#I always want to have open discussions of stuff like this bc like. I hope me being open and honest can at least show people who are anti

[toxycodone]

i just wanna tell you. thank you, THANK YOU for being KINKY and WEIRD and KIND!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it is so good to have a safe space where we are free of judgement and able to go crazy with other people. bonding over shared interests will NEVER GET OLD!!!!!!!!! i love non judgemental people who just own their weirdness. the best people out there

your posts about human psychology and kinks/fetishes really opened my eyes. about how kinks =/= morality. because i get so scared and caught up in thinking that i’m a bad person for thoughts i have. its nice to have this reassurance that im normal and just human.

you’re a cool person

anyways, sorry this is getting long. can i be a cookie 🍪 anon??

If I can share the best thing my psychiatrist told me: If you were a genuine menace to society you wouldn’t be thinking about how your actions could affect others.

like irl pedos/SAers/etc. don’t go “hmmm am I hurting someone with this action? Does this action make me a pedo/SAer/etc?” Nor do they debate the implications or consequences of their actions!! you’re not hurting anyone by talking about fictional weirdness

I even hate that people on here even like equate discussing taboo topics as like. Enjoying them in a hypothetical sense because hell nah. Do I like fictional incest? Hell yeah. Hypothetically am I going to fuck by brother? Hell no. It’s not even something that crosses my mind. Like. UGH. Completely fictional discussion of taboos ≠ anything in relation to it irl

BUT YEAH. You are fine. Your brain is a biological supercomputer composed of wires made from FLESH and it glitches. And in that case sometime feet turn you on. Or getting your cock stepped on. Or something weird like that. But you’re fine. you are literally just some guy.

My blog will always be a safe space for stuff like this idc how taboo it is. My only boundary is that if you are starting to debate condoning this irl to PLEASE seek professional help I WILL POST RESOURCES IF NEEDED.

^btw like. I don’t count roleplaying with people as “condoning stuff irl”. Like whatever you do with another consenting being is 100% okay go crazy and eat each other for all I care

(also cookie anon is such a cute name i love cookies sm)

[parfaitblogs]

guess ❀ s. reid x reader

in which spencer really likes changing the way in which he wakes you up. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: smut (18+ mdni) tags: soft dom!spencer. oral (f receiving). spencer bought the underwear r is reading (it's described). very brief nipple stuff bc i hate writing that word xoxo. healthy sex discussion midway through!! communication yippee!! desired somnophilia (it doesn't actually happen). fingering. spencer's a little shit (who's surprised). not proofread!  word count: 2.5k a/n: the lacy black pair with the little bows 💃💃 the ones i picked out for you in tokyo 💃💃💃imagining s13 spencer specifically in that episode he has his firearms exam. u know the one mhm mhm! 

You were indescribably pretty, in Spencer Reid's very professional opinion.

In every form. Even your sickest, most disgusting form — according to you — when you had gastroenteritis that one time after being away on holiday. You were pretty when you dressed up for a date with him or drinks with your friends. When you had just gotten out of the shower and had wet hair and were wearing your pyjamas (either being a matching set or one of his stolen t-shirts). And, his most recent obsession; while you were sleeping. 

Which might be sick in some way shape or form. How much he liked watching you while you slept. The rise and fall of your chest, the blankets bunched up and falling just below your hips — showing the skin of your legs, because the weather was warm and Spencer's apartment was always warmer. 

Yes, it probably is sick. But it's not like he did anything about it. In fact, he usually just watched you until the clock ticked to a time he deemed unreasonable to still be in bed, and he got up and went on about his day (thinking about you the entire time, of course). 

But it was a Sunday, and you had made him promise to be there when you woke up that morning; too sick of finding him out in the kitchen already showered and making food. When all you wanted was to lie in bed for — at least — an hour with him before your days began. 

Your rule was probably the only reason Spencer's mind wandered away from their usual thoughts about you in the morning. But he also wanted to blame it on the fact that your hair was freshly washed and his sheets now smelled of your shampoo, and your legs brushed against his own so many times he thought you might be awake already. 

You were just so, so pretty. And his shirt on you had risen just the right amount, your stomach peeking through, and really, Spencer should not be held accountable for any of his actions that morning. He was but a man, at the end of the day. 

Despite everything he wanted to do to you, he was still a gentleman, and this was a boundary of consent you were yet to cross together. Hence; the arm snaking around your waist, pulling you into him, and the kisses he had begun leaving along your cheek, jawline and neck, hoping to coax you awake, gently. 

Hope that had been answered, because he heard you groan quietly beneath him — the sound, embarrassingly so, shooting straight to the pit of his stomach like he was a teenager. But you were awake. 

"Good morning to you too," you had murmured, voice riddled with morning husk and a layer of exhaustion no doubt still there. 

"Morning, honey," he answered, lifting his face from your neck to your own face, lips twitching a little as you blinked your eyes open. He was quick with it, connecting his lips to yours and eliciting a quiet squeak from you, which simply had him smiling. 

"I have morning breath," you said, though both of you knew he could not care less. He never did, which was almost laughable for a man with such a big phobia of germs. 

"I'll need to brush my teeth after this too, anyways," he had replied, and your stomach flipped in the best way possible. 

"What's this?" 

"Hopefully," he began, placing one last peck to the corner of your mouth, before he shifted your bodies enough so he could trail kisses down to your peeking collarbone. "You'll like it."

"Promise?" you asked him as he hooked fingers beneath his t-shirt, eyes searching yours for approval, before he pushed it up and over your chest.

"Promise," he said with a confirming hum, trailing kisses down your sternum, before kissing back up and taking a nipple into his mouth. 

He decided he liked you like this; still waking up, too out of it to properly silence yourself the way he knew you would if you were in any fully conscious state of mind. It was arguably his least favourite trait of yours — how much you hid when all he wanted was to hear every little noise you made (a thought that shocked him too, the first time he thought it). 

But your back arched and barely functioning limbs pressed down against the mattress when you mewled, and it was beautiful and he was repeating the motion of his tongue flicking over your nipple once, then twice, just to hear it again. 

He smiled at your breathless whimper of his name when he detached his mouth, a hand dropping to your hip and rubbing gentle circles into it. 

"So impatient when you're tired," he murmured, almost scoldingly, gaze flickering up to catch your expression. Not that there was much to look at — you were watching him through half-shut eyelids, lips pulled into a content smile. He moved his head to take the other nipple into his mouth. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and so he comforted the other (now neglected) peak with his thumb. 

But, he was a man on a mission. And so despite how much he wanted to tease you, he had other, far more exciting plans for you. 

Lips kissed down your stomach, stubble scratching delicately at your skin, making you squirm and evoking a hum from Spencer, who glanced up at you with an arched brow. 

"Stubble," you explained, almost breathlessly, and his lips pulled into a smile in acknowledgement. Which was sweet. 

What wasn't sweet was the way he grasped your hips between his hands and pushed them into the mattress and said, in his (incredibly arousing) low voice, "Need you to keep still for me."

"You don't want my hips punching you in the face?" you asked. He laughed at that — it had happened one time. 

"If I can help it, no," he punctuated his sentence with his fingers squeezing your left hip, and you only hummed in response. Then, "Aren't these the ones I bought for you?"

You looked down, and his fingers were hooked under the waistband of your underwear, black bows resting on either side and flipped up on his fingers. 

"Uh... yeah. I must've put them on by mistake last night," you told him, and his eyebrows only rose. "What?"

"By mistake?" he mused, one of his hands letting go of the waistband to trace his knuckle across the top and down over the centre of them, eliciting a shudder out of your lips. 

"I haven't done laundry?" you offered your second excuse. His bewilderment only deepened and he pulled his hand away from you.

"You wanna tell me the truth?"

Damn him. "Okay, so, I was planning on trying to do something with you last night. I did an everything shower and everything," very complex sentences you were creating, clearly. "But then I fell asleep."

"I see," he said, and amusement crossed his features. 

"I wear them all the time!" you protested. "They're comfortable. Also they're really pretty. You would know if you tried to have sex with me more often."

He laughed, only because he could see the faux pout on your lips, and he knew you weren't serious. "I already have sex with you a lot."

"Twice a week isn't a lot."

"I'd argue it is," he said, placing a kiss to the inner side of your thigh — the recognition of what position you two were in whilst having this conversation being somewhat jarring, but mostly humorous. "Do you want me to have sex with you more often?"

"If I say yes, will you?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to," he answered, hair tickling your skin as he tilted his head to the side, resting it on your thigh. 

"Then yes," you breathed out. 

"Okay," he nodded his head, picking it back up to refocus on his task at hand. "Can I take this underwear that you apparently wear all the time off now?"

"Yeah."

Even in the warmth of his apartment, you shivered when he tugged the black lace down — with some resistance he no doubt expected, but still reacted to with a barely audible hiss. You smiled at that.

"So pretty," he murmured, like it was the first time he was ever seeing you. 

He met your eyes one last time, and you watched that stupidly gorgeous smile stretch across his lips, before he was leaning forwards and licking a stripe down the centre, eliciting a breathy whine from your lips. 

He was painfully good at this — a fact that popped into your head every single time he had his mouth on you. You wondered if he was simply born with the knowledge of your body already catalogued in his brain, because even the first time he ate you out, you were immobile for thirty minutes (though, he did make you come four times at once, so maybe it was that). 

"Angel," you felt a nip on your thigh, and your head snapped down, eyebrows furrowing when you met Spencer's gaze. "Focus on me."

"I am," you huffed in response.

"Really?"

In theory, yes. You were thinking about him. Just a distant, past him. 

"Am I boring you already?" 

"Maybe. You might wanna speed up," you replied, always taking the opportunity to have some form of attitude towards him. 

"I miss when you were half-asleep," he sighed, but he gave you what you wanted regardless. 

Lips attached to your clit and his tongue flicked over it, and any retort you had died on your tongue. He liked to shut you up this way, it seemed. Hands that were still holding your hips pushed you into the mattress instinctively, having premeditated the bucking of them. A whimper escaped you when he sucked, head pressing down into the pillow beneath it, and you could feel the muscles of his face move as he smiled against you. 

He always ate you out like he was starved, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was. He was almost pathetically down bad for you when he was horny, though, and even if you were promising him pleasure, his mouth would find its way to you no matter what. Something about being a service dom or whatever. He had told you about it one time while he was knuckle deep in you, and you clearly didn't retain much in that state. 

"Oh," you breathed out when he dropped his head lower, his tongue circling your entrance, nose bumping your clit. 

You could feel his eyes on you when he flattened his tongue, watching every micro expression you made. 

Now, Spencer Reid was never smug about his knowledge. All those memories and his ability to quote just about anything at the drop of a hat and he never bragged about it. But knowing you? That he could brag about for hours and then some. Because truly, he knew you.

He knew he could make you come just like this; obscenely eating you out. In fact, it was quite easy to. But he found no fun in giving you what you were expecting. It was the only reason he was returning his lips to your clit, a hand dropping down from your hip, sliding over the skin of your thigh, before brushing through your folds, teasingly. 

"Spencer."

He repeated your name in the same whiny tone of voice as your own, mockingly so, and if you weren't so hellbent on reaching an orgasm, you probably would've kicked him.

A finger pushed into you embarrassingly easily, and you moaned, louder than you had yet that morning, which he knew. 

Indecent sounds left your lips continuously, and you eventually stopped fighting them. Much to his satisfaction, clearly, because he had curled his finger in just the right way at the same time he sucked on your clit and you were crying out and hands that had otherwise been heavy on the mattress were flying to his hair. 

You felt and heard him laugh at your reaction, only for him to do it again before you could argue. 

"Fuck, Spencer." 

"I know," he said, lifting his eyes back up to meet yours, twisting his finger and flicking his tongue over your clit. "Taste so good, angel. Could stay here for hours, you know?" You did know. He probably would, unless you had a mass protest to hold. 

"Please," you gasped out, pathetically so.

"Please what?" he mused. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he chose that exact moment to push another finger into you, cutting any sentences you had off with a moan. 

"You've gotta use your words, sweet girl." You shot a glare at him, and he barked out a laugh. "Okay, okay. Sorry."

He was sorry, because he resumed his ministrations without so much of a delay, both fingers pushing in and out of you, filling the air with vulgar wet sounds to accompany your gasps and moans. 

You moaned his name again, and he mumbled another gentle, "Yeah?"

"Wanna come," you said.

"I know," he said, voice oh so soft, juxtaposing his every action. "Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Telling," you replied, almost huffily, and he laughed, increasing the pace of his fingers only slightly. 

"You don't wanna ask me?"

"Do I need to?"

"Maybe you should start."

"Spencer."

He laughed again, and you felt him nod his head against you. "Okay, okay. Making you come. Relax, sweet girl."

Arguably, you were the most relaxed you could possibly be. But you no longer had enough fight in you to argue, because he was rutting the tips of his fingers up against that spot inside you, and his tongue was moving faster, and you were gone; seeing stars. 

Maybe one thing he loved more than eating you out, was making you orgasm from eating you out. The way your fingers that almost always ended up in his hair scratched at his scalp, your thighs clenching around his head just enough that he had an excuse to pin them open, your voice going breathless and high-pitched. He had watched and felt it happen so many times it was burned into his memory, and yet he was still in awe of you regardless. 

Coaxing you through it and teetering on the edge of overstimulation was another bonus, because your breathless moans turned into whines and you always, always tried to escape him, and he got to remind you how much stronger he was, arms hooking under your thighs and tugging you closer. 

"Spencer," you whimpered. "No more. Please."

That was his cue to stop, and he pulled back, lips upturned in a lovesick grin as he looked up at you, face glistening. 

He pecked up your body until he had reached your face, and then he was kissing you again, regardless of the remnants of your release covering his skin. 

"Did so good. You're always so perfect for me, sweet girl," he murmured against your lips, swallowing your quiet whines. 

"Love you," you managed to mumble out, and he smiled against the cheek he was now kissing. 

"Love you too."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly ♡

[nereidprinc3ss]

andromeda | (dybmn? bonus)

a bonus vignette from spencer's POV. we find out how he really feels about reader. takes place the day before the argument at the bar.

note: this is not part six! takes place between parts four and five.

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18+ warnings/tags: fem!reader, semi-graphic descriptions of sexual fantasies, some angst, you're not actually present, mention of alcohol, very vague discussions of murdery stuff bc he's supposed to be working, sassy spencer makes an appearance a/n: for all my angels who said they wanted a snippet of spencer's POV! i'm sorry if i'm overdoing it with this story or clogging the spencer tags, i'm just having a lot of fun! i hope you enjoy or that this may be clears some things up for you, pls lmk your thoughts:) ily!!!

Spencer is incessantly drumming the particle board table underneath his fingers.

The polymer veneer is one of his least favorite textures—he hates the grain of it and if he were to accidentally scratch the table with his nails he knows it would make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. 

But of all the things he’s worried about, that ranks very low on the list. 

He’s got a lot of mental tabs open all the time—and the tabs, he can deal with. It’s when he starts trying to operate with multiple windows that he begins to struggle. His brain, while it is a very fine tuned sort of computer, only has one monitor. Unfortunately, no human (except for the ones who’ve had their brain hemispheres surgically split) is immune to the inevitable pitfalls of multitasking. By dividing his mental energy between you and his job, he’s really fucking up his job. But he also thinks he really fucked up with you on that phone call the other night and for being as logical as he is he can’t seem to make that feel unimportant—even though he’s disgusted with himself for it because there are literally people dying. 

Someone knocks on the open conference room door—he looks up, skimming his lips over his fist. 

“What’s up?” he says too quickly upon seeing Emily’s mildly concerned face peering in on him. 

Her mouth bridges into a sort of nonchalant frown and her brows kick up. 

“Just… checking in. Haven’t heard from you all morning.”

“Yeah, the, uh—the geo-profile. I’m still… I’m still working it out.”

It’s not like he’s ever been phenomenal with his syntax in a social sense, but Spencer is certainly aware he’s doing even worse than usual right now. 

“Okay. Uh… is there anything in particular stumping you, or…?”

“Nope. Just not enough information. But I’m—I’m going to keep trying.”

“Alright. Got your phone handy?”

It’s an odd question—of course he has his phone handy. He’s been doing this job longer than Emily has. How else would he communicate with the rest of the team? He bristles. 

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

Emily shakes her head. She’s always been particularly good at reading his moods.

“You’re not under attack, Reid. I was just asking.”

Just as he’s about to say, why would you assume I’m not prepared for my job, he manages to swerve away and stifle the words with his fist. Instead he looks back down at his copy of the map and nods. In reality, he truly isn’t prepared for his job today. The reason he has his phone so close, fully charged and at top volume is because he’s worried he’ll miss a call from you. 

Emily says something else, and he hums in response, and then she’s gone. 

He shouldn’t be reading into your reticence this much. It’s not like you just sit by the phone all day, eagerly awaiting a call or text from him (like he does you). You have a life. You’re busy. And even if you are intentionally dodging his texts, he can’t entirely fault you for it. Spencer knows he’s clingy. He knows he’s overbearing. It’s part of why he panicked the other night and told you the whole humiliating story about Elle. Because he can’t ever just be cool and he felt the need to explain himself. 

But the problem was, and is, that he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without saying those three words that fucked him over all those years ago.

So he’d danced around them. Applied them to someone else to try and avoid outright professing his all-consuming love for you over the phone. However you feel, Spencer has to assume he feels more. Spencer always has to assume he feels more because he usually does and it’s gotten him into trouble before. And now he’s pretty sure he was exactly right, as often is the case, because you didn’t tell him he was mistaken and you’d clammed up and you haven’t talked to him since and he’s not supposed to be reading into it this much. 

Three victims killed and dumped within a 6 mile radius of the first victim plus one victim killed and dumped 23.8 miles away. That doesn’t make any fucking sense. Fuck this guy. 

Spencer decides the problem is that he needs more caffeine. 

Or possibly, if he were a different kind of man—copious amounts of alcohol. 

So he stows his phone in a pocket and asks the first person he sees where the coffee machine is. 

“Looks like you found it earlier,” the woman says, glancing pointedly down at his mostly empty mug. A playful smirk tugs at pinkish-brownish lips. She’s pretty, he realizes distantly. But he registers it the same way he’d take note of the model of a car, or the species of a bird, or the kind of shoes someone is wearing. It doesn’t actually interest him. It’s just part of processing his environment. “I can show you to it?”

He doesn’t have the heart or energy to explain that someone else brought him his cup earlier and he’s not flirting with her. 

“If you could just point me in the right direction…?”

She laughs, short and dry, before she’s pointing down a hall. 

“Kitchenette down there and to the left.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, already walking away without sparing her a second glance. 

She’s the kind of woman he would have paid a lot more attention to before you came along. Not that he’d ever sleep with someone on the job (not since he was 25, anyway), but if he’d met her under any other circumstances he probably would have cared more about the way her pupils dilated and her eyes had widened slightly and she’d adjusted her posture and all the other small things people do when they’re attracted to someone else. 30 year old Spencer might have slept with her. 27 year old Spencer definitely would have slept with her. Current Spencer obsessively pines for a woman who is already his girlfriend and whom he has yet to sleep with at all far too much to think about other women like that. 

But god, does he think about you like that. 

His feet carry him down the dim, carpeted hallway but really it took barely a nudge and he’s thinking about you like that. At work. As he’s pouring himself coffee. 

Spencer is confident in the fact that if anyone were to look at him right now, they’d never guess he’s running clips of you in his mind like a dirty supercut. Because he’s just pouring coffee. That’s one good thing about having all those tabs open all the time. He can toggle between them quickly. He has enough going on in the background that people look at him and all they can tell is that he’s thinking hard about lots of things. Some of them just happen to be the way you look when you’re naked on his bed, skin shining and glazed eyes sleepy, parted lips higher in color than usual and catching your breath. Some of them happen to be your hair brushing his stomach before he gathers it back for you. Some of them happen to be the way your thighs feel on either side of his face, or how you stretch around his fingers, or how you might feel when you stretch around his—

He hisses as hot coffee overflows from the mug and burns his hand. 

Maybe he’s not as calm and collected as he thought. 

But on top of all the other things he’s dealing with, having been so close to actually sleeping with you the other night is really fucking with his head. Even if he tells himself he wouldn't have done it, he knows himself better than that. He's too familiar with the effect you have on his judgement.

“Found it okay?” 

Spencer looks down, surprised to see the woman from earlier sitting at her desk and watching him as he quickly passes by on his way back to the conference room. Her legs are crossed. She’s wearing a pencil skirt and a flouncy sort of blouse which seems impractical for working in an FBI field office. Maybe she notices his eye catching on her figure and misguidedly swivels her chair to give him a better look. But all he’s noticing is that it doesn’t look like yours. Now he’s picturing the curve of your hip dripping in silk after that first night at Rossi’s. How your waist and your stomach feel when he slides his hands over you. This woman—she might as well not even be here for all he’s actually seeing her. 

“Yeah. Thanks again.”

Then he’s gone. Very briefly he acknowledges that he should feel sorry for so obviously brushing her off, but he doesn’t care even close to enough. He sets the coffee down on the table and rounds to the board where one of several maps is taped. On autopilot he draws lines between dump sites because one of the background tabs had deduced, while he was busy watching you like porn, that the distance between dump sites form the beginnings of the constellation Orion with some mathematical precision that’s too exacting to be coincidental. Orion’s Belt plus the most recent victim. Betelgeuse. 

There are ten formally named stars that make up Orion. He marks all of them, but circles the transposed coordinates of Bellatrix, Saiph, Rigel and Meissa as the next most likely dump sites. Most probably it will be Orion’s head. They’re all in wooded areas. He calls Garcia. Garcia will call Emily, wherever she is. If the unsub sticks to pattern, which they always do, they have until midnight. It’s trite, really. Predictable, like people always are. Far too quickly he drinks half the cup of scalding coffee and retraces his steps through the office to find the bathroom. 

It’s empty. The fluorescent lights hum. Spencer washes his hands with cold water and presses still wet fingers to his eyes. You’re waiting for him behind the black of his lids.

At first you would whine, and he would kiss you and you’d moan into his mouth and say his name when he opened you up as far as you would go. The air would be thick and warm with sex and vanilla perfume. Afterwards he’d take care of you and buy new sheets for his bed in your favorite color even if they didn’t match the walls and there would be nothing you’d want for that he couldn’t give to you ever again. 

But. 

That’s all contingent. 

No matter how often he fantasizes about it, no matter in how much detail, and regardless of how often those details change wildly, one thing always stays the same. 

The shape of your lips, swollen from kissing, bending around five or six vowels and only two consonants (it seems odd that there are only two consonants in I love you), sometimes before you start, sometimes in the middle or right at the peak—but always there, always moving in slow motion—and always silent.

In real life, they’d be aloud. It’s why his fantasies aren’t good enough. It’s why he can’t stop fantasizing about it. That’s the only part that really matters to him. The rest varies. 

Not because having sex with you doesn’t matter—it matters so much he almost shatters his molars whenever he starts picturing it around other people. But because Spencer can’t have sex with you until you love him. 

And he worries that you can’t love him until you have sex with him. 

The last time he thought that about a person, it didn’t turn out well.

Maybe there is some magic number. Some amount of times you need to have sex with someone before they’ll love you back. 

If there is, he knows for a fact it’s more than 32.

And he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he cannot have loveless sex with you thirty three times while he waits to find out. 

Not again. 

But he's going to hold out as long as he possibly can until you say it because he so badly wants you to love him back. He'll let the weight of every ignored text, every reminder that you don't feel that way about him, hang from his shoulders until he collapses. And then he'll probably try to get back up.

Recycled paper towels scratch against his skin. He dries his face and hands and throws them crumpled into the trash can. 

Outside the restroom, he pulls out his phone. For safety reasons and paranoia disguised as professionalism, you’re not his lock screen. It’s a photo of the Andromeda Galaxy. Whatever distance lies between you and Spencer, it could always be greater. No matter where you are in the world, you will always be the same 2.537 million light years away from Andromeda that he is. 

It makes Orion feel much closer. You, too. 

He sends you a text—the third message in a row. 

The distance between blue bubbles feels like light years. 

I’ll be home tomorrow. I miss you. 

[ineffabildaddy]

Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

thank you to my favourite blogs for Existing Throughout 2023 (some of whom i know i can call friends, and the rest of whom i'd like to call friends in the future!!!) @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @ineffableigh @celestialcrowley @queer-reader-07 @crowleyraejepsens @teddybearbutchh @crowleyholmes @ineffable-rohese @createserenity @quoththemaiden @procrastiel @sentientsky @genderqueer-hippie @beelzzzebub @lineffability @fellshish @greenthena @brainwormcity @opscuritas @tangerine-ginger @iammyownproblematicfave @crikey01 @crawley-fell @vroomvroomwee @bildads-shoes @shoemakerobstetrician @romansmartini @wraithee

i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

a discussion idea! (long post)

my husband and i were chatting last night while cleaning up dinner; he pitched a fun idea that could be a great topic of discussion in the simblr community. maybe this should be a SQotD submission - IDK but: he asked how i feel about sims 2 expansion packs now compared to when they came out. initially, i said "yeh idk, i guess the same?" and that was that.

i put a more thought towards his question and realized, i do feel a bit differently about some of the EPs now compared to when they came out - all under the cut!

university: i was SO SO excited about it bc i didnt go away to college like my friends did so it was a way to vicariously-ish get the experience and a bonus was zombies! now tho? yea i still enjoy it even tho the dormies eventually start pissing me off bc theyre just so damn dumb lmao

nightlife: same level of excitement. i LOVE cities and i love vampires too. this scratched the "i need to go downtown chicago" itch when i couldnt from lack of transportation and safey being a v smol person afraid of the worst. i played all my sims in "downtown", specifically, 107 Custer Blvd. I made-over that lot dozens of times, it's seen dozens of different families and had a million different lifetimes. Nightlife still stands as my fave TS2 EP and 107 Custer - my all-time favorite lot to play.

open for business: initially, i had ZERO excitement over this pack. i personally, right out of high school basically, had NO interest in working myself (i didnt, i went to community college and got by ok w/ chore-money basically) so why the hell would i want to put my sims to work too?? i also didnt care for the music (i like it more now tho) as an Adult - i do enjoy this pack more than i ever did when i was a clueless near-20-yo. also, love the servos but i dont play w them nearly as much as i should being a bot fan and all. (i should fix that)

pets&seasons: i was pumped for these bc MORE IMMERSION AND REAL LIFE STUFF!!! also, weather and animals LOL. i still love these packs the same as i did when they initially released. just kinda wish plantsims werent annoying for me to play, i love them from afar tho! werewolves are neat but theyre also kind of a PITA to play.

bon voyage: EH i dont really go on vaca a lot myself, my sims dont either for the same reasons: money! im also still scarred from the one time i did send my sims on vaca and they got STUCK THERE!!! it broke all my shit and i had no way of fixing it bc i didnt know about MTS, MATY and etc to ask for help/guidance. RIP to that family lmao i hope theyre still having a nice time in the vaca-void theyre prob still floating around in! (note: ive never found bigfoot, some day i wish to!)

freetime: we all have hobbies right? it was all fine and good until the fire nation attacked i was being inundated with a ton of hobby spam, be it notifications, the hobby sims and the lots. it was a lot. its far more manageable now thanks to mods so i dont mind playing into hobbies. i do appreciate the return of the genie tho!

apartment life: ok, look. i thought this was super cool then but now, after living in apartments myself, i despise them and dont put my sims in them anymore either. i do love the witches tho, prob my fave aspect of this pack!

edit to add rankings: nightlife, seasons, pets, apartment life, uni, ofc, free time then bon voyage lmao

id be interested to hear/read you guys' comparison's to the different EPs we have for Sims 2 or any of the sims games tbh. id go over The Sims but i dont have all day lmao ill make a different post on that some time bc i always get in my feels over the OG.

[liesyousoldme]

sometimes i - well i don’t forget, per se, but for lack of better wording - forget that cancer is a Very Serious Topic and i’ll drop little tidbits and realize my mistake as i see the mostly shocked and sometimes horrified look on their faces and i really need to be better about it in my day to day life.

However! i will not be doing this - again, for lack of better word - censoring on my blog so if you follow me hopefully you looked at my pinned post in which i warn about this but if you didn’t here’s your warning that i talk openly and frequently about cancer because, well, when you have it it kind of takes over most aspects of your life and this is my safe space to talk about it however i want. i also want to make it clear that i am stage 4, which in my case means it is terminal, which means i will be on treatment until i die. at this point i am “stable”, as in the nodules in my lungs are being kept at bay by the chemo im on, and this is the best we can hope for at this moment. this can be a difficult concept for people to understand and accept but it is the reality i live with and if its too much it is certainly understandable if you need to unfollow me. i try my best to tag even the slightest mention for blacklisting purposes but i don’t blame anyone for needing to unfollow. keep yourself safe and curate your own tumblr experience!

i also want to express sooooo much love and gratitude to the people here who are always so supportive. i can’t overstate how much yall mean to me. and im always open to discussion and conversation about it - i don’t want anyone to have questions they feel like they can’t ask bc it feels too prying or they don’t want to burden me with it. as long as you’re caring there is no wrong way to be a friend to a person with cancer (or at least this person in particular). for instance my bestie likes to know the dirty details of my treatment bc she’s a pharmacist and understanding that aspect makes her feel better, and i have another that just feels like knowing everything that’s going on is helpful for her anxiety around the situation so she asks questions when i give her updates. i have another that wants updates on the major stuff but keeps it at that bc it’s easier for her to deal with it that way, and then i have other friends in between those extremes. even if you feel more comfortable asking on anon that’s fine. anyway, sorry to write a novel! just wanted to be clear to any newer followers i have! ❤️

[leosxrealm]

https://www.tumblr.com/leosxrealm/741425875076186112/why-do-i-feel-like-lewis-is-retiring-soon-hes?source=share

Why do u think that

honestly that just popped in my head when i first saw the rumors/announcements

and i feel like i should give some kind of warnings here - i’m fairly new to f1 (yes leo we know you’ve mentioned that 1000s of times) but i have seen bits and pieces of the f1 world here and there before. so i might be completely wrong about literally everything

moving on🗣️

i started officially following and watching f1 since last september/october, and i’ve always thought lewis looked kind of lonely?

he doesn’t have a lot of friends on the grid. he is civil with his fellow drivers but that doesn’t mean he considers them a friend (imo)

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have friends at all. he does have friends outside of f1 but due to him traveling sm, he doesn’t get to meet them often.

both his friends on the grid (seb and nico) are retired. (and other issues that i’m guessing we all know)

also the reason he doesn’t have a lot of friends might be because of his “introverted” personality (he doesn’t interact with drivers a lot or participate in conversations)

“introverted” in brackets bc it might be forced (?)

this is from an article i was reading

and it just might be because all other f1 drivers (except alonso) have met as kids at some point in their life (he doesn’t get along with alonso so he isn’t really left with a lot of options)

and i’m pretty sure these were rumors (about lewis wanting to quit after the 2021 season) but you can’t help but think if there’s a possibility they might be true

i think (this is just my opinion don’t come after me) that lewis did want to quit after 2021, we all know he ain’t a quitter so he gave f1 and mercedes another chance, but with max/red bull domination, he doesn’t see much hope for himself, of him winning another title

mercedes hasn’t been the same like it was in the 2010s neither have ferrari

makes you question why would lewis wanna go to a team that hasn’t been doing good lately, and then lewis posted on instagram with that caption “chance to fulfill another childhood dream. driving in ferrari red.”

and welp, he can only do that when he’s still on the grid

also the fact that he’s 39 and he just might think that his time’s almost over. he’s gonna be 40 in 2025 by the time he joins ferrari

“bUt aLoNsO iS sTiLL dRiViNg” he’s not alonso. seb retired in his 30s, lewis might wanna do it now

lewis has signed a multi-year contract with ferrari and i think he might stay till 2026/2027 to check out the new team (audi) and then leave

and yeah all that stuff makes me think that lewis might be leaving soon </3

racing might be the only thing lewis has known and i’ve only known racing with lewis in it. ngl, i might not be his biggest fan but i’ll miss him

also such a random and probably mean thing to say but i don’t think red is lewis’ colour. or maybe i’m just too used to seeing him in merc colours :(

side note: my inbox is open for discussion just don’t be rude :]

that’s all i have to say

“tHaTs aLL i hAvE tO sAy” proceeds to write an entire essay

[halfdeadwallfly]

🌻

heyy!!!!!!! Ok so I promised acappella (did i? .... eh) so! I'm basically gonna take this as my chance to rant about my group and my friends <3333 (if this does end up being too annoying, genuinely i'm sorry, i just get excited abt it too much and i like talking abt it l o l )

ok so BASICALLY i am in this acappella group at my school, and we have 13 different ones so some of them have different themes so my group does music from movies, tv series, video games, and musicals [AND!!!!!!! something i recently proposed----- podcasts hehehehehhee bc i have sooooooooo many podcast song suggestions for our rep] anyway there's like 18 of us and it's really fun and everyone is just so lovely and kind. (i promise i'm not gonna talk abt everybody, just the ppl i'm like closest with)

the person who's probably the closest friend i've made so far in college is also an alto, and i love her so much, she's so wonderful. she's sort of boisterous and really caring and a very good actor. she's super nice just to chill with, and at the same time it's always so much fun talking to her. once at rehearsal during an audition i was having a tic attack and she noticed what was going on and said that she could help me out if i needed it, which was so weird but nice bc most of the time when i'm having tics, ppl aren't mean exactly but they definitely don't really know what's going on. she also has an AMAZING singing voice, and she did a killer solo on I'm Still Standing our first semester there. she's just so beautiful and the kind of person that you feel comfortable around just by the way she is

when i was running for music director, there was another freshman that was running for the job as well, which was stressful but also-- really so cool, bc she's so smart and talented and experienced, and so vibrant like just as a person too. she also has a killer singing voice (ofccccc) and the most expressive, commanding performance energy. when the rest of the group was discussing who they wanted to vote for (our group in particular amongst the thirteen is infamous for discussions) we were both super nervous!! and hanging out in the hallway talking about our goals for the group, and we both have so many of the same ideas about stuff like vowels and dynamics and like general technique, it's just been so exhilerating to get to talk to her and know her! i really hope that in the next election she runs again so we can work together officially!!! she's also an artist and her art is so good :DDD

ok last person i'm gonna go in detail abt---- my co-md, who i actually did not really like when i joined the group. just sort of like did not vibe with him initially, but getting to spend more time with him i actually really do enjoy talking to him and hanging around, esp now that we're working together! it's been a stressful semester acappella-wise due to a sudden and weird resignation from our former long term md, but me and him preparing to take over now that our remaining md graduated, it's honestly just been so fun. he's so smart at music theory, and i feel like our different strengths just work really well together when we're leading. one of the things i was most stressed abt in becoming md was having to take charge, esp as an underclassman leading upperclassmen, but he's been so open to all my thoughts and suggestions, and whenever i'm feeling anxious abt getting people's attention or being too pushy, he makes sure everyone is on the same page, which i think is really nice. we had group karaoke once and we sang teenagers by mcr together lol

anyway so now i'm going into my first official semester as co-md with a killer new rep selection, with one song that i'm co arranging which is so exciting!!!!! i just really love everyone i've met in acappella and every bit of music we've put together.

[taegularities]

hey! hope you are doing well :)

just as a discussion wanted to right this

this whole ship war is so insane like the whole tk and jk thing💀 Like god relax yall these guys are friends since almost 12 years and brothers…

yes sometimes questionable things happen I think?? but because of all this nonsense the actual fans can’t even enjoy the show normally without people analysing every small thing 😭🔫Howevrr I will say this tho Jk seems diff in the show idk how the whole banter with tae just seems off idk maybe im overanalysing.

your thoughts on this?

hey hey, i hope you're doing well, too <3

yeah, i mean – my thoughts on this are that we don't know the boys personally, and that's why some people are quick to label them as a potentially secret couple. we only analyse the one hour we see each week. in my eyes, they're literally just friends that have grown extremely comfortable with each other over time. they lived at the same place for ages, have known each other for 12 years, were together day in day out. of course they'll act this way, yk?

i always say that if my best friend(s) and i starred in a tv show, the world would think of us as a romantic couple immediately lmao bc that's what close friendship is about; you start acting a certain way and become unafraid to show affection. that's what i think.

is jk different? idk. i feel like that's his true self – like 'ays?!' kind of shows how much of a brat he is, right? hahaha and idk, it seemed to me that he was even more open with tae than he usually is. i think what i like about this show is that they behave very naturally; maybe even moreso than in their previous stuff, like bon voyage. but yeah that's just what i think hahaha everybody has their own thoughts on this

[f0point5]

I'm back in your asks on this story for one more time bc it just seems fitting 🥹

I remember reading the first part of that story, not knowing where you'll go with this. And then you posted so frequently that I needed to follow the account bc you really got me hooked. You did an amazing job right up from the start and it just got better and better.

After some posts I remember putting in my first ask and for whatever reason I decided to screw it and not go anon about it. So I started my ramblings. And I kept rambling on, even through two weeks of holdidays abroad, until one day or better one night you answered back that maybe after some more champagne I might find you in my DM's sharing all the spoilers. And I answered I'm ready when you are. And there you were.

I'll forever be grateful not only for this smau and the time and love and effort you put in there to share with us, but also for all the talks we had and the late night chats and all things Max and F1 I could gossip about with you.

Thank for everything you've shared with me - I couldn't tell you how much it ment to me if I tried. Thank you for all the sleepless nights our chats gave me that I do not regret at all.

Thank you for letting all of us be a part of that long journey of y/n and Max - it was soo good and soo worth it. And thank you for chickening out - iykyk. I loved every single post of it.

I don't have many people that I can share my love for F1 with. And within the few there are, there's definitely noone as far gone for that sport and Maxy that they'd understand me.

So I really enjoyed our chats and I feel like I've found a mutual. 😂

I know this smau came to an end today. And I'm still looking forward to all the extra bits you'll share with us.

But I hope this won't be the end of everything else. Sooo my DM's will always be open. 🥹

THANK YOU for everything! 🧡

Awww this is the cutest message!

I remember when you first started the rambles and how every time I posted I’d always look forward to them the most because there’s nothing I love more than digging into characters and you were always right there with me. You picked up on so much stuff and made me think so deeply about these characters and helped the story in so many ways you don’t even know.

And the DMs were that but x1000. You were always there for me to share and discuss plot and problems and love practice updates. I don’t have anyone in real life to discuss F1 with and it has been so nice to bond with someone and discuss all the drama and the racing.

You’ve been a bigger part of this fic and this journey than you know so thank you for that! And thank you for coming to the asks to say this 🥹🥹🥹

I’m so emotional now

I don’t want it to end!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡

[sotwk]

hi!! i've kinda been going through your blog for the past few weeks and can i first say that its incredible!!! i love noodling over worldbuilding so reading all your ideas and the clear amount of thought you put into each headcanon is wonderful and very inspiring as a fellow the-woodland-realm-deserved-more-lore enthusiast haha

im fascinated by the regencies of the princes! it surprised me since ive never encountered that hc before but it makes complete logical and practical sense for a realm so large in its prime!!! i'd love to learn more about that? esp bc (at least from what i was able to find) youve only mentioned it for turhir and rly talked about arvellas's 🥺

thank you!!

Dear Anon: I love you so much! <3 I am flattered and honored and grateful you have discovered and enjoyed my Thranduil/Thranduilion content! Any interest shown in my OC Princes sends my writer's heart to the moon!

Writing my Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanon posts always take a large amount of time, research, and plotting to write. Unfortunately, they get much fewer notes compared to other "off the cuff" Thranduil metas, which kind of sucks but I've learned to make peace with it. What keeps me going is the supportive messages I receive like yours. <3

Please feel free to take whatever you might find useful from my headcanons to inspire or write into your own fics. (This applies to anyone reading this.) I have an "open source" policy on the HCs I write and don't require credit (even though a heads up would be appreciated, 'cause I'd love to see your stuff!). I just want to help fellow writers in the Tolkien fandom.

Your question about the regency of the Thranduilion princes is SUCH a great one! I actually have a WIP draft discussing the different jobs of the princes, in response to another excellent Anon ask. But your question got me so excited that literally at midnight last night I started working on an HC for that immediately. It was worth the shortened sleep, but I think I can have it completed and posted in a few hours. Since I can't tag you on it, I hope you're watching! :)

And finally...

youve only mentioned it for turhir and rly talked about arvellas's 🥺

OMG you really read through all of it, didn't you? Have I told you I love you yet?

[starscelly]

a pleasure to ask more about the flying stars, i love hearing about it! 💚 i love the imagery of them with a long list of names they are debating for their band with only slightly mild hysteria of being up too late whether on some bighuge whiteboard or on a notes app like a baby names list before throwing their hands up, throwing a (hopefully metaphorical!) dart and introducing themselves as a different name every other night and taking audience feedback (getting a crowd of twenty something people to shout out if they prefer shooting stars or seeing stars) i think its so funny that they only realize that roope and robo go absolutely wild after they start performing 😭 five injured, microphone dead, still waiting for the crowd to pass robo back to them, divine inspiration struck for their band name at a show under an overpass and they still gotta pack their gear back up! i know you mention players as staff or assistance or a friend but are there other players involved in the scene? could be performing, could be a fan!

DEEPLY SORRY I LEFT THIS IN MY INBOX FOR SOO LONG.... forgive me. i love discussing the boys i just take forever to ruminate on my thoughts for them <3 i hope the long ass answer makes up for it omg

and oh yes at one point when theyre still figuring out the name they for Sure just start running a bit before shows "WE'RE THE [mumble unintelligible grumbling] STARS!" "hope you're excited to see the [WET COUGH] stars!" "... and with our dearest otter on the drums, WE are YOUR [loud clanging and banging from drumset] STARS!"

also hello "still waiting for the crowd to pass robo back to them" is so funny and so true. he's lost a shoe and ty is trying to drag him back to the stage but somebody has like a death grip on him and onstage otter and roope are frantically looking for something to write the name down with before they forget (miro wrote it in his notes app like the second one of them said it but he's staying quiet about it)

AND YES SO. delly harls are strictly Helping Out. delly by virtue of being otter's best friend/roommate BUT harls was like Into the punk scene!!! and really liked their sound (definitely NOTHING to do with any looks........) and befriended del who introduced him to the band etc etc so he was a fan turned roadie!

and wyatt DOES help run their merch table but he is ALSO a guitarist and singer . his stuff leans a little more like. indie rock than Heavier Punk like the flying stars play but he's a Friend of the Band (dating delly and always at his and otter's apartment because he's renting a room in Normal Dude joe pavelski's family home and is NOT bringing his boyfriend back there) and to seem more Professional they just have him perform as an opener ! because he is very good! though he honestly just ends up playing acoustic covers of popular punk/emo songs half the time the crowds are very endeared by his boyish swag.

i have ALSOOO played with the idea of him eventually Gaining Bandmates. which would probably end up being stank mav and nils! but i just havent fully decided their like. Instruments. i think one of them on keyboard would be kinda fun but grain of salt lol. i also want lian in here somewhere but i need him to get nhl time/more ahl time before i can flesh out those vibes.

AND I DONT THINK I EVER TALKED ABOUT THIS IM JUST REALIZING???? BUT MENTOR BAND!!!! disbanded mentor band but well. they all were fans of [insert tbd band name here actually maybe this is why i never talked about it] who were like. kinda on the cusp of fame? like were probably one album away from Making It before everything kinda crashed down. and it consisted of segs (vocals), klinger (guitar), esa (bass), bish (drums). their breakup was kinda messy and somewhat rooted in like. the very anti sellout culture of punk. to summarize it with like Minimal Detail (bc i would love to make a whole Thing abt it lowkey):

klinger out of nowhere is like. i have to go. there's better opportunities for me in california i know it (which was a Fucking Lie there was Drama with their manager but he didnt know how to or really want to articulate it and just wanted to get far away and his best offer was coming from california) which obviously everyone in the band IMMEDIATELY jumped on him like. what the fuck youre such a sellout we started this band as friends and youre leaving us for better opportunities?? in fucking california?? they were also all already like. on edge and stressed from the level of fame they were starting to get. so it was messy. and then him and esa had a messy breakup ofc. they're all cordial now but it lead to the immediate disbanding of the. band. because esa and tyler wanted to bring in other guitarists but bish refused to play with randos he wanted to play with his FRIENDS and it just. never worked out. so now esa tyler bish (and sometimes klinger when hes in town but . he tries to avoid being in town) spend their days working relatively normal ass jobs and going to flying stars shows and being like Don’t Be Us Don’t Go Sell Out Don’t Run From Feelings. and you know their asses are Listening to that Advice.

^ somehow that was the abbreviated version just trust me

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 5/7

What am I feeling today?

I’m doing better today than I was yesterday. I got up earlier and I have an actual plan and activities for today which I know I really needed. Just a little anxious getting things together and meetings for my new job today but also excited and grateful for the opportunity! Last night was a little worrisome with my cat bc I had to take her to the ER but she’s on meds now and hopefully she’ll recover swiftly. Overall, I’m feeling hopeful for what the day brings.

Romans 9 NIV

(v. 7-8) “Nor because they are his descendants are they all Abraham’s children. On the contrary, “It is through Isaac that your offspring will be reckoned.” In other words, it is not the children by physical descent who are God’s children, but it is the children of the promise who are regarded as Abraham’s offspring.”

basically, you don’t have to directly descend from Abraham to be considered a child of God :)

(v. 14-15) “What then shall we say? Is God unjust? Not at all! For he says to Moses, “I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion.””

I do have mixed feelings about this and I’ll discuss it further with someone who knows the Bible better than me but overall it is shown that God does have mercy and compassion on us.

(v. 16) “It does not, therefore, depend on human desire or effort, but on God’s mercy.”

This is something I struggled with early on and I know some others feel this way as well, that they’re trying or have this desire to be close to God but can’t quite get there. For those people, I highly encourage you to seek the kingdom - go to church, ask someone to study the Bible with you, fellowship with believers, be open and submissive to what they have to teach you <3

(v. 18) “Therefore God has mercy on whom he wants to have mercy, and he hardens whom he wants to harden.”

This again is something I’d like to discuss because it has always come across as unfair to me, but then again, what do I know🤷🏻‍♀️

(v. 19-21) “One of you will say to me: “Then why does God still blame us? For who is able to resist his will?” But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’ ” Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?”

I understand the analogy He is trying to make here but also the comparison of clay to a human life doesn’t again seem fair. Although, God is our creator and has the right to have us fulfill whatever plan He has planned.

(v. 32-33) “Why not? Because they pursued it not by faith but as if it were by works. They stumbled over the stumbling stone. As it is written: “See, I lay in Zion a stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall, and the one who believes in him will never be put to shame.””

This just reminds me of Luke 17 - my main urge from this is of course we will encounter stuff in our daily lives that will cause us to stumble and some of them are tests, but so long as we remain firm in our relationship with Christ, there will be no shame and we’ll have the ability to resist.

[camilbarnessss]

¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 5 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Haelena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

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Warnings: constant swearing, a lot of flirt, sexual touching, family drama, abortion/anticonceptive, breasts praising, lies and secrets bc that is what we all like, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

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-I have been feeling...sort of dizzy, this morrow-

Rhaenyra's unique voice speaks in a tired sigh, playing with her fingers. At her side, her dear husband was seated with a cup of tea, sipping from it briefly.

-Dizzy, you say?-. Daemon speaks with his eyes narrowed, curious.

Their manes were being blown by the fresh air of the morrow, for they were seated on the balcony of their shared chamber of The Red Keep, breaking their fast together with tranquility.

-Yes...-Rhaenyra nodds, slowly placing a hand on her belly, beginning to smile a little. Daemon's eyebrows went up, seeing that move-. A dizziness I have felt three times on my live-, she nervously laughs, thinking about her beloved Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey.

The Rogue Prince stared at her, abruptly amazed, feeling how his heart stopped when recognizing that emotion of getting hopes on the expectancy on a child of his.

-I will search for the Maester, as soon as we finish-. He instantly said in a nod, not hiding his hurry.

His wife laughed happily and nervous, curving her eyebrows. Daemon looked at her with a pressed tiny smile, having a special shine on his purple eyes.

Every feeling of joy of them was interrupted when hearing the door suddenly opening. They turned their heads there instantly, failing their smiles when seeing who was entering the room.

-Queen Alicent!-, announced Ser Criston in a loud tone as he entered with her.

-We can see her-, hissed Daemon under his breath. Nyra looked outside of the balcony, rolling her eyes briefly.

-Rhaenyra, Daemon-. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, all dressed in green, smiled shortly while heading towards them-. Good morrow-, she smiles.

-Good morrow, your grace-. Rhaenyra forces herself to smile too, getting her hand away from her belly.

-In Dragonstone, we are used to knocking on the doors before entering a chamber-. Daemon speaks with his lips furrowed and moving two fingers tiredly, not pretending any kindness-. Things do change quickly in your realm-, he scoffed.

-I am sure the Queen has many matters to attend on this morning, my love-. Nyra looked at him with a tiny smirk, raising her brows-. While my father is in bed...resting...-she sighs, looking back at the Hightower with certain inconformity.

-Mmhmm-, Daemon simply emits, scratching his chin.

Alicent kept her frozen smile on her lips, nodding as she crossed her hands over her belly.

-I apologize my hurry, my prince-. She mumbles, barely being heard, and speaking again in a second-. Please forgive me, for interrupting your breakfast, but I could not hold myself, and wanted to give you immediately the notice of a dear invitation-, she talks calmly.

-What invitation would that be?-, Rhaenyra asks with a small smile, pleading on the inside that such invitation did not extended their staying in the capital. Daemon prayed for the same, and he never prays.

-The King and I would love to have all of our families gathered on tomorrow's night-. The Queen says while moving her hands delicately, smiling at every second-. It will be your last night in here before returning back to your beloved home, so it is more than appropiate to commemorate your staying with a fine supper-, she speaks softly.

Daemon sipped his tea, reactionless. Rhaenyra smiled, holding a sigh with all of her forces. She began to nodd, thinking that a family dinner is better than spending another day in the cold castle that, once, long ago, was her home.

-It will be our honor, to attend-. The princess nodded, and so did the Queen, who was also retaining some sighs-. Our daughters and sons, will be thrilled at the invitation-, she smiled.

-As well as mine-, Alicent giggled.

Both women lied.

-Hehehe-, Daemon laughed on his cup, burlesque.

-Wonderful!-. The redhead gave a low clap, and a step back-. My husband will be joyfull at your response, which I will give him right away-. She smiled, turning around with sofness-. Keep enjoying your meal-, she wished.

-We will try-, Daemon scoffed.

-We thank you!-, Nyra said.

Ser Criston outed the room first than his Queen, closing the door when she nodded at him silently. And then, the both of them abandoned the chamber.

The wed couple stared at each other again, not hiding their discomfort at the invitation. Not a word could be spoken, as the door was now knocked.

-Fuck!-. Daemon looked at there annoyed.

-Come!-, Rhaenyra allows.

The doors opens, and to the room enters Ser Erryk, wearing his knightly armour. The Targaryens sighed calmly, not too disturbed at the presence of this one.

-Good morrow, princess, my prince-. He politely nodds to both of them. Daemon responded with a humm.

-Morrow, Ser Erryk, good to see you well-. Rhaenyra greets, kind.

-The feeling is mutual, my princess-. The knight says, flattered for not being confused with his twin brother-. I come with words from the princess Rhaenys, who is out riding Meleys, at the moment-, he informed.

-Oh, what does my aunt sends?-. She asks curiously.

-To remind you that, before the evening of today falls, her Targaryens granddaughters and her Velaryons grandsons will be taking tea with her, on the east garden of the castle-, the knight said with neutrality-. She leaves today to her lands, Driftmark, and wishes to have a last meal with them-

Daemon smiled a little, looking at his wife, who smiled too with trueness, happy, for the princess was really lovely devoted to all of their children, excluding none of them.

-If you are so nice, Ser Erryk, please tell my aunt that the kids will be happily attending her at that time-. The princess confirmed in a dear tone.

-She will be telled immediately-. The knight nodded, smiling briefly-. Princess, prince-. He made a courtesy.

-You may go-, Rhaenyra said as they both nodded.

-Wait!-. Daemon called-. Ehh, Ser Erryk. If you may, do us the favor of already wakening the children-. He asked for, moving a hand-. They have had enough sleep-, he said.

-Indeed they have-, his wife laughed-. Do not trouble yourself much, Ser. Wake Jacaerys and tell him that his mother orders him to wake his siblings-, she said in a beautiful smile.

-Right away, my princes-. Erryk smiled, turning around and outing the room with firm steps.

While the couple kept on going with ther breaking of fast, the knight then headed to prince Jacaery's chambers, soon arriving in front of his door with a straight posture.

He raised a fist, knocking a few times.

-Prince Jacaerys!-, he calls.

Jace's snoring was interrumpted immediately. The brown-haired opened his tired eyes with a confused gace, sillied by his sudden awakening.

-Good morrow-, he murmurs sleepy, as if he was not alone.

-Prince Jacaerys, it is time to wake up!-. Then, he heard Ser Arryk's voice from outside of the chamber. The prinche shake his head, instantly getting up of his bead and heading to the door.

-Good morrow, good morrow Ser...-. He quickly greets, opening with a big smile, still having sleep all over his face-...Arryk?-, he doubts.

-Erryk, if you please-. The twin brother corrected.

-Erryk, yes! Come on Jace-. Jace whispered to himself, rolling his eyes-. I apologize. Good morrow, Ser Erryk-, he smiled.

-Morrow, my prince-. The knight nodded-. I come with instructions of your lady mother-. He says, and Jace raises his brows, interested-. She wishes for you to wake all of your siblings already-, he then said, as it was ordered.

-Oh...-Jace starts to nod-. At once, of course, I shall have them wake-, he murmurs with disposition-. Thank you, Ser, you may go-. He said kindly.

The knight nodded, and turned around to calmly go away in the hall. Jace closed his door in a sigh, heading himself to instantly have a bath and get dressed.

When he passed in front of the balcony, he could not help himself but snort a little. The view of the capital was not warm for him. He wanted to stare at the beach when waking up, as he always do in Dragonstone since he moved there.

And so, when the prince was ready, he went outside to the halls, on his way to wake his siblings.

First, he woke Rhaena.

-Good morrow-. She smiled sleepy, but gentle.

Secondly, Joffrey.

-I do not want to wake!-. He squeakened while his older brother knocked the door insistedly.

Thirdly, Luke.

He just stood, fully asleep, in front of Jace, who stared at him confused.

Fourth, Baela.

-Ah, gods be good...-she sighed opening her door-. Are we leaving yet?-, she asked.

-No-, Jace sighed-. And good morrow to you too-, he laughed a little softly. The princess quickly smiled, flatterly ashamed.

-Morrow, Jace-. She cutely giggled.

And, lastly, he went for Daera.

-Daeraaa!-, Jace sang while knocking the door softly, having no response-. Daera, we ought to go breakfast!-, he says.

But, as everyone does, he knows how deep the princess sleeps. Jacaerys sighs opening the door, covering his eyes with one hand, in case she was not presentable for him to see.

-Daera-. He names while entering the room, staring just at the floor-. Come on, sister, wake already up, it is hour!-. Jace scoffed in a little laugh. All he heard was silence, so he sighed, taking his hand off his sight-. Daera, we must go to-

The prince shuted himself up, going quiet when encountering with the empty bed of the princess. It was made, like she did not sleep on it, or as if she already woke up. That confused him hugely, furrowing his brows while looking around.

-Daera?-. He walks cautiously to the washroom, but it was empty too.

-To breakfast then!-, a happy Luke enters the room, already bath and dressed-. Where is Daera?-, he smiles curiously, looking around.

-...Not here-, Jace answered shrugging. His brother grew foxed too, tilting his head.

Daemon have had gone for the Maester. Rhaenyra, now alone in her room, turned her head, once again, when the door of the chamber is opened noticedless. She did not complain, at all, for she instantly saw it was the children.

-Oh well, good morrow to you all-. Their mother smiled at each of them, soon noticing the absence of one of the girls.

-Good morrow-, Baela nods with a quick smile, having Joffrey's hand in one of hers.

The princess narrowed her eyes, staring at them. They were nervous, it was palpable.

-What?-, she asks, serious.

-Daera is not in her quarters-. Rhaena answered at the second, worried. Nyra furrowed her eyebrows, instantly-. And we have not seen her since she went away yesterday-, she remembers.

-Riding Kalistrox-, noted Luke, ansied.

Rhaenyra sighed tiredly, standing up from her chair in an instant, pretending to not be dizzy.

And, a little while later, Daemon was now entering the Dragonpit with his fists a little tightened at his sides, walking firmly.

-Oy!-, he shouts to one of the dragonkeepers, who was just about feeding a goat to the beautiful Sunfyre.

-Prince Daemon-, the woman greet him politely.

-Skori gōntan se prince Daera arrived hen zȳhon sōvegon? [ When did princess Daera arrived from her flight? ]-. He asks immediately, coldly serious.

The dragonkeeper raised her eyebrows softly, turning around to face him fully with a tired sigh.

-Se prince emagon daor māzigon [ The princess has not arrived yet ]-, she then answered, crossing her hands behind her back.

At that moment, Daemon's eyes turned red, thinking about every posibilitie in his head of his daughter whereabouts, remembering that the last time he saw her, she was wearing that filthy belt of a man.

The woman narrowed her eyes when seeing how the prince breathed angrily, closing his eyes really hard.

-Where. the fuck. is Daera?!-. He shouted loudly and madly, making the other dragonkeepers turn to him with surprise.

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The sea breeze was kind, as well as the wind above in the sky, which moved small clouds slowly, sometimes covering the sun, which was still rising for the first time in the day.

Vhagar was snoring lowly, having her little eyes closed with tranquility. A steps from her, Kalistrox golden body lyed too in the floor, using the sand as his warm bed, sleeping profoundly, and calmed.

They, however, are not the only ones asleep in the sand.

The One-Eyed Prince's hands were softly placed above some brown buttcheeks, covering them from the breeze as the owner of them was slowly breathing, on the top of him, hugged to his chest. Efectively, Daera was calmly sleeping above Aemond's body, who was also very deep in his sleep, not having a rooster to wake him up this morning.

Their differents skins now have something in common, an that was sand on all over them, as well as dry drops of water, sweat, and probably saliva too, belonging to all of the heated licks they shared last night's full moon.

Prince and princess both were breathing silently, filled with eternal peace, being cooed by the low heartbeating of the other, those very ones that beated together the whole night and early morning, pressed against each other. Their hairs were a disaster, but their faces were the ones of unconcern and ease.

On a certain moment, Kalistrox moved a little on his place, accommodating himself, sleepy while letting out a slight sharp squeak, placing his head better in the sand.

It was due to that sound and move that the princess slowly began to wake, feeling her dragon close. She breathed through her nose, letting a lot of air out while startening to opening her tired eyes, patiently. Quickly, she became aware of the warm skin below her naked body, soon realizing that it was, in fact, another naked body.

She instantly looked up, feeling a harsh pain on her neck, but the pain went to the background for her, who felt how her breath leave her when seeing a face from up close. Her eyes shined, throwing away the sleepness, when she saw Aemond still sleeping, just a few centimeters away.

-Oh...-she whispered, amazed, remembering fastly everything that happened last night. Not only last night, but since she left The Red Keep on dragonback.

Daera felt her heart warming itself at the thoughts. And it felt godlike. At the moment, she was looking at Aemond's face as she never had done before on her whole life. There is this new perspective, this new feeling, this new emotion. She did not think of anything of the past when seeing his face, she did not felt annoyed or disturbed, she did not want to get as away from him as possible. She...she just felt so simply good.

So she raised one of her hands, placing it on his disheveled mane, and starting to caress it. The princess rapidly began to smile when hearing him humming sleepy at her touching.

He started feeling the hand of a goddess.

-Aemond...-. She called, and he swore then that this was also the voice of some divine being.

With pause, Aemond opened his single eye. By doing this, the seven gods blessed him with the sight of a silver-haired mermaid smiling to him with the beach waving behind her, and two sleeping dragons. The prince sighed deeply, locking his gace with her as he began to silly smile, in disbelief.

-The breakfast is ready-. She says-. We have sand, and...-she opened her eyes big, shaking her head-. And sand, that is it-, the princess joked.

-I was, at the least, expecting for some fish-. He murmured, and she trembled when hearing his morning hoarse voice-. Hmm, though it seems I will have to settle myself with some beach dirt-, he jokes back, giving a funny blink.

Daera did not hold a laugh, making all of her teeth shine. Aemond smirked lightly, giving himself time to still understand that this was really happening. They were naked and hugged on his deserted island.

-Even though I root for the sand, I am afraid our meal will have to wait-. She says in a sigh, looking up to the sky while curving her eyebrows a little-. It is morning-. She fears.

-Hmm, giving the sun, and the lost moon, I do agree, it is morning-. He conffirmed on a nod, smiling towards her tauntly.

-Ah, you get all funny after having your cock on someone's mouth, who would have said?-. She snorts, and the prince opened his eye big with a pressed smile, feeling his cheeks burn-...I like you when you are funny-, she murmurs flirty.

-Then I will have to get my cock on someone's mouth a little more often-, he murmured back. The princess smiled widely, letting air out. He stared at her with a dear awesomess-. Daera-, he named in a sigh, suddenly turning around after holding her waist with one hand.

Her back lyed against her throwed dress, which was covered of sand, and she looked up to him with her lips bited in a smile. Holding his weight on an elbow, Aemond sighed while looking her with a tender gace. He use this perspective to have a whole glance at her body, ignoring the pain on his back and neck and seeing her bare breasts and womanhood, all covered in dry sand. He wanted to take it all away with his tongue.

Daera breathed heavily, placing her hands on his arms as she too stared him whole, admiring his clenched abdominals and his manhood, which was caressing a side of her thigh. She gulped, forgetting for an instant she was worried about the present morning.

-You did me so great last night, my prince-. She whispers while stroking his shoulders with softness. Aemond licked his lips, staring at hers-. I did forget my name, for a second-. She jokes.

-Did you now?-, he laughs groundly, closening his face to hers-. I want to do it all again, to you-. Her ear shakes when he talked right to it-. Can I?-, he asks for.

-Can you what?-. She asked, understanding, but wanting to hear it loud and clear.

-Can I fuck you, again?-. Aemond whispered, beginning to place soft kisses on her neck. Daera trembled while forming a smile, taking his head and uppering hers to give him more access-. Can I make you mine, one more time, now in the water?-, he pleads.

-Aemond-, she moaned surprised. She pulled a little, trying to get him away, but his tongue outing to meet her jaw made her weak in a second-. Aemond...-she names in a low whisper.

-Daera-, he named. He loved to say her name reasonless, and she loved to hear it reasonfulled.

-I am afraid we will have to enjoy little of ourselves at the moment, cousin-. She said as firm as she could. That made him get slightly away, looking at her eyes-. Look at me, while you still are able to. As soon as she gets to the Red Keep, your Valyrian Goddess, will be slaughtered-, she sentenced.

-Daera, no-. He snorted with reproachment at the literal picture on his mind. She laughed a little, bitting one of her thumbs-. What is it that troubles you?-, he asked.

-You see, I happened to left the castle in a rush, and did not come back for the whole of the day. Now, in this beautiful morning, I am even later to the compression of my family-, she sighed heavily, closing her eyes. He started to look worried too-. Meaning, I am in a big of a problem-. Daera smiled.

-Why do you smile?-, he mumbles.

-Because I do not regret my insolence-, she shrugged in a smirk. He copied her, pressing his lips funnily.

-...You have to go back, then-. Aemond said, hiding his disappointment.

-I fear that I do-, she sighed. They stared at each other with some amusement, smiling-. Alright alright, no more time to loose!-. She shake her head in a hurry, breaking the bubble.

-At once, at once-. He also nods, fastly, getting quickly up and away from her. At the instant he let a hurted groan out, holding his back-. Oh seven hells!-, he swore surprised.

-I am no better-, she grunted sitting slowly, feeling how bad her neck and back pained-. Not so much of a dream now, oy?-. She smiled hurted, raising her hands.

Aemond took and pulled them softly, helping her to stand. Both of them sighed tiredly, feeling how their bodies acked. Daera picked her dress and underwear in a hurry, while the prince shook the sand on his arms, not holding himself to glance at her ass.

-Very well, what is your plan?-. He asked.

-Ahh, plan?-. She scrunched her nose while jumping inside of her clothes, quickly-. To arrive and get killed. Am I letting something off my mind?-, she shrugged confused. Aeemond's throat laughed.

-I will assist you-, he said, suddenly heading quickly to one of the hills, the one where his coffer was.

Daera grunted, putting her boots quickly, shaking a lot of sand of herself with every move. Meanwhile, from the shore, Kalistrox began to wake up fully with a big yawn and a loud squeak, shaking his long neck and wings covered in sand. Soon, Aemond returned, now carrying a black long coat with a hood, and a green apple. Seeing him getting closer, she glanced at his bouncing member.

-See, Daera, put this one on when you are entering the castle, if is for no one to see you that you want-. He said while holding it to her, under her strong gace-. This, eat it in the way. You only drank wine since you arrived, must be quite hungry-. He placed the fruit above the coat-. I am afraid I do not have something to offer to Kalistrox-, he mumbled, looking behind her.

The dragon roared, dissappointed from his place.

-I thank you for your help, cousin, it is truly appreciated-. She nodds with a sided smile-. But if you really want me to part from here, I will need this one to be quiet-, she whispered, pointing down.

Aemond pressed a smile, walking backwards and reaching quickly for his pants. Daera followed him with her eyes, smiling, at the same time she placed the apple on her mouth, and began to put on the coat with certain rush. Seconds later, he was now dressed from the waist to down, approaching again while all of his long hair interfered on his sight.

-You are ready to go, then-. He sighed, seeing how wrinkled her dress was. Well, how could it not? They fucked and slept above of it.

-I am-, she nodds, looking ashance at Kalistrox, who was now fully awaked, and ready to go. Aemond stared at him with his brows curved, and then back at her.

-Perhaps there is a way you can make sure of not being seen when arriving-. He said, gaining all of her attention-. I tend to leave Vhagar on Blackwater's Bay, for she does not fit the pit, so no dragonkeepers know when I leave or when I arrive-, he talked in a soft voice, always looking at her eyes-. Land Kalistrox in there, and you walk south for a couple of minutes, there you will reach a safe path to the castle, to a backdoor of its. There is rarely someone in there-, he says.

Daera nodded with a surprised gratitude, chewing the apple on her mouth.

-With the coat on, and being fast enough, you will safely sneak to your chambers-. Aemond murmurs with a sided nodd-. Do you think you can do it?-, he asks, starting to smile.

-I know I can do it-, she corrected, widening his smirk-. Thank you, Aemond-. She sighed with a honest smile, one he admires silently. Daera blinked slowly, seeing how his hair moved crazily due to the wind-. I...I have to ask one last thing, from you, I fear-. She whispers, directing her hands to his mane.

-Any thing-, he whispers, feeling how she began to comb his hair to the sides.

-When I am alone, have a moon tea delivered to my quarter, please-. She says calmly.

-Why?-. Aemond asks, too distracted on the feeling of her hands moving on his head so softly. He saw how she laughed a little.

-I do not desire for a child yet, cousin-. She funnily whispers. Aemond blinks, now fully understanding what she asked for-. I already have five to take care of-, she jokes, thinking of her siblings.

-Hmm-, he smiles down at her. He suddenly wanted to caress her cheeks, so he did, placing both hands on her face, which made her smile tinyly while still working on his hair-. I shall have the tea for you then, indeed-. He nodded in a whisper.

-I thank you-, she murmured, getting her hands off his head-. Better?-, she asked.

Aemond blinked with a smile, now wearing two thin braids on the sides of his head, surrounding it as a crown and making the rest of his long hair to stay in place, not bothered by the wind anymore. The prince bited his cheeks, staring at her warmly.

This was the woman's touch every man he knows dreams about, he realized.

-I thank you-, he whispered. Daera smiled with softness, accommodating the hood on her head-. Arrive well, princess-. He wished for, giving a last care on her cheeks before getting his hands off.

-You too, in your time-. She said, smiling.

Soon, she turned around, making him see how she escalated Kalistrox's wing easily, reaching her saddle in a sigh. Aemond took some steps back, furrowing a smile while looking at her. He saw how the princess looked around with a sigh, almost as she was saying goodbye to the land.

-This is not your last time in here...Daera-, he spoke amused and tender, crossing his hands behind his back.

She blinked, beginning to smile at him with true excitement, an emotion that he responded while licking his lips. Daera laughed, palming Kalistrox's back three times.

-Sōves, Kalistrox [ Fly, Kalistrox]-. She ordered in a clean laugh, staring at the sleeping Vhagar for one more time.

Then, Aemond found himself raising his head to see how The Golden Ray took off the land with a strong flapping, kicking the air as he quickly raised himself in this, carrying his dear rider with him. The One-Eyed Prince sighed with an amazed smile, seeing how her silver mane disappeared from a moment to another into the clouds.

Aemond closed his eye in a peaceful expression, curving his eyebrows as he soon began to chuckle, all alone, reliving every moment of the past day in his mind, making him to smile even wilder with every passing second.

He gave a victorious clap along a high giggle that resonated in all over the island.

And Daera was laughing even louder than him when Kalistrox crossed the clouds with a fast flapping. She, with all of the hood and her hair flying in the wind, and the apple on one hand, stared all around the sky while laughing happily, feeling insanely whole and free at this moment.

She screamed, joyfull and excited, to the clouds and the sun, jumping a little on her saddle. Kalistrox joined her in a big roar, happy for his rider's happiness.

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And, so, Aemond and Daera's master plan was executated.

When the dragon arrived to King's Landing, his rider directed him to The Blackwater Bay, heading to the most deserted point she could see. Kalistrox landed in there, noticing how the sand in here was dirty and not shiny, like the one back on the island he turned to liked so much.

-Shh, shh, my boy-. Daera softly shushed while walking down his wing, at the sime time she pet it-. Enjoy some time here, yes?-. She whispered, facing him. The dragon groaned tenderly at her-. I know you hate Dragonpit, anyways-, she laughed a little, placing back the hood over her silver hair.

The first step was completed. Contently, Kalistrox stayed on the beach, away from anyone's sights. He probably soon will be having the company of Vhagar.

Daera headed south, walking fastly and firmly, looking around constantly in the search of some unwanted follower, but there was no one, gladly. While she walked, she remembered the talks and touches of last day.

She recalled all of Aemond's confessions and feelings, how vulnerable he let himself be towards her, just because she truly wanted to listen. She thought herself that it was impossible that was the first time someone wanted to listen to him, but giving his initial untrust and coldness, it would not surprise her that much, if she is being honest. He was so defensive of him, until being sure that she ment no true harm.

At this moment, she couldn't not ask herself: what have they done to this boy? And why am I realizing it just now?

The backdoor of The Red Keep appeared in front of her eyes, which shined. And now with the second step completed, there was only left the third and last one. Going to her chambers.

She sighed, stepping in with no longer awaiting.

Daera ran a couple of stairs up. She hugged to herself at every second. She waited seconds before entering a hall, making sure there was nobody there. She avoided ladies and lords by turning around or pretending to be cleaning something. Oh gods, the coat and hood did wonders.

Sooner than expected, she victoriously arrived to her chambers, without having encountered with any of her family members. This is definitely a huge win!

Daera turned around at the instant she closed the door, placing one hand on it with a relieved sigh, taking the hood off with her other one. She formed a smile, shaking her head.

-I knew I could-, she whispered, proud of herself-. Oh, I want to pee so hard-, she sighed.

-Little miss-, a burlesque voice was heard behind her.

-AH!-. Daera jumped turning around instantly, scared.

She found princess Rhaenys, her grandmother, calmly seated in one of the chairs of the room. Quite comfortable, and with arms crossed, she looked at her granddaughter with a frozen closed smile.

-Fuck-, the younger squeaked in disbelief.

-Pardon?-, Rhaenys tilted her head.

-Gra-grandma!-, she suddenly smiles, pretending to be surprised. The older one just blinks, looking serious at her-. Good morrow-, she laughs.

-I have just arrived from a fly with Meleys, just to hear that your family is looking for you, for they could not found you-. She calmly talks, looking at her stopless-. I came directly to here, where you are expected to be first than me, but I see you arriving now...like this-, she looked her from up and down.

Daera blinks.

-Ha-, she lets a funny laugh out-. I was...just...-she shakes her head, pretending desinterest. Think, Daera, think!

-Whose is that coat?-, Rhaenys asks.

-Mine-, she instantly said, thanking the gods the clothe was not fucking green.

-And were where you?-. Her grandmother crosses her hands over her belly, expecting a fair answer.

Daera tightened the pressure on her lips, looking at her truly nervous. If she could not pretend in front of someone, is her grandma, who had that same look her mother used to, when questioning her.

She gave her something very far from a fair answer.

-Oh grandma please, please help me, pleaaaase!-. Daera suddenly falls on her knees, crawling to the woman.

-Daera, gods be good! What did you do?!-. Rhaenys instantly explodes in fury, abandoning the chair and also kneeling on the floor while she approached.

-Nothing, nothing!-. She instantly denies, gaining a harsh look of warning-. Nothing bad!-, she clarified.

-So where were you, huh?!-. Her grandma points at her with reproachment.

-I- I will tell you, I will, I promise!-. She quickly nodds, still pleading on her knees. Rhaenys sighs stressed, passing a hand on her forehead-. I just...I went to have some fun-, she excuses.

-Ohhh, that kind of fun you and your mother define-, she grunts menacing, knowing their meaning of "fun".

-Safe fun, I swear! I know you understand me, grandma! Grandisre told me some stories of your youth I still have not forgotten-, Daera smiles agitated, with her brows raised.

Rhaenys sighed, ashamed, shaking her head at the thought of her husband, who even lost, was finding his way to soften her heart.

-Safe fun, I promise you...-Daera hold her grandma's hand, who looked at her, worried and reproachful-. But I do know Father and Rhaenyra will not understand it, and it is just that...this castle is so fucking boring-, she sighs tiredly.

-Daera-, she named in a scoff. Her granddaughter smiled sadly, caressing her hands on hers-. Oh-, she looks away in a snort.

-Please grandma, help me-. She spoke lowly and pleading, having her softened eyes locked on hers-. It was just a little innocent fun...-she whispered.

Rhaenys gulped, staring back at her with her lips furrowed in a bemused tiny smile, beginning to shake her head slowly.

-The gods help you, my child, you are identical to your mother, long may she rest-. She sighed softly, placing one of her hands in her cheek. Daera began to smile, thankful-. Bloody hells-, she grunts giving her a soft palm in the face.

-Ow!-, she laughed with pain.

-Now go and wash yourself, Daera, quickly!-. Rhaenys claps insistedly, and her granddaughter stood up fastly-. You smell like something I do not want to name-, she shivered with disgust.

Daera loudly chuckled while running to the washroom under the amused and tired look of her grandma.

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Daera bathed and dressed herself properly. She outed from the washroom with a light sigh, crossin eyes with her grandmother, who was now seated on a side of the bed, facing the door.

-You look clean...-Rhaenys smiled softly, handing a hand to her.

-Thanks for helping me with my mane-, the graddaughter smiled, walking to hold dearly that hand of hers.

Her hair now was all combed in little braids that fell in her back and shoulders, with their points touching the start of her skirt. She perfumed Aemond's coat, to take away the dragon smell, and then made sure of hiding it well under her bed, as well as his belt. While she did that, her dress was taken to the laundry room by Rhaenys, putting it in the washing water herself, so no maid asked about the sand and dirt on it. She wears, now, a plain dress of silk with the color of her house, black and red.

-You are gonna have to...-. While the older was speaking to her granddaughter, the door was heard opening.

They both made silent and turned their heads immediately. While Rhaenys was seated in bed, Daera was standing in front of her, still holding hands. They stared at the door, where Daemon, Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena walked through.

Daera opened her lips a little, staring for a few moments to both Rhaenyra's boys, remembering the story of The Pink Dread Aemond told her on the island.

Tension was felt in the air automatically. While Daemon and Rhaenyra stared at the girl with clear angriness, her siblings looked ansious and worried, too, about where she has been since yesterday's afternoon, them all wanting to know where exactly was that.

-Where have you been since yesterday's aftermorrow, Daera?-. Rhaenyra went straight to the point, crossing her hands over her belly while staring at her, serious.

Daera bited her cheeks from inside, taking air. There are specific moments, just like this one, where Rhaenyra wanted to act like she is her mother much more than she should to, and that made her dragon blood boil.

-I am becoming aware of the commotion there has been since this morning, due to the looking for me-, the princess spoke calmly-. I apologize-, she nodded.

-We did not ask for an apology. You name where you were-, snorted Nyra in disbelief, stepping front. Daera stared at her, and then at Baela and Rhaena, who seemed inconfortable too with her interrogation, like it was her place.

Lastly, she looked at Daemon, who was arms-crossed behind his wife, staring back at her with seriousness and a judgement silent. Daera narrowed her eyes at him, ignoring Rhaenyra.

-I would imagine my lord father would also like to know, yes?-. She asked with a tiny smile, one Rhaenys copied. Rhaenyra looked down to the ground, playing with her her fingers.

-Yes-, his harsh voice instantly answers. Daera fighted to not tremble, intimidated, and gave a light nodd.

-Princess Daera spent the whole night in her grandmother's chambers, on yesterday's moon-. Rhaenys suddenly talks, calm and sided smiling.

-What?-, Baela gets surprised, as well as the others, who stared at her with their brows furrowed.

-She knocked on my quarters after arriving from her flight with Kalistrox. A little pass the hour, she arrived, indeed-. Rhaenys says, giving a pinch on her granddaughter's hand, who flinched offended. Luke looked down, laughing discreetly-. But...the girl is of age already, so it was not that late-. She simply narrates, so trusted.

Daemon blinks coldly, looking at his oldest daughter with his lips pressed. Hers smiled in a ashamed smile, scratching one of her legs.

-I also apologize, because I woke quite late, and did not let you all know that I am more than well-, the princess said while nodding. Daemon and Rhaenyra stared, trying to really believe her-. Mayhaps because I slept more than well too-, she jokes.

Rhaenys giggles as well as her siblings, having believed the story with no problems, trusting in her. Rhaena rolled her eyes in a scoff, thinking that it was going to be much worse.

-Kalistrox is not in the Dragonpit-, said an unquiet Daemon, moving in his place while shrugging, trying to find a discordance on her tale.

-He is not-, nodded Daera with tranquility-. I let him flying to wherever he wanted. We all here know how much he despites the pit profoundly-, she shrugged in the very same way as his father.

-Is this all true?-, Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes pointing at the ground. Daera looked at her, pressing her lips.

-It is all, princess, why would it not be?-. Deffended Rhaenys, shaking her head-. You are gonna dizz the poor girl with this interrogation-, she scoffed, caressing her granddaughter's hand-. And you are not acussing us of hiding something, are you?-. She asked with a firm tone.

Daemon and Rhaenyra stayed silent, looking at each other briefly when they understood the true meaning of those words. Rhaenys asked that to the two persons she has always suspected formed part of her son's, Laenor, death.

Rhaenyra took a light step back, deciding that the wisest decision was to close the matter in here. She does not want to face the fury of a mother as well as she does not want to face a grandmother's either. Not when talking about princess Rhaenys on both cases.

-Very well, in that case-. She sighs with a little smile. Daera began to smile too, satisfied because of her recession-. We are, then, glad that you had your-

-Clear the room-, Daemon interrupts her abruptly, looking at his daughter, who furrowed her brows with exhaustion, driving her gace away.

-Gods, Father!-. She squeaked towards him.

-Clear it!-, he insists looking at the others.

-Walk-, Rhaenyra turns around to the kids, who stared at the scene, fully interested-. Walk!-, she insisted, and they instantly did, in the middle of complains.

Rhaenys looked at Daemon, blinkless, and he looked back at her in the same way, inhaling slowly. The grandmother recalled to herself that this is the girl's father, and even she could not outpower that. Seconds later, then, she sighed, letting go her hand and walking away from the bed.

Daera let a tsk out, knowing that she was alone now. The last thing she saw from her siblings was Jace pointing at her burlesque and tauntly, biting his tongue until his mother pushed him outside, closing the door.

-I do not know what I am ought to do with you-, spoke Daemon with annoyance, tightening his fist.

-What, what do you ought to do with me?!-. Daera scoffed, turning around-. What did I do now? Breath?!-, she raised her hands.

-You are lying-, he accused coldly and firmly. She look at him speechless, highly offended, even though he was all the way right-. I do not know what I am ought to do with you, because you keep lying to me!-, he pointed himself-. You did not spend the night in the castle, I feel it in my bloody bones-, he spat his words.

-Father-, she spoke sourly-. That is a vile acussation-, her voice trembled as she shook her head.

-Spare the act, lady-. He snorted, walking towards her with annoyance. Daera closed her mouth and stared madly at him-. You can not fool me as if I did not changed your swaddling clothes when you were a dragon flea-, he talks, offended himself.

-Why does that takes place in this matter?!-, she screams confused and ashamed, looking around.

-Because you are my daughter!-. Daemon points at her, with a hurt on his eyes he was trying to hide-. Having your fun on Dragonstone and Driftmark is one thing, but you can not play with the capital as if it is your childhood yard, I will not have it!-, he discusses.

-"Having my fun", what does that even means, father?! Can I not step a foot outside of the castle without you seeing me as a war criminal?!-. She shouts, bothered and hassled.

-You are not the criminal outside, them all scum are!-. He screams with obviousness and insistment in his loud voice. She laughs, funnyless-. You can sneak out with your siblings ONE night, protecting each other, but I draw the line when you appear with yourself wearing some cunt's belt, and lying to my face about not having put a foot ON the castle after you took off with your dragon as if you were in a fucking persecussion!-, Daemon opened his eyes widely, speaking loud, but not screaming.

-Gods, again with all that shit! Let me breath, father!-. Daera cries turning around abruptly, heading to the balcony under his emotionfulled eyes-. You talk to me as if I am still a babe, a dragon flea as you say, but I am not!-, she looked at him with an annoyed tiredness-. Did you not see me, yesterday's sun, defeating Aegon's ass on the training patio?!-, she recalls with a hurted proud.

-Anyone can defeat that drunken, lighthouse-cunt-, Daemon snorts in a low voice, taking a few steps to her, who rolled her eyes when hearing him using the same insult towards the Hightowers she always do-. Listen to me, Daera-. He raised a single finger.

-I always have, and yet you do not listen to me back-. She sighed tired, turning to face the capital from the balcony.

-You do not think yourself the biggest because of being ten and eight-. He denied, groundly talking-. You keep lying to me all you want, you will eventually learn by yourself if that is what you seek for, but listen to me carefully...-he speaks, staring at her back.

-Mmhmm-, she humms while crossing her arms and looking front, pretending desinterest.

Hearing that dullness, Daemon shook his head in disbelief, suddenly admiring his brother, Viserys, when remembering how easy he made look it was to have a daughter. An adolescent daughter.

His own, doubtless, was just as everyone described her. Like her father. And that is seriously starting to worry him.

-You are a princess, a Targaryen princess, meaning that you have to be careful, with everyone around you-. He talked with a firm seriousness. He gulped at her silence, seeing how she was still giving him her back-. And over all that, you are Laena's and mine's first princess...-his voiced lowed. From her place, Daera's heart suddenly hurted, pressing her lips-. So I will plead you, for her dear sake and mine...-, he nodded-...Take care of yourself-. Daemon spoke slowly, really wanting her to hear him.

Daera stayed still, while the breeze was blewing her multiple braids. She just gave a little nodd. Daemon sighed through the nose, beginning to walk backwards.

-When you want to tell me the truth, you come to me, Daera-. He sighed, turning around, and walking to the door quietly. In a second, he left her alone, in a pure silence.

Daera's throat trembled as crazy. She felt how tears were starting to reach her eyes, even though she strongly fighted against it. But when her mother's face showed in her mind, she could not, suddenly letting out a broken sob.

She whimpered weakly, having the sun in front of her. Daera hold the tears as much as she could, but could not stop her eyes redening, and lips trembling, having her gace tightened of pain.

Daera sighed shakily, inhaling while thinking deeply of her mother, the one she misses so much, even after years of her death. Why did she have to be with child? Why did she have to die? Why did I have to watch her burn?

There are sometimes that she just can not hear her being named, it doesn't matter the context, for it cuts her so deeply when remembering how all things ended. The last words they shared, the last look. It all came to her in the worst moments, and she hated that. She hated to feel this sowrrowfull pain.

Daera began to curve her lips down, readying to allow herself to truly cry in the loneliness of her room.

But, the door is knocked, and soon is opened again, and only one person enters. This was Baela, who came in with a pressed smile of amusedment, seeing her sister's back in the balcony.

Daera gulps hard, freezing all of her factions in a second, begging to the gods to stop her crying, which had barely begun.

-Daera-, she named funnily-. Gods, father is so mad at that belt. He mentioned it at least six times when we were on our way here-, she says in a laugh, closing the door behind-. But, to me, you do have to tell the story of where it comes from-, she says.

Baela smiled, but began to grow confused when seeing how Daera was not moving at all, just staring front.

-Dae?-, she calls curious, tilting her head.

Her mind made her think of Vhagar, the last living memorie of Laena, and that caused her to smile at least tinyly, remembering how yesterday she finally got to see her from up close again, and caress her just as her mother let her, in all those years back.

That thought consolated her briefly, and finally, she could put the best mother in The Seven Kingdoms in the back of her mind.

So, Daera turned around, facing her sister. She normally smiled, funny, as if she was not about to cry seconds ago.

-Well, he can stay mad-. She scoffed, making Baela to laugh-. You shall know the story of the belt...soon...-she narrowed her eyes amusedly, walking to her.

-I truly hope so-, Baela snorted in a laugh. Daera looked at her with a pressed smile, suddenly thinking of when they were all little-. Well, that will be later, I fear-. She sighs.

-Why, where are you going?-. She asked curious, tilting her head.

-To ride Moondancer-, Baela answers, heading to the door-. She must be tired of that cave-, she made a pity face, thinking of the Dragonpit.

-Oh yes yes yes, take her out of there immediately-. Daera nodds with a scoff-. And tell Jace and Luke to take Vermax and Arrax too, they all hate it down there-. She sighs-. And take Joffrey to see if Tyraxes has ben feeded today-, she adds.

-I will tell them, and we will greet Kalistrox if we see him around-. The youngest nodded with a smile, opening the door while looking at her-. What are you gonna do?-, she aks.

-Amm-, Daera shrugged with boredom-. Gossip with the ladies of the court, I pressume-. She jokes, and they both laughed disgusted-. Oh gods no, I would rather go on foot to Winterfell-, she snorts.

-I would row back to Pentos-, blew Baela opening her eyes big.

They laughed funnily while wrinkling their noses, shaking their heads.

-Oh no, oh no no no...-the oldest sighs-. I will find something to entertain myself, be sure of it, now you go fly-, she nodded with a proud sided smile.

Baela grined at her, to then out the room and closening the door on her leaving. Alone, once again, Daera breathed through her nose, staying in a quiet silent while crossing her hands over her belly.

The desire of cry has gone away from her, thanks the gods, so no tear was teared even when she stayed by herself. Seeing, laughing or talking with her siblings always had this effect, to make her strong and firm again.

None of them needed or had to see her crying, and that is something she have always make sure of. Daera has always been the oldest of the group, the responsable of them all, especially after that fucking night on Driftmark. What would they think if they saw her sobbing at the mere recalling of it?

No...

She likes to be the strongest pillar, the firmest sister, even if that costs her no tearing of tears. Her father was right in one thing, she is a Targaryen princess. Very few can say that, and a lot fewer can say it so proudly, so she has always made herself feeling deserving of that earned tittle.

By being as fierce as the whole world praise the Targaryens to be.

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Daera, now, was placed on her chamber's bed, lying with her whole body softened. She has a while like this. Her previous ache, consequence of sleeping on the beach, has disappeared almost fully.

The princess has not come out of her chambers since arriving to them, so she has not done much, too tired to. While she lied in bed, she has only blinks, breathed, and thought, having a quiet time with herself.

Until, she heard some knocks on the door. They were low, almost unnoticeable for how low they were. But Daera heard them, instantly sitting on the bed with her brows a little furrowing.

Who was it? Her father again? Rhaenys coming for an explanation? Rhaenyra?

To find out, the princess stood up, walking with quick steps to the door, and opening it. There, she founds prince Aemond in front of her, holding a black leather canteen on one hand, and looking around with his widened eye until she opens, turning to look at her.

-Oh, Aemond, you fucker!-. Daera whispered exalted, grabbing an arm of his and dragging him into the room in a second.

-I expected a warmer welcome-, the prince mumbles, stumbling a little due to her great push. Daera looks at him with her eyes opened big, to then move her head from side to side to the hall, looking for someone, anybody-. Nobody is out there, I checked, princess-. He says in a sided nod, almost smiling.

-Gods be good-, Daera sighs closing the door, and making sure of locking it. She, then, turned around, facing him-. I apologize, my prince, it was not of my desire to drag you so hardly-, she says, ashamed.

Aemond narrowed his eye, finding her formality rare. Then Daera bites her tongue in a naughty smile, nearing to him with jumped and funny steps, making him to lower his sight.

-In case someone is spying on us-, she funnily whispers in a really low voice. At this, Aemond starts to laugh with his lips closed, shaking his head from side to side.

-Nobody is, I made sure-. He murmurs, amused, blinking constantly while looking at her. Who taught her this bright humour?, he asks himself. Her father surely not.

Since she saw him, Daera noticed he was still wearing the same braids she made him this morning, having kept their places very firmly. She felt a kind warm on her heart when acknowleing this, thinking deeply about how handsome he looked. He, on the other hand, admired all of the braids her hair now had, making her look so fresh, and beautiful.

-Forgive my skeptivity, there have happened some things since I arrived-, she excuses in a plain sigh, raising her brows.

-I was just about to ask, but you do seem more than well-. He tells a little curious, having his hands crossed behind his back-. And I have not hear murmurs of gossip carrying your name around the castle, that is an achievement itself-, Aemond says, siding a tiny smile. The princess smirks at him, crossing her arms slowly.

-I thank you for your obvious flattery, do not need to overdo yourself-. She cockily whispers, shrugging. He smiled silently, biting one of his cheeks from inside-. Yes, the plan did go as we wanted it to, but there were already harsh questions in my family when I arrived, regarding my whereabouts-, she sighs briefly.

-I imagine you answered those questions wisely-, Aemond supposes.

-Well, I am glad to inform you that my granddmother made a big part in that, yes-. She nodds, surprising him-. She was in here when I arrived, so there was no lie I could give her-, she explains.

-Did you...?-. The prince stares at her speechless when thinking she told about their day in the deserted island.

-Surely I did not!-, the princess denies immediately. Aemond breathes again, gulping and looking at her really interested-. She helped me, even though I did not especifically told her where I were, and she conviced everybody I just spent the night with my dear grandma...telling stories of ny childhood, how nice was my night-. Daera starts to whispering amused, placing one of her hands on Aemond's right sleeve, playing with it. At her tone and touch, he could not stop himself from smiling too-. So...princess Rhaenys saved us-, she nodded with grattitude.

-That is something to be grateful about, for sure-. He says lowly-. A pity I was not here, sounds like quite a spectacle-, he jokes in a murmur.

-Umm, yes, something tells me if you have been there it would have been a little more difficult to explain myself-, she narrowed her eyes.

-A little-, he nodds doing the same.

-Only a little-. She repeats scrunching her nose and smile. Aemond chucked amused, admiring her natural gift of delivering jokes. She looked extremely divine, while doing it-. But enought about me. Is there anything interesting about your arrival?-, she asks excitedly.

-I am afraid not-, he answers, and she snorts-. I apologize for not entertaining you-. Aemond snorts back, lowering his height a little to look at her in the eyes.

-I forgive you-, she shrugged.

-Ah you forgive me-. He nodded, giving her a tauntly smile. Daera gives him one back, raising her brows with daring-. I just arrived now-. He says, surprising her-. But my family is quite understandable about my long rides with Vhagar, and that I am already a young man of age who does not need constant supervision-, he calmly talks, almost presuming-. Nobody troubles themself if not needed to-, he nodds.

-I wish a was a young man then-, she sighs with annoyance, rolling her eyes.

-I do not wish you were-, he denies in a whisper, staring straight at her. Daera licks her lips and looks up, hiding a smile while seeing at his eye, silently. She thought of last night, feeling a growing warm on her core.

-It has been hours since I left the island. Why are you arriving now?-, she aks, holding her arms crossed-. Did you stay another while, thinking of me?-. The princess murmurs with an obvious double intention.

Aemond bites his cheeks in a low laugh, staring at the floor and them at her, who stared at him back with a flirty smile, having her eyes narrowed.

-Perhaps I did, but that is at a young man's discression-, he funnily whispers, widening her smirk-. I arrived just now because I made a few stops, along the way-. He says, taking a step front, and she did not flinched at the nearing, confused-. Stops to search for your tea's ingredients-, Aemond softly said, blinking.

Daera opened her eyes big, taking her glance to the leather canteen he was holding. When she looked up again, he nodded, having a little smile on his furrowed lips. She lets a dry laugh out, curious.

-But- but what about the ingredients on the castle's kitchen?-. She asks, almost smiling. He felt so good when hearing her stuttering. He turned around, calmly walking to her buodoir-. I thought a maid was gonna bring it to me-, she adds, following him with her gace.

-All of the maids and cookers of my home are rumourmonger, I fear I do not trust a single one of them-. Aemond talks while opening the canteen under her intense eyes-. I assure you I have read multiple books about how this herbs and teas works-, he says, now pouring the whitely liquid in a delicate cup of the dresser, letting her see how hot it was-...I know about this-. And he turns around again, facing her.

Daera slowly blinks, having her lips opened in a bemused tiny smile.

-...You made it for me?-. She questioned, not driving her eyes away from his one. Aemond take a step front, leaving the other things on top of the burdoir, staring back at her.

-It boiled in Vhagar's own breath-, he whispered in a nodd. The princess turn breathless, letting her shoulders fall.

-You know how to get me-, she sighs, walking fastly to him, who instantly ran to her too, holding her face.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, starting to eat each other out as if their lifes depended on it. Daera moaned when tasting mint on his tongue, at which she licked with hers, making Aemond to groan back in plessure, cuddlening her face on his big hands, caressing her cheeks.

She suddenly draws one of her hands to his pants, touching his manhood from above it, feeling how fast it hardened. The prince moaned lowing his mouth to her jaw, biting it when feeling the pressure on his dick. She licked his nose's trace religiously, surprising him in a low moan.

-I have not bath yet-, he points, breathless, regretting not having taken a quick bath before coming to her chambers.

-Do you think I fucking care?-. She snorts, suddenly separating and placing her hands on his chest, which breathed really fastly-. I would dine you even with ashes resting on your skin-, she purrs desirely.

-Gods be good-, he whispered shocked, planning on kissing her again. But her hands pushed him, from a moment to another, making him to fall on her bed, suddenly seated-. Gods be good-, he said again, agitated.

-So you are a maester now, huh?-. Daera asks, tauntly, walking to him while uppering her skirt, something Aemond stared at with a growing smile-. Um?-, she moved her legs, placing herself above of him.

-Only yours-, Aemond murmurs fast, not waiting a second to grab to her legs tightly, acommodating her well on his hard cock-. Any tea-, he says, silly.

-Oh, that is good to now-. Daera whispers over his lips, starting to unmake the tighted threads of her dress's neckline. Aemond hummed in pleasure, sliding his hands under her skirt until reaching her ass, which he grabbed strongly, moaning when feeling no underwear-. Because I think we are going to need more-, she says, opening her corset, and uncovering her breasts.

Aemond opened his mouth, foolishly.

-Gods be-

-I know, I know-. She interrupted in a sweet tone, taking his neck from behind, and drawing him close, slowly-. Gods be good, right?-, she blinked funnily.

Aemond's jaw clenched and his mouth opened like the one of a beast, leaning front and beginning to taste hungrily her bare tits, pushing her from the back to have her even closer. Daera moaned as lowly as she could, throwing her head back while caressing his, ruining a little his braids, but none cared, more concentrated on feeling each other.

He loose himself into her breast, licking and biting everything he could with a unereasable smirk on his lips. His cock, hard as fuck, was pressed against one of her bare thighs. And soon, she began to move above of him at the same time of planting wet kisses all over his neck. Aemond breathed quickly in a groan, pinching her ass with his nails and making her give a slight jump, just what he wanted to feel on his pants.

-Ouh you fucker-, she whimpered a moan close his ears, kissing there.

-Is that how you adress your maester?-, Aemond mumbles over one of her brown nipples, feeling it against his nose.

-What, you are gonna put pepper in my tea for my insolence?-, she mocks, holding one of her own breasts to near it to his face, tempting him.

-Do not give me ideas, princess-. Aemond whispered, to then pass his tongue harshly on that nipple, moving it from up to down. Daera moaned with a smile, curving her brows while moving her jaw above his hair-. Fuck, Daera, your savour...-he swore in a sigh.

-Savour me all you want-. The princess says pleassurefull, in heavens thanks to that pointy tongue of him, which felt so warm against her bare skin, while her skin felt warm to him, not having enough of it.

-A goddess, I am telling you-. He murmurs dreamy, opening his mouth and sucking on one of her tits, almost swallowing it. Aemond sucked this one stopless while he gripped the other with his five fingers, spoiling her so much.

-You are the god here-, she sighs silly, planting so many kisses on his braids and forehead, feeling how extremely wet her cunt was getting. He groaned at the praise, hardening more-. I will pray to you, Aemond-, she whispered-. I know you want me on my knees-, she bited one his ears softly.

-Yes, Daera-, he nodded in the middle of her tits, kissing the part where her heart beated.

-Daera!-

They both jumped so hard in the bed when she was named and the door handle suddenly was moved from outside. Aemond and Daera looked at there frozen, quickly remembering that it was locked.

-Jace-, said Daera scared.

-Open, sister!-. Rhaena laughs.

-Is Jace and Rhaena-, Daera grew even more scared.

-Daera?!-, Lucerys calls.

-Luke-, names Daera in shock.

-Open up!-, says Baela.

-It is all of your bloody siblings!-, whispered Aemond going insane.

-Ow, fuck!-. Daera jumped off his legs as fast as she could, and he stood up looking around, desesperated-. Do not call my siblings "bloody"!-, she pointed at him, mad.

-I apologize! We have bigger problems at the moment!-, he crazily whispered.

-Oh thanks for telling me, I did not know!-, she moved her arms in the air, whispering too.

-Daera, are you there?-. Baela asks from outside.

-I AM IN THE PRIVY, HOLD UP!!-. She madly shouts to the door from a moment to another.

Aemond raised his eyebrows silently, while they heard how the others laughed loudly from the other side of the door.

-Aemond-, she fastly walked worried to him, who held to her elbows with the same look.

-Perhaps I can jump-, he nodds, pointing the balcony with his head. She opened her eyes really big.

-And then have your corpse as a curtain?! Your mother would love that! Are you insane?!-, she madly whispered, making sudden little jumps.

-I do not know, this is a huge pressure!-, he whispered with the same madness.

Daera looked back at the door, breathing really fast at the fear of being discovered. She began to tie the threads of her corset again, feeling how her chest was coming up and down.

-Easy, easy-. Aemond holds her shoulders when seeing how nervous she was becoming-. I will hide-, he dictated, quickly passing his sleeve above her chest's skin, taking his saliva off it.

-Yes, yes-. She begans to nodd, trying to calm herself-. One second!-, she shouts to the door.

-Take your time!-, a funny Luke answers, and they kept making jokes behind the door, which Aemond nor Daera listened to.

-Here!-, Aemond snaps his fingers and runs to the wardrobe of the chambers. Daera followed him while acommodating, looking at him speechless.

Aemond entered it and closed the door. He looks so stupid. Because he literally looks! The wardrobe's doors were full of tiny holes, and his silver hair was more than perceptible.

-Are you joking?!-, she whispered opening the doors quickly, scaring him-. You are suppose to be the clever brother!-, she scoffs.

-Ah, then no longer a maester, huh?-. He says burlesque, stepping out again.

Daera looks at him with a agitated smile of bemusement in her face, beginning to shake her head. Aemond could not help but to smile too, knowing they actually had this under control.

-The bed-, they said at the exact same time. And so, they smiled bigger, staring directly at each other.

Baela, Rhaena, Jace and Luke turn around when the door of the chambers is calmly open. With this, they encounter with Daera, who was smiling with all the tranquility of The Seven Kingdoms.

-You do not let me sleep, you do not let me at peace in the privy-. She lists with her fingers-. Have me confined already, I beg you all-, she scoffs.

-There she is-, smiles Jace.

And, from under the bed now, Aemond rolled his eye when listening to the pup's voice.

-We apologize, but this could not wait-. Said Rhaena, openly entering the room, being followed by the others.

Daera gulped, knowing she could not ask them to leave, because she never does, so it would be highly suspicious. From his place, Aemond tightened his fist, ansious, hearing how all those steps entered the quarter.

-What a smell, Daera-. Luke jokes flapping a hand in front of his nose, pointing to the washroom, causing their laughs instantly.

Aemond's eye went blank at the tediousness he felt when hearing Lucerys talk. That dull bastard.

-Stop it-, Daera laughs too with her brows raised, approaching to them-. What could not wait, dear siblings?-. She asks in a sigh, placing her hands over her belly.

-Well, we are almost heading to our meal with grandmother, so we better arrive together-, planned Jace taking seat above of the bed.

Aemond looks up with a face.

-Ah yes yes, the meal-. Reminded Daera with a few nods, smiling.

-And...-with a smirk, Jace pointed at Baela.

-So it is true, then, that you spent the whole night at grandma's chambers?-. She suddenly asks, seating in the budoir's chair. Daera furrows her brows briefly, seeing that all of them were interested.

-Amm, did you not hear me the first time?-. She mumbles, turning around and pretending to do something with the curtains of the balcony. One thing is hiding her tears, but she hated lying to them.

-But why did you not tell us?-, Rhaena asks in a sigh-. We really thought you had disappeared with Kalistrox-, she says.

-We almost thought you escaped to Dragonstone-, Luke nodds with his brows up.

-It passed my mind, I will not say no-. Daera laughs a little.

From under the bed, and hearing the siblings talk, Aemond held a sigh and rested his jaw against his hands, on the floor, keeping as quiet as a paint.

He looks around distracted, until his eye found something worth of his full atenttion. He became aware of the hood and belt that were placed near of him, under the bed too. They were his.

-What will we have for supper, anyways?-. Daera ask truly interested, crossing her arms and takind side besides Jace on the bed.

-Gods, you could have invited us to the slumber party with grandma!-, Baela snorts from the boudoir, retaking the subject.

-I agree!-, Rhaena instantly nodds, crossing her arms and looking dissappointed at her sister, who sighed turning her eyes blank-. She always has the best biscuits...-she mumbles.

-Oh, she does-. Commented Jace in a concentrated tone, thinking of those cookies.

Aemond wanted to snort at his unnecessary comment, but now he was more interested in his belt and hood, at which he approached silently to, on the floor.

-It is not that big of a deal-, sighs Daera under the gaces of her sisters-. We did not plan it, if that makes you feel better. And besides, it was late in the night, you two were already sleeping-, she pointed strongly-. So shut up-, she insists.

Rhaena sighed, surrended, rolling her eyes.

-I would have woke up for those biscuits...-mumbled Baela in a snort, taking her gace somewhere else. She encountered with a steaming cup placed in this same boudoir, making her to look at it, curious.

-Now, tell me, how was your flight?-. Daera asks turning to Jace and pinching a cheek of his, hearing him laugh.

-Quite fresh-, he answers funnily.

Aemond pressed his nose in the hood's fabric, inhaling deeply when he felt Daera's perfume on it. He went mad at the fantabulous smell, holding a sigh with all his forces. The thought of her perfuming it with her own colone made his manhood to harden a little again.

Silently, Baela neared her face to that cup, seeing the content and smelling it carefully.

-And we saw Kalistrox from far!-said Luke in a happy tone. Daera smiles, standing up from the bed and walking patiently to him.

-Did you?-, she asks in a little laugh.

-Did you?-, Rhaena smiles dreamy, imagining how it would be to see a dragon while riding another.

-We did, he was in the coast-. Nodds Jace with calm.

-Though...a little too close to Vhagar, who was also there-. Said Luke with palpable disconfort, scrunching his nose when thinking of the she-dragon's rider.

Aemond clenched his jaw and looked at the floor with tension, separating a little from the hood when he heard Lucerys using that tone when talking about him and his dragon.

Daera let a sigh out, planning on defending her mother's former dragon.

-Seven hells!-. Until, from a moment to another, Baela jumped on her chair, getting suddenly stood up and making everyone look-. Why is there moon tea on your dresser?!-, she loudly whispered.

Daera's eyes opened wildly, frozen, and so did Aemond from under the bed, turning his head quickly.

-Moon tea?! What?!-, Jace and Rhaena stood up in shock, while Luke was mouth-opened.

-Keep quiet, you!-. Daera orders in a firm whisper-. Anyone could hear!-, she looks at them angried.

-Explain this!-, Baela points at the cup, surprised.

-Did- did you...?-, Jace blinks in blank.

-Gods...-Daera sighs with her eyes opening. She and Aemond forgot the tea, for fuck's sake, and that will cost her a great, great lie to cover-. Fuck-, she scratch her forehead.

-Tell us everything!-. Rhaena was the only one smiling big.

-Shh!-, Daera looked at her with a quick smirk-. I shall, at once-. She nodded.

-Do tell-, Jace opened his arms big.

Aemond gulped, playing with the belt's end while he listened carefully to what was about to be spoken.

-Alright, the first thing you need to know, is that I was going to tell you everything just when we were back to Dragonstone, for I do not trust this castle's walls-, Daera says in a heavy sigh.

-Uhum-, Baela nodds, looking at her at every moment.

-Well...-the oldest princess scratch her head, wrinkling her nose a little under the concentrated gace of them all, Aemond's hearing included-. Turns out-, she speaks slowly-, I mayhaps did spent the whole day of before...out of the Keep-, she admits.

Baela grabs her own head.

-You did?!-, Luke shouts.

-But- but the slumber party?!-, Rhaena does too.

-Are you insane?!-, Jace says breathless. Aemond tightened his fists, again, at his voice.

-Shut up, all of you, the adult is talking!-. Daera reproachs fiercely, and they all obey, looking like mots under the effect of light-. Yes, I did-. She responds at Luke-. The slumber party is not quite truth-. She responds at Rhaena-. And no, I am perfectly sane-. She responds to Jace.

-Seven hells-, Baela falls seated on the chair once again.

Daera plays with her thumb and littlefinger as she walks a few steps foward, sighing, and accepting that she had to do this.

-Effectively, that is a moon tea I am about to drink-. She slowly nodds-. And, effectively, it is because...I fucked last night, on the city-, she confesses. Partly.

Baela, Jace, Rhaena and Luke turned speechless, looking at her with their mouths and eyes wided opened. On the floor, Aemond sided a silent smile while nodding.

-With. who?-, Luke ask with a string of voice, having his face all redened because of the strong word she used.

-Gods, I swear I was going to tell you back home!-. Daera grunts looking at the ceiling-. The other day, when we were to the city with Helaena, I met a man-, she says.

-A man?-, Baela curved her eyesbrows.

-A boy of my same age!-, her sister clarified-. A...a smith, from the Street of Steel-, she says.

-What is his name?-, Rhaena asks with her eyes shining, excited of her sister's adventure.

-His name is...-Daera blinks, and Aemond bited his lips from under the bed-, Gronn-. She says, sure.

-Gronn?-, Jace scrunches his nose.

-His name is not his best quality, he is aware-. Daera nods quickly, causing laughs from them. Aemond let a quiet giggle out from his nose, closing his eye-. But we connected, that night-. She says.

-Is the belt his then?-. Baela asks truly interested. Daera sided a smile while walking slowly through the room.

-It is-, she affirms. They all sighed, surprised-. And he is who I spent the night with yesterday, after flying Kalistrox-. She looks really quickly to the bed's foot.

-And you fucked him?-, Jace questioned with an obvious blush on his cheeks.

-I fucked him, he fucked me, the wonders of life-. She calmly says, not appearing even a bit that she was lying.

-Gods, Daera-. Luke looks away, with his face already hurting for how red it was.

-I can not believe you-, Baela scoffs with a smile, shaking her head. Her older sister laughed briefly, shrugging-. And where was this?-, she asks.

-On his house-. Daera answers-. A tiny one, one of the half million out there-, she looks at the balcony with a sigh-. One can get...really lonely, in this big castle-, she nods.

Rhaena smirks tinyly, passing a hand on her hair. From the ground, Aemond blinked silently, just listening to Daera's voice while thinking of everything they did last night. She and Gronn.

-I guess one can...-whispered Jace, glancing really quick at Baela, who sighed with a surprised smile while looking at her.

-Grandma knows, then?-. Questioned Luke, tilting his head.

-Well, the best grandma of The Seven Kingdoms was the one that saved my ass-, the oldests says-. When I arrived this morning she was waiting here for me. She was mad, of course, but she helped me because she knew that father would not understand-, she sighs, full of gratitude.

-Wow, I would have never guess it-, sighed Rhaena with surprise.

-Grandma and Daera are the best liers in the bloodline, we know that-. Snorted Baela, making them all laugh.

Aemond blinked thoughtful, suddenly thinking about how he never have had this kind of conversations with his siblings. Not conversations at all, better said. He did not need them either.

-I will explain to her now, at our brunch. And mayhaps give her a massage, she deserves it-. Daera shrugged, and they smiled funnily-. It is more than clear that there will be not word of this to Father, or Rhaenyra, am I correct?-, she points at all of them.

-Indeed. Of course-, they all nodded. She smiled, trusting in their doubtless loyalness.

-One question-, Rhaena raises one finger with curiosity.

-All remaining questions will be answered at our meal, thank you-. Interrumpted Daera with a light laugh, and she sighed nodding-. Now, I ask from you a minute, I want to drink the tea, alone-, she says.

-You shall have it, then-. Mumbles Jace standing up, and pointing to the door-. Siblings-, he looks at the rest.

-Just one more question!-, Luke quickly says.

-Come!-, Jace tsked grabbing his arm and dragging him to the door. Daera followed them with her gace and a funny laugh.

-We will wait for you outside, yes?-. Baela closes to her, as well as Rhaena.

-Yes, please-. Daera sighs, taking both of their hands in hers, smiling softly at them-...Thanks for understanding-, she whispers.

-You know we always will-, Baela smiled with dearness.

-If I had the guts, I know I would also go out there-, sighs Rhaena with quick nodds.

-No, you do not have to prove anything to anyone, sweet bird-. Daera instantly corrected, giving a soft press on their holded hands-. You are perfectly fine as you are now-, she murmurs.

The youngest presses a tiny smile towards the oldest, who looked at her with a funny softness, having her brows raised.

-Go-, Daera nods to the door-. I will be out in a minute-, she says.

Their sisters nodded with their smirks, letting her hands go and heading to the door, following Jace and Luke. Daera walked a little quick to there, silently putting the lock on again.

-Oh fucking gods-, she tiredly sighs, closing her eyes-...What the fuck?-, she whispers.

She turns her head, seeing how Aemond slowly came out from his hidden place, looking around with cautioness. She could not hold a brief laugh, heading to the dresser.

He looked at her, following with his gace. He smirked tiny, walking there with firm steps.

-Seems you are a good liar-, he speaks low.

-Um, and you a good silent-keeper-. Daera said, facing him while taking the first sip from the cup-. Oh gods, it is delicious! This always tastes sour!-, she whispered surprised.

-Hmm, nothing a little cinnamon could not ressolve-, he shrugged presumed, and she laughed while drinking. Aemond starts to blink, suddenly paying true attention what she just said-..."always"?-, he repeated.

Daera looked up at him, separating slowly from the cup while forming a small smile, beginning to nod.

-You did not defile me, Aemond, if that is what you have been thinking you did-. The princess whispered, and he opened his lips a little, raising his brows-. I have some experiences with differents men...from different places-, she admits.

She kept on drinking the tea, while the prince blinked, slowly starting to nod and staring directly at her eyes, in which he did not see any shame or repentance.

-Oh-, he simply says. Daera holded a laugh at his expression, which was trying to pretend the surprise-. Well, that...that makes quite sense, now that I pay mind to it-, he mumbles.

-It does, does it not?-. She funnily laughs, making her eyes wrinkle a little. Aemond stared at her with a soft amusedment, feeling so many lightness from her-. I do have to admit, anyways, that...-she played a little with the cup's ear.

Aemond blinked, raising both of his hands to place them on each sides of Daera's face, who looked up at him with her lips wet and eyes reflecting the sun from outside. He smiled briefly, and she did too, enslaved by his soft touch.

-No former experience of mine posses the audacity to even compare to...what you and I did, last night-, she confesses in a very low whisper, placing the cup back in the dresser. Aemond gulps, feeling the warm on his heart, and the dearness his eye showed her-. I...-she laughs.

He lowed his height, planting a soft kiss on the princess's mouth, just because he felt the need to. Both sighed in quietness, kissing slowly, maybe for the first time. They did not know, they did not care.

The only thing Daera was sure of, at the moment, was that Aemond's lips are truly a new religion being discovered by her. She could not have enough of them, kissing them deeply but softly. Oh, and what about the prince? Who trembled at any touch of hers, who was kissing her back with no track of time.

Moments passed, and they were now looking at each other eyes, smiling closely and quietly.

-I am in a serious famine-, she whispered.

-I will hold you no more then-, he laughed briefly, caressing one of her cheeks-. You...you enjoy your brunch-, he wished for.

-Thank you-, Daera stared at his bright eye-. You leave when we are gone, unless you want to wait for me here until I am done-, she jokes. Partially. She did not hated the idea.

-Hmm...-he nodded with a chuckle, not hating it either.

Minutes later, the castle's halls echoed the laughs of the Targaryen and Velaryon siblings, who now were on their way to the gardens, to eat with their beloved grandmother, princess Rhaenys.

When such halls went completely silent, Aemond outed Daera's chambers, at last, having a smile on his face.

He walked down some stairs, and when people started to appear, he fastly began to adquire that straightened and tensed posture of him, with his smirk fading and his eye opening coldly, feeling all the looks and hearing all the murmurs, suspecting all the thoughts.

In a moment, he suddenly crossed paths with Rhaenyra, who was coming up while he was going down. They internally snorted when seeing each other, gulping.

-Aemond-, she greeted with a quick smile, stopping her steps slowly.

-Sister-, he nodded with no fake smile, not stopping for one second, pretending to not notice that she did.

Rhaenyra's eyes flickered as she followed him with her gace, seeing how he just kept normally walking. She makes a low snort, turning around and just continuing with her way up the stairs.

And, when Aemond arrived to the castle's first floor, he came just face to face with the big group of siblings, who were walking in the hall while talking among them animated and worriless.

The One-Eyed Prince kept walking silently, going in the contrary direction and not even glancing at them.

-Indeed, that is what you should have done!-. Daera was the one speaking at the moment, loudly while moving her arm while being heard.

Aemond and Daera crossed shoulder to shoulder in a second. She did not stop talking, and he did not stop walking. And none of them looked at the other even briefly. They did not acknowledge the other's presence.

And, as they kept going on their different paths, they began to smile discreetly and tauntly, pressing their lips, while the only thing being on their minds was the other one.

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I AM LOOKING HARD AT YOUR ZENITH BETA ARTWORK I've always kind of disliked the idea of zenith!Beta because I feel like the strongest and most compelling aspect of Aloy and Beta's sibling relationship was how Aloy is Beta's Rost. She is now the few-worded, directive, somewhat brooding protector to her assigned charge. And despite the debatable blood relations, their family. It's a prefect way to wrap up Aloy's arc and showcase how deeply important they are to each other. They NEED either other. I felt like Zenith!Beta storylines took away from that because if Beta already has the skills to basically overpower the world that Aloy struggled and struggled to conquer. (This option is subjective, people are allowed to like this trope even if I normally don't.)

BUT, BUT--- The premise you have set seems SUPER FUCKING INTERESTING. The hinted at the dynamic between Beta and Tilda. OH MY GOD, and Aloy basically having to slowly "wake" Beta up from that delusion. Oh, baby. I always give extra appreciation to creaters who can take a trope/take/plot that I don't like and make me fall in love. You haven't even written anything yet (or showcased stuff u have written), yet I'm passionate about it all the same. That being said, don't pressure yourself to make this idea of yours a reality just cuz I would love to see it. It is your story and there are many more important things in life than fictional characters (unfortunately). I just wanted to take the time to let you know how much I appreciate your WIPs and works (both art and writing) <3

Hi!! Thanks!! Honestly your problem with zenith!Beta is about the same as mine (not that I’ve read anything that’s out there). She is so essential for Aloy’s development and the story of FW in general. Also I love Beta and this AU is just hey what if everything about her was different? Your point about Aloy being Beta’s Rost is also 👌

That said, this time Aloy’s realisation about not being some sorta spiritual carbon copy of an innately righteous and strong person, and that actually her family and friends and choices made her and she has an identity of her own, comes not from Beta being seemingly ‘weak’ and stuck in hopelessness and dependent on others, but from Beta acting straight up evil. This person is the opposite of everything Aloy believes Elisabet was (and therefore made her). She’s like, how could a clone of Elisabet be so apathetic? she’s so mean 😭. Forces her to look inward in other ways haha.

Then of course it’s not reaalllly like that bc Beta is so completely brainwashed that she just doesn’t get it, and Aloy slowly realises that too. She’s stunted in a very different way to canon Beta, and comes in confusion to concepts like empathy and trust and hope from an antagonistic angle rather than a compassionate one. Which makes her the most annoying person ever to exist. The Tilda relationship is also Worse. As you can imagine.

I’ve written like a tiny tiny opening for this and have some rough notes, but it’d be long :( and I’m like do I realllyyy want to write another long story about a sobeck clone interfacing w zenith tech. And Tilda, can I bear to write more of that asshole? I’m not sure. That said it would be different stylistically bc I want to do first person (idk if you’ve read the Murderbot diaries, but those are the vibes). It’s an opposite character evolution from against the lightning in a way lol. I reckon I still want to write it

Buttt many more important things than fictional characters (unfortunately), as you say. So sad. I had (was forced) to take a few weeks off work a couple months back and spent almost the whole time just writing. I was so pumped about this other story and was like surely I’ll keep this up. Haven’t fuckin looked at it. Work is 😫. And I’m looking for a new job. Ugh. I am a constant knot of anxiety.

Anyway! Thanks so much!! Feel free to dm as well if you want to discuss further haha, I’d love the excuse

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Okay I'm trying to be chill about the fact my computers busted and I can't edit sooo here's my favorite horror films I watched in 2023!! So far, at least, I'll update if I find some more great ones in the next month. These are in no particular order.

Talk To Me (2023) LOVED IT. I was genuinely really really stressed while watching it. Honestly give me a character I like and put them through the ringer and I will be invested. I REALLY wanted Riley to make it. I know some people don't like the end but I did. It's a very existential and depressing ending but I thought it was fitting.

Sissy (2022) This is a super super underrated movie. Barely any discussion of it all online. I thought it was incredible; it perfectly nailed what it feels like to be in a social situation you know you don't belong in. I felt called out several times. Cecilia is a really fascinating character too, and I loved the social media aspect.

Creep 2 (2017) I couldn't believe how into this movie I was. It's basically just two really weird characters manipulating each other (with one being way way way more successful than the other) and it's so wild to watch. I liked the first Creep but the relationship here was so fascinating. I almost feel like this movie would have been better as a standalone bc we as the audience know that Aaron is a serial killer. It would be fascinating to be like Sara and not know for sure. Either way though, I loved it, I hope they make a third one.

Terrifier 2 (2022) Dude I LOVED this movie!! Controversial opinion maybe but I thought it was fantastic. Sienna is such an amazing character, Art the Clown was on his A game. I weirdly resonated with the family stuff (i got emotional at points) The special effects were great. I know it has a reputation. And it has earned that reputation. I have found no one I can comfortably show this movie to that I trust isn't going to be horribly traumatized. Which sucks bc when I saw this in theaters I got like. Sexually harassed. And I dont want it to happen when I see the third one. I wish I had a buddy I could take. But regardless every time I watch it I have a blast, and I really wanna make a video discussing this series soon bc I have so many thoughts!!

Halloween (1978) Yeah everyone was right this movie is awesome. I'm totally going to add it to my halloween watchlist every year.

Candyman (1993) Yeah again it's really really good, everyone was right lol. Really dragging my feet on the remake bc honestly this movie is basically perfect.

Cube (1997) I always thought I'd like Cube. And I did. It's really weird and psychological and cool. I watched it like 11 months ago so I don't feel like I have a lot to say right now, but I just remember how much I was invested while watching it and how much I gushed about it after I finished.

Deadstream (2022) Honestly this was most fun I had with a movie all year. I was dying laughing the entire time. I've watched it three times and I sent the opening scene to everyone I know. It's just a very funny and very spot on parody of YouTubers and I love it

Fresh (2022) I don't love the abrupt ending but the rest is basically perfect. The levels of performance during the dinner scene OH MY GOD. And it's a really fun and disturbing exploration of how terrible dating is and I appreciate that a lot.

Hereditary (2015) This movie hurt the entire time and I loved it. Toni Collette's performance is the best I have ever seen, I am actually furious she wasn't nominated. Her screams man, they are haunting. Also really realistic dream dialogue I pegged right away it was a dream bc that's exactly how people talk in my dreams. This is a movie with a lot of layers and something about it resonated with me, especially after the terrible terrible year I had.

Midsommar (2019) I vibed with this one hardcore. I think its just weirdly cathartic to see someone in a bad social situation get accepted while the person who put them in that situation gets rejected. Again because of the terrible year I had. But also its bad that that happens! Like its creepy how easy it is to be taken in by a cult. I also didn't feel the length at all I was very very invested the whole time. My friend Emily absolutely hates this movie though lol

Trick R Treat (2007): I didn't find it scary at all. But I vibed with it. It just FELT like Halloween, and some of the stories really really worked for me. Particularly the werewolf one and the one with the zombie kids.

VHS (2012): This is entirely because of the Amateur Night and 10/31/98 segments. I love those segments to death, I've watched them over and over. I still haven't watched Siren (the full length Amateur Night adaption) but I am so psyched they kept the same actress. She was an absolute star I'm planning on watching it entirely for her.

It Follows (2014) I know I can't keep saying I vibed with these movies but I did. I love the dreamlike quality, the ambiguity, the idea behind the monster is actually one of the most terrifying things I can imagine. Even if you get rid of it there's a chance it'll come back to you so you're never safe. Certain sequences were really really cool. Also one of the best jumpscares of all time in this. Like I don't even like jumpscares, they never get me, but this one did! Also I adore the opening sequence and how it's complete nonsense until you rewatch it and realize what's happening.

Infinity Pool (2023) I went in completely 100% blind. It was a wild ride that's for sure. I said "oh fuck me" full volume at one point if that tells you anything. Honestly I have nothing to say about the plot but the feelings this movie evoked in me were intense. Really good movie for someone who secretly hates themselves and is scared that everyone around them does too, I guess, because it captures that feeling perfectly.