on how i'm feeling but i do tend to lean vanilla more often

vans or converse: chacos. i love sandals

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idk what this is lol

fluff or angst: i don't really have a strong opinion on this one

beach or forest: maybe beach, if only for the novelty of it. landlocked gang rise up!

dogs or cats: dogs! i haven't had many good experiences with cats

clear skies or rain: clear skies these days

cooking or eating out: depends on the mood. oftentimes i'm too lazy to cook lol

spicy food or mild food: i'm kind of a weenie when it comes to spice, so mild. but i'm getting better!

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas, just because i have the opportunity to hang out with my fam and not be at work for a little while

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: like. shapeshifting. or teleportation.

animation or live action: animation for the most part, HOWEVER the live action one piece slaps so. points for that i think.

paragon or renegade: assuming this is one of those games i didn't play. so idk

baths or showers: showers

team cap or team ironman: don't care. i don't like marvel

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: i have no idea at the moment. trying to think of what i frequently quote. a lot of opla these days. one of my faves is luffy's little "mutiny..." in the beginning of episode one lol.

youtube or netflix: well. i'm pretty selective either way. so both and neither i guess.

harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson, though i only read like. the original five books and half of the first book in heroes of olympus

when do you feel accomplished: uuuuh don't ask me that lol. felt pretty good about getting 100 notes on a drawing i posted a few days back lol

star wars or star trek: don't care really

paperback books or hardcover books: prob hardcover because of my careless ass. harder to ruin a hardcover

to live in a world without literature or without music?: writing and reading are neat and all, but i think i would literally lose my mind if i had to drive the 5 hours to my parents house without music.

who was the last person to make you laugh? probably kat

city or countryside? small city? does that count?

favorite chips? sour cream and onion lays

pants or dresses? shorts, but also pants.

libraries or museums? libraries, because i respect what they do but also museums are really neato

character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? bookmarks

Dream job? voice actor. i would also love to get paid to play video games, which i guess can happen if you're a letsplayer or a twitch streamer or something

What gives you comfort? recently, watching one piece lmao. also sorry i guess for all the one piece on this blog but it's my house.

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? i don't often listen to songs with lyrics so this is kind of a hard question lol. but how about all of the lyrics in "We Can" which is team Sonic's theme in Sonic Heroes. Love that. lol

favorite video game?

Tagging: lol. uh. anyone who wants to do this? i don't actually interact with people much on here, but if you see this on your dash and would like to take part, i say go for it!

[hcneysins]

SEAMUS FINNEGAN ✶ rudy pankow, 24, cisman, he/him, half blood, gryffindor, fourth year, magizoology. member of exploding snap extreme, broom racing, culinary club, and care of magical creatures club. can be described as gregarious, benevolent, fickle, and forgetful.

full  name: seamus  cillian  finnegan

age: twenty4

birthday: november  19,  1998

sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

pronouns: him/him/his

blood  status: half-blood

born:  belfast,  ireland

zodiac  sign:  scorpio

spoken  languages: english,  spanish,  &  gaelic

house:  gryffindor

specialization:  magizoology

previous  school: o'eallaigh  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry

pets: british  longhair  cat  named  murdock

wand: 11"  long,  made  of  redwood,  and  has  a  dragon  heartstring core

noticeable  features:  unruly  blonde  hair  and  blue  eyes

hobbies: causing  trouble,  playing  with  his  cat  &  accidentally  causing  things  to  explode

character  inspiration:  jesper  fahey  (  grishaverse  ),  peter  parker  (  marvel  ),  ferris  bueller  (  ferris  bueller’s  day  off  ),  &  stiles  stilinski  (  teen  wolf  )

full  biography

 the  story  seamus  is  told  of  how  he  came  to  be  in  the  world  is  through  the  rose  colored  glasses  of  his  mother,  with  a  touch  of  realism  from  his  father.  his  mother,  fiona  byrne,  finished  up  her  own  time  at  aurelius  with  a  rebellious  steak  in  her,  forgoing  her  return  to  her  hometown,  the  southeast  town  of  castlewellan,  to  try  her  luck  in  belfast  with  the  apprenticeship  she  earned  at  a  prominent  wix  fashion  design  studio.  seamus'  mother  tells  him  it  was  love  at  first  sight  when  she  spotted  his  father,  a  muggle  man  she  encountered  at  a  nearby  coffee  shop  on  her  way  to  work.  she  would  soon  frequent  the  coffee  shop  each  morning  in  an  attempt  to  pluck  up  the  courage  to  talk  to  this  handsome  man,  but  failing  until  one  day  he  came  up  to  her.  seamus'  mother  retells  it  like  a  fairytale,  swept  off  her  feet  with  the  promise  of  a  date  once  the  man  was  no  longer  a  stranger  and  had  a  name  -  cillian  finnegan.  the  second  or  third  time  seamus  heard  this  story  his  father  whispered  conspiringly  to  him  (once  his  mother  was  out  of  earshot)  that  his  mother  had  spare  whipped  cream  on  her  nose  that  he  wanted  to  let  her  know  about  which  was  why  he  originally  approached  her.  what  came  after  was  unexpected  yet  appreciated.

 the  romance  was  a  slow  build  as  fiona  established  herself  as  a  robemaker  in  belfast,  keeping  her  magic  a  secret  from  cillian  out  of  nerves  that  it  would  drive  him  away,  while  cillian  pursued  higher  education  to  help  achieve  his  dream  career  of  becoming  a  pediatrician.  seamus  is  told  that  his  father  only  ever  found  out  about  his  mother  being  a  wix  after  the  wedding.  with  the  colorful  nature  of  his  mother's  side,  seamus  always  wondered  how  his  father  made  it  through  his  own  wedding  reception  without  realizing.

 it's  a  handful  of  years  into  the  marriage  before  seamus  appears  as  a  happy  accident,  having  his  parents  wonder  why  they  waited  so  long  to  begin  with.  whether  or  not  seamus  inherited  the  magic  on  his  mother's  side  would  go  unanswered  until  around  age  six  where  it  started  not  with  a  fizzle,  but  a  bang.  quite  literally.  his  temper  tantrum  over  not  being  allowed  a  cup  of  chocolate  pudding  before  dinner  blew  out  the  electricity  in  their  house,  causing  an  electrical  fire  in  the  kitchen.  the  family  had  to  move  houses,  but  his  mother's  joy  of  having  seamus  be  a  wix  outweighed  his  father's  grumbling.  it  would  the  first  showing  of  seamus'  unknown  affinity  for  pyrotechnics.

 when  seamus  goes  off  to  attend  o'eallaigh  for  school,  he  can't  help  but  miss  his  siblings  that  he  leaves  behind.  the  experience  of  being  away  at  school  is  one  that  seamus  grows  to  enjoy  as  he  gets  bi-weekly  letters  from  his  parents  and  siblings  to  reply  to.  his  grades  are  average,  nothing  to  brag  about  but  also  nothing  he  has  to  worry  about  receiving  a  scolding  for.  the  only  class  that  matters  to  seamus  is  care  of  magical  creatures,  having  taken  special  interest  in  the  pets  his  family  has  at  home  as  well  as  the  rabbits  that  live  in  his  backyard.

 o'eallaigh  bleeds  into  aurelius,  finding  himself  roaming  the  same  halls  that  his  mother  did  many  years  ago.  while  she  wished  seamus  to  find  a  home  in  her  old  house  of  ravenclaw,  she's  thrilled  for  her  son  to  be  sorted  into  gryffindor.  it's  in  aurelius  that  seamus  breaks  out  his  shell,  becoming  more  comfortable  with  himself.  social  as  ever,  he  finds  the  house  divide  silly  and  floats  through  friend  groups  with  ease.  while  his  parents  are  happy  to  know  that  seamus  is  making  friends,  they  are  less  pleased  to  know  he's  also  finding  his  way  into  trouble.  it  can't  be  helped,  or  at  least  that's  what  seamus  tells  them  when  he  reports  back  with  a  new  weekly  detention.  seamus  doesn't  see  the  harm  since  having  fun  is  his  top  priority  right  next  to  becoming  a  stellar  magizoologist

[queen-scribbles]

Tagged.... a while ago /cough by @forestdragoncat and then writing took over my life, so I’m only just getting a chance to do it.

Three ships: sticking with established media rather than my own OCs... Faramir/Eowyn, Mina/Jonathan, Wedge Antilles/A Fucking Break jk he wouldn’t know what to do with himself, Perc’ahlia

First ship ever:  Ronon/Teyla from SG:A

Last song:  If You Go Down ~Kelsea Ballerini

Last movie: Princess Diaries 2 (I was feeling nostalgic and watched both of them) 

Currently watching: Dragon Age: Origins Let’s Play(I am v behind bc she’s posting 5+ hour videos twice a week and I don’t have that kind of free time 😅)

Currently reading: Shadows by Robin McKinley

Currently consuming: Coffee with coconut creamer and chocolate whipped cream :3

Currently craving: crab cake

Not tagging anyone since it’s been so long 😅

[atperihelion]

welcome  valeana  celtigar  to  king’s  landing.  the  lady  of  crawl  island  is  known  to  all  as  an  astute,  charming  individual.  however,  amidst  the  chaos  of  the  realm,  they  find  themselves  becoming  more  elusive  and  stubborn.  visions  of  candle  flames  about  her  head  like  golden  leaves,  a  silhouette  slung  with  pearls  in  a  cloth-of-silver  and  amethyst,  long  tresses  of  hair  adorned  with  the  scent  of  narcotic  flowers  haunt  the  dreams  of  dragons,  who  emerge  murmuring  of  their  support  for  their  house.  we  do  hope  that  whatever  happens,  they  play  the  game  wisely.

i.

full  name,    valeana celtigar .      pronunciation,    stretched out vale - ana.    . nicknames,   val, though she isn't overly fond of it .     age,    thirty-three.      date  of  birth,    the   second   day   of   the   sixth   month.      origin,    claw island ,   the  crownlands .      place   of   birth,    claw isle's castle    gender,    cis  woman.      pronouns,    she  &  her.      alliance,    house   celtigar, whoever gets to her first .      spoken   languages,    the   common   tongue, high valyrian , lysene     title,   lady & heir of claw island    moniker,    the mistress of the sea , the tidal astrea faith, r'hllor, for the public faith of the seven

ii.

eyes,  deep  purple , with slight heterochromia . the upper half of her left iris is actually brown, giving her left eye and even darker look , but you really   have to stand close to truly see it . hair,   brown , always kept loose and scented , it reaches well past her hips .   height,    175 cm .      build,      slim and lean   wardrobe,   cloth of silver or cloth of purple. she doesn't wear anything else , other than ocassinally sporting something dark red. known for never quite leaving a lot to the imagination , queen of boobs and cleavage ( it's what grrm would want )

iii.

traits,    charming,   elusive,   intelligent,   hedonistic.      mbti,   infp .      natal   chart,    gemini   sun .    moral   alignment,    chaotic   neutral.      character  parallels,    shiera seastar ( asoiaf ) , elizabeth woodville ( the white queen ) , marilyn monroe ( the icon ofc ) , lucrezia borgia ( the borgias ) , lady jocelyn ( a knight's tale )

iv.

mother. elenda celtigar father . dorian jordayne sibling(s), one younger , liege of house celtigar. extended family, the targaryens, more specifically the twins. spouse, none , unwed . significant other, her on-going affair . pet(s), one dragon egg ( it's a future pet perhaps ) , cream-coloured, the bottom part of it looks as if it was dipped into gold. one dog , white like snow.

a living reverie, both vulgar and divine, blessed, or perhaps damned with ancient valyrian and targaryen blood. a woman carved from ivory, a woman wrought from iron, a woman is a woman until she is a wife, and then she's just an extension.

the first lesson in life that they teach her is how to swim. toss the child into the murky, restless waters, and watch how she rises with the waves. from an early age, they parrot and tell her all the things that she must either do or become. they whisk her away for lessons, force her to straighten her shoulders and stand proudly by her cousins, teacher her when to smile and when to cry, and how to hide any real emotion that may arise.

it's her mother, however, that gives her freedom. valeana must always know where she comes from. must know that she isn't just a child of westeros, but one of valyria and essos.

in essos, she finds faith. something to believe in. the lord of light breathes life into her and with it a purpose. she is not who she is, she is what she makes of herself. maiden, lover, crone, witch,and the greatest beauty.

in a land of blood and fire, a land of seven kingdoms, she learns how to grow without getting burned, even when she's waltzing close to the maw of a dragon, that of a beast or her cousins, it's either one, none, or both, for it makes no difference to her.

thus with a kiss she dies, thus with a kiss, she seals every sin.

HEADCANONS.

child of house celtigar, belaerys and jordayne, a crazy mixture with a high dosage of valyrian blood. in westeros, she's renowned for her great beauty and not status, and has inspired several tales and bard songs. some are humorous by nature, others praise her looks and call her an enchantress.

by extension, this has always made her rather well-known during jousts and tourneys, as she's had many compete for her attention and favor. every piece of cloth that she'd tie to a lance she'd kiss first — only further solidifying herself as the westerosi marilyn monroe teehee, the queen of love and beauty. it's quite a show to behold. first, she waits for the crowd to silence, then she pretends to drop it, and finally, while everyone holds their breath, she pulls it out from her sleeve and blows a kiss.

practices and harbors great interest for bloodmagic, though this isn't well-known in most circles. people of course talk, but there's no proof. all of this is to support her own goals, aspirations and desires. yet she's no stranger to aiding others in case they need assistance ( and have earned her respect ).

there were several attempts to marry her off, but somehow, she's always managed to evade her suitors and break off betrothals. why? most say that she's loyal only to one, a lover that she keeps but can't or won't marry.

it's been said that valeana bears a much greater resemblance to her aunt than mother. in turn, this is why the king perhaps shows more sympathy towards her wishes and demands, even mishaps.

was gifted an almost golden-colored dragon egg by the king and she's currently trying to bond with it properly.

notoriously a tease, but the way she dresses would have you thinking differently. the materials which she drapes over herself are quite often see-through or translucent, making it seem as if she's just gotten out of water. she neither cares nor bothers to listen to what others may think.

as loyal as a serpent that you'd let coil around your hand. really, it's all about what you have to offer first.

a lover and a hedonist at heart. she needs beauty, good wine and devotion in order to survive. the type to very much enjoy in a bacchanal.

much like melisandre, she too can light a sword on fire. every lady needs a flaming sword what can i say.

lives her life freely, the way she'd always wanted, and cares deeply about the future of her house.

has traveled to many places and has picked up more than a few skills along the way, including basic sword-play.

a brilliant dancer, very dedicated to the art, it's a mesmerizing sight to sit and behold her.

there are countless rumors about her: some say that she's given birth to a bastard ( false ) others claim that she's immortal ( again, think on it ). it's about the myth you make for yourself ladies. even when she's long gone, people will still talk of her as if she's alive.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

i. between you and i, between the sand and the sea. valena's famous, not-so-famous lover. they've had an ongoing affair for nearly a decade, and outside of her family, this is the one person she'd give everything for. her devotion comes with unyielding loyalty and it's perhaps even smeared with blood, but more on it can be discussed. they can never wed ( it's either because they're already married to another or because valeana simply refuses to belong to anyone ), but when they both die, they'll bury them next to each other or toss their bones on the same pile. ( 30+, will be officially expanded and sent to the main )

ii. a close circle of women that she keeps and is very fond of. it's more than just sharing wine and trading gossips — this is about loyalty. how they all met is certainly up to us, but valeana could be the middle ground that connects them. friend of a friend of a friend, they sit in circles, devouring everything that their fingers might touch. f-locked, 0/3, 28+

iii. someone who mistook her for a lady with no fighting skills and thought she was merely jesting about knowing swordplay. whether or not she won doesn't matter, it's the fact that she made it so difficult that's impressive.

iv. perhaps another noble who is interested in bloodmagic or magic in general and either wants to learn more about valeana's little hobby — and from her, or someone who simply wants to find out if the rumors about her being a witch are true. also, maybe they wish to learn more about her dragon egg, whatever. 0/2

v. a noble who thinks that through valeana they can get close to the targaryens. idk, i think it'd be funny to see just how much she likes her cousins and if she's ready to trick the other person for their sake. 0/1

vi. her admires ofc — those who are basically under her spell, in contrast to this, people who for whatever reason can't seem to like her and call her either a whore or a crone, past betrothals, perhaps things are still sour between them, or very much past lovers ( 30+ ) who loathe her for the way she simply discarded them. idk, these are just some very random ideas, i'm always willing to add more.

[iconoclast-infidels]

Yong-Tezoth (Alias: Minzy Mee) | Imugi-Black Dragon| Demon Caim’s Wartime Consigliere | Original Character | Gong Minji  

Petite and Feisty Miss Minzy Mee  was once the monster serpent from Korean legends that won God’s game that gave all Imugi’s a chance to find a place in Heaven and become a real dragon. But, once she got there, her black soul corrupted and disrupted the heavens causing chaos in her every footstep. She was cast back down to her earthly prison banished for all time. But, now she’s a black dragon that’s roams the world with the demon she’s attached to. For all dragons guard a coveted treasure. This dragon just picked a demon’s unholy weapon. Now, she’s President Caim’s agent.  She’s got a nasty attitude and can be pretty high and mighty, quite the little spit fire.

(extended profile)

 Character Name: Yong-Tezoth

Nicknames/Aliases: Minzy Mee Age: Date Unknown - (Sometime during the Republic Era) Born in Korea - Around 2500 years old - Appears as a 21 year old Race: Dragon (Imugi turned dragon)  Powers: Can breathe out toxic poisonous acid or gas. The vapors she can huff are practically napalm. The effects can cause anything from different levels of skin burns to asphyxiation, unconsciousness, and death depending on how much exposure the victim gets. She also has an acid spit. Her special spit can eat through metal, so this is definitely something you don’t want on your skin.  Weaknesses: Minzy is susceptible to physical injury, especially decapitation. She loves metallic objects and anything that catches a reflection like water or mirrors and can be easily distracted by them. Alignment Evil Occupation: Manager (of a Demon’s Act) & his Wartime Consigliere

Personality

Minzy is obsessed with death, evil tempered and doesn’t hide it. She’s a nocturnal creature playing in the night. Minzy loves attention, but only if the attention is given exactly the way she demands it. A person will know right away if they’re not doing it right. She states what she wants, takes what she needs, regardless of what might happen. She’s easily angered and quick to find revenge. She has a smart mouth and an evil eye. If vengeance is sought one will never know when it is coming, possibly not believing if it ever will. But, Minzy doesn’t like to fight fair and prefers surprise attacks.

All this isn’t to say that she never acts happy. She’s really one satisfied dragon when all is going her way. She loves to swing through the city’s nightlife, dance and sing, trying to be center of attention, even with her devil-may-care attitude about who’s watching. She loves luxury and spends a lot of time shopping for designer fashions and high living.

Likes: metallic objects, mirrors, reflections, rotten soaked in the river corpses, the occult, rotting vegetation, luxury, attention (as long as it’s exactly how she demands it)  Dislikes: When that dern demon says her treasure is his, or when he calls her Mimzy isntead of Minzy, bothering to read when you can watch the movie, anyone who gets in the way of what she wants  Fears: Dragon Hunters, People Taking her Treasure, Loneliness Education: No formal training in the human world, but her in-your-face demeanor (and life experience) has taken her everywhere she’s needed to go.  Languages: Italian, Korean, English Season: Fall Color: Black Food: fish, eels, mermaids, water soaked corpses, ocean & river critters Ice Cream:Eel Ice Cream & Octopus Ice Cream Drink: Swamp Water Smell: The Smell of Fear in the Morning Hobbies: Dance, Clubbing, Collecting Antique Hand Mirrors Place: Swamps  Music: Korean Pop, Metal, American Pop Fav Song:Eat You Up by Boa  Movies: Final Fantasy VII Advent Children, Spirited Away, and The NeverEnding Story TV Shows: Korean Game Shows Book: What a boring activity! Pets/Animals: Black Great Dane named Sin

History

There’s a Korean legend about monstrous serpents called Imugi that roam the lands. They are given a chance to become a real dragon every 500 years and ascend to Heaven. To earn that right they have to perform a very good act of selflessness to prove their worth. The problem is there are good Imugi and bad ones. Minzy was a bad one. But, that didn’t stop her from earning her way in with acts of kindness. She did indeed turn into a full fledged dragon and gained entrance to Heaven. But, having a dreadful soul like Minzy’s in Kingdom Come didn’t last long. She completely disrupted the Heavens and was kicked out. Just like when a fallen angel turns into a demon and banned from celestial bliss and her dragon powers mutated into the poison acid that was her soul.

She fell back to Earth as a black dragon with noxious, lethal, vaporous breath and ready to strike a vicious vendetta against the world for being stripped of her rightful prize. She claimed the Yeouiju and was stripped of her very rights. So now she intends to strip everyone of theirs. 

It wasn’t long after that she met a partner in crime, the demon Caim also banned from Heaven. However, they were not instant friends. Minzy was traveling the globe determined to taint every country when she happened to see him in Rome, Italy. 

She saw him as a man in the Colosseum (near the ending of the Republic Era) sword fighting a gladiator when that mirror-smooth reflective shine caught her eye. It’s gleam was brighter than she’d ever seen, not to mention the jeweled handle sparkling in the hot sun. She wanted it and had every intention of making it her very own, keeping it as a dragon’s guarded treasure. The moment he left the arena she jumped him and took it. This wasn’t something he was about to just let go. She underestimated her foe as a mere man. The sword’s luster was so radiant because it was no ordinary weapon. It was an unholy, magical sword forged in the fires of Hell by the Demon President Caim.

The new enemies engaged in a hostile struggle battling over the ownership of the sword. Minzy, in dragon form continued to spit acid on the demon melting not only his skin, but his complete innards, killing his body more than once only for him to come back from Hell to continue their war. Caim had the ability to call the sword right to his hand and out of her grasp, but she was too fast for him breathing her poisonous gases and knocking him clean out, only to retrieve it again. The epic feud went on for so long that they were both tiring out, both unbelieving of the entire situation.

The exhausted demon finally tried to talk some sense into the dragon attempting to outwit her instead just physically fighting her. She didn’t listen to a word he said until he spoke in frustration, “Come the Fuck on! I have some infernal smiting to do damn it! I have a job to do!” In her own weariness this caught her attention. She had a taste for bloodshed being obsessed with death and wanted to watch him reap outside the arena. Demise was expected in the arena. She loved the idea of watching unexpected death. Caim eventually agreed to let her come along with his travels becoming friends of a different breed. They were definitely a horse of a different color. But, Minzy still saw the sword as her treasure. She stayed with Caim for the fun of aiding his work and protecting her treasure. Arguing over the sword on constant is putting it lightly. The years haven’t slowed their bickering.

As times of the world changed she eventually had to start staying more in her human form due to slayers bringing her species to near extinction. In modern times she has taken to being Caim’s career agent and is all about the money. 

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likes  artificial  watermelon, sleeps  in  what  they  are  already  wearing, eats  their cereal  with  milk, listens  to  music  with  earbuds, hates  the  summer, can  recite passed  the  first  four  digits  of  pi, eats  frosting  out  of  the  jar, doodles  on  their notebooks, can  bake  cookies, has  a  garden farm, has  had  a  snowball  fight, eats pancakes  without  syrup, prefers  shorts  over  pants**, can  name  more  than  ten superheroes, has  a  plan  for  the  zombie  apocalypse, uses  the  same  password  for everything, can’t  hold  their  breath  for  more  than  fifteen  seconds, watches anime, hasn’t  read  harry  potter, can  say  ‘  i  love  you  ‘  in  more  than  one  language, prefers  mechanical  pencils, thinks  space  is  cool, takes  personality  tests  more than  once  to  make  sure, can’t  tie  their  shoelaces, has  a  purse, likes salads, likes cool  colors  better  than  warm  colors, knows  how  to  braid  hair, reads biographies, can  ice  skate,  knows  their  mbti, reads  astrology  charts, prefers  the  star  wars prequels  to  the  original  trilogy, plays  video  games, reads  the  newspaper*, likes chocolate  ice  cream  best,  doesn’t  cuss, memorizes  song  lyrics, collects  coupons, has  a  preferred  order  at  Starbucks, likes  movie  theater  popcorn, has  seen  a play, listens  to  music  with  headphones, owns  a  hoodie, would  rather  own  cds than  online  copies, has  written  a  poem, can  shuffle  cards, subscribes  to  a magazine,  double  dips  when  eating***, drinks  directly  out  of  the  milk  container, keeps  a  journal

Reads  the  newspaper: Gutenberg only invents bookprinting in 1450 (on of the three happenings ending the medieval age in europe) and only in 1600 came the first printed newspapers,so Wolf has no newspapers beside the guy payed for yelling new on the marketplace. However, if she would be in a time where nespaper are a thing already, then she would read it over a cup of tea everymorning sitting by a window very clichéd. prefers  shorts  over  pants: On a complete sidenote-Wolfs normal underwear consists of braies and a cloth-belt to which she binds her leglings, so yes, Wolf kind of always wears shorts. Its a fahion-of-her-time matter.

NEVER Double  dips  when  eating: Wolf might not be a noblewoman, but she is living in the early medieval time and she has enough manners to not only bring her own eating-tool with her (spoon, knife and a mug), but she would difinitve not be so utterly rude to double dip in the saucepot that everyone else at the table is using.

Eats  frosting  out  of  the  jar : Wolf has a habit of holding onto food when she gets her hands on it, so the invention of having sweets in a jar is right up her alley and she would probably growl at someone if they try to take it away from her. Just once, than she would share. Who needs cake when one can have frosting.

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03 April - Colorado by Night - Audio Journal by Elias

 After some discussion with the Coterie, we are headed back to the playground to speak with the weird children there.  I will take the lead in the discussions - Todd and Sam believe these are "Changeling" children who may be a key to maintaining the blood supply for the circulatory system, and I can see them the most clearly.  We direct Sherri to drive us so we will not need to leave a vehicle to be damaged while parked.  The drive goes relatively smoothly, until something sprints across the street, startling Sherri.  She is unwilling to clarify for us what she believes she saw - the poor thing is still adapting to her new life and situation without Splinter - her father and the one who had ghouled her.

 We leave the vehicle behind and I direct Sherri back to the safety of the bar.  The coterie walks to the playground - it is less crowded than before, with only a skunk-child visible, playing on the swing.  We approach, and Sam starts the discussion - the skunk-child is very confusing, and keeps refering to "pookenese"... which Sam apparently is fluent in and I am not.  The child seems familiar with Splinter, and familiar with Splinter's squirrel.  He speaks of an easy mission that Splinter completed, and notes that we're coming on a day that Splinter always loved to come on.  He comments on how Sam is prettier than Splinter, while I am uglier than Splinter, and notes that Sam is very weak with how he pushes the swing.  Eventually he calls a friend - Reggie.  Reggie is one of the largest creatures I have ever seen!  The squirrel-child wants us to get on the spinny equipment so that Reggie can push us gently... I ask Reggie about what pookenese is, which seems to greatly amuse him.  It turns out that skunk-child is a Pooka, and pookenese is generally lying.  Reggie clarifies that Splinter has a deal with the council, and he is unsure of what the nature of the deal is.  After some discussion, I convince Reggie to take me to the council - originally the whole coterie was to go, but there is only one vial of the changeling blood syrum needed to go.  Reggie seems concerned that we may be "Banal"... I am unsure of what he is referring to.  Per Reggie's direction, the Pooka and I get on and Reggie spins us... faster and faster, rainbow lights surround us...  Next that I am aware, we are in a coach headed across a bridge to a most fantastical place.  Colors brighter than I have ever seen surround us, along with all manner of unusual people.  We approach a towering castle, where the coach stops and we all step out, to be greeted by strange guards, in front of a double door guarded by massive statues.  I look down, and my clothes appear to be normal to me - a constantly changing mix of styles across the ages.  I am told that others do not see this, and I confess sometimes they seem more plain than others... right now they seem to flicker more frequently than normal... I wonder...  With a thought, I have a cloak that briefly becomes towering feathered wings before settling down back into a cloak!  This must be a future outfit... time is so challenging, but surely if I had worn such wings before I would recall.  The guards seem shocked and awed by my wings... they usher me in to see the council.  The council appears to be only three people, all devouring an absolute enormous arrangement of food.  Once again concern about being banal is raised... I wonder why, when surrounded by such incredible things, they would be concerned about me.  I am informed that Splinter had a number of areas that he kept clear of vampires, and an arrangement with the "Dragon Kin" to assist in other areas.  The council raises concerns on if I can meet these requirements, but I assure them that I can.  After discussion, I think of forming my hair into a castle - but my crafting skills are lacking, and instead I end up with what appears to be a swirl of ice cream...  Reggie, the pooka and I head back to the playground.  Back at the playground, I brief Todd and Sam while we attempt to call Sherri.  Sherri is not answering, so I instead call Amanda for arrangements for a ride and ask her to have someone check on the bar.  Amanda picks us up and takes us to the bar... the bar has been thoroughly trashed.  Sherri is missing, and werewolves have attacked us.  I begin to see red, and the beast is coming close to the surface... if they have harmed Sherri, I will burn down everything between here and Cheyenne, raze the earth and work to bring as many more of the Nexus Crawlers to light as I possibly can.  This cannot be tolerated.  We go to the "Dragon Kin" for further assistance.  The council had advised that they were a sect of werewolves that were wholly opposed to the others, and on discussion they agree to assist us with finding Sherri as well as continuing the prior deal - if we can provide them with one live werewolf per week.  Sam believes that he can - I leave this in his capable hands.  We retire for the day, planning to get together tomorrow to rescue Sherri.  We will rescue her, or I will do everything in my power to eliminate the werewolves responsible.