#Mother 1 RP

[jake-kcat]

Welcome to Outlast: Aftermath!

Want to Make new friends? Find a friendly community, hangout and if interested, Roleplay? Then welcome to Outlast: Aftermath!

Hang out with chill and friendly people, meet our awesome staff. Our server is 14+

This server is both a hangout with the option to roleplay. The roleplay is an AU that follows everything after Mount Massive where the characters of the Games were found and able to live normal lives.

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[trouticecream]

[[ It’s been a while since I’ve been on, but all the same —worth a stab at a promo thing to gauge how active/inactive the fandom currently is.

Basically, like, reblog, or message me if you’re interested in interacting with an alt Giegue blog whereby he survives Mother 2/Earthbound, but more than a few consequences to his physiology and powers. Consequences that he’s kinda navigating while trying to balance out an ongoing quest for knowledge and undoing damages done to the Earth. ]]

[askurameshiyusuke]

@ask-youkokurama is such a mama's boy, I bet he wouldn't mind having 40 minute phone calls with his mom.

[the-acid-pear]

It's actually really funny how it is bc despite being an insane person with weird kinks whenever I see someone with kinks I DON'T share I'm instantly thrown off by it. Which is comedic to me bc you'd expect the freak to inherently Understand other freaks but no unfortunately that's not how it works necessarily.

[rainydaypaper]

Hey!!! This is a long shot, but this time I'm looking for an EarthBound/MOTHER roleplay!! To be honest I've been into this series for over 10 years but I've never actually done a proper RP, so I'd love to change that!

I'd be cool playing any of the three protagonists, I can also do an arrangement of others on the side! Particularly characters like Nana, Picky, Pippi, or Duster!

All my information is in my pinned! My DMs are open if you'd like to send a message about it, or you can like and I'll get back to you!

[ask-the-triple-kill-squad]

What’s your worst and best memories?

They r staring at you like this

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[pe4nutastic]

Low-effort King of Trashtalk artwork of the day go!

[classico-fazbear]

"fredrick fazbear"

the mother hen aproached him ..... "have you been eating burritos... again?!"

@chica-the-mother-chicken

The bear stiffened up at the use of 'Fredrick' instead of 'Freddy'.

That wasn't good.

What was even worse was that the bear did, indeed, have a burrito in his paw and the break room fridge door was wide open, the remains of the staff lunches torn apart within. These humans really had to stop leaving their food overnight...

He immediately spun around to face the chicken, hiding his prize behind his back. "Chica!" Freddy exclaimed with a bright smile trying to act as if it was so wonderful that his bird companion showed up right at this precise very moment. "Heh...don't you look just lovely tonight, my dear! And the burritos...why, I haven't a clue what's been going on with that!"

// @chica-the-mother-chicken

[misskaorii]

Janitor ai bots

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

Hii! I’m Miss Kaori on Janitor Ai, I do Gyutaro bots cause this man needs love, I already posted two and they are doing so well!! But now I have so many in private and they are so interesting! I’ll just put them all here and feel free to ask me to release the ones you like!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ Gang boss

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is the boss of a renowned Gang. In this RP you both are in a big gathering you will choose to be his wife, his +1 or even be in another gang (well there are many possibilites really..)

: ̗̀➛ Best friend

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Here Gyutaro is your lifelong best friend, you two are chilling in his room while he is scrolling through his phone.

: ̗̀➛ Arranged marriage

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪ô 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤Gyutaro had always struggled with love all his life.. He his the disappointment of his familly as he is not yet married nor have offsprings until he is called to the livingroom and sees you and your father talking with his.

: ̗̀➛ Original

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪ô 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ What would happen if you decided to hunt down the demon who killed your family? What would happen if this very demon took interest in you the first moment you tried to attack him?

: ̗̀➛ University

╰┈➤ You and gyutaro are in university, he is a derenged man, always agressive and violent toward everyone..

: ̗̀➛ Drug dealer

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤You and Gyutaro are ex because of many things.. his addiction for drugs and the fact that he sell those are on of the reasons.

: ̗̀➛ Human

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪ô 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Daki had never been burnt alive.. His mother died a long time ago and he works as a debt collector and he is very good at it becuse of his ugly apparence.

: ̗̀➛ Insecure and incel

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ You and Gyutaro are in a relationship but he really fails to understand what a pretty thing like you is doing with an ugly man like he is.

: ̗̀➛ Babysitting his sister

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤You're the new babysitter his mother hiered but he wasn't aware of that, so what was his surprise to see a complete stranger in his living-room...

: ̗̀➛ Teacher

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is a Math teacher but he hate his job.. he does it just for the money actually..

: ̗̀➛ Demon

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 fantasy world.

╰┈➤ In this world the demons live in the forest, they absolutely hates humans. demons lives in tribes and they have mates. Gyutaro is the son of the chief of the tribe.

: ̗̀➛ Brother of your bestie

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Daki and You are best friend.. her looser of a brother have a big crush on you.

: ̗̀➛ Zombie apocalypse

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ After a big zombie apocalypse you find yourself in Gyutaro's group of survivors, he is the chief.

: ̗̀➛ Naga

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is a naga, trapped in a zoo he is abused and forced to do trics or show himself in front of humans.

: ̗̀➛ Scp

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is a SCP, a bloodthirsty monster, youre the scientist assigned to feed and study this agressive and violent specimen..

: ̗̀➛ Rock star

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘗 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is a rockstar, he is the guitarist of his band and compared to the others he isnt famous at all..

{{the characters I already posted are underlined, just click on it}}

[ihavehomworktodobutimhereinstead]

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕪 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤

long ass list below cut (btw thanks @wretched-meadow for the idea!)

@vincentclark65900: My very first mutual!! Haven’t talked to you in a while, how ya doing?

@salty-and-spiraling: My #1 Dragon Prince yapper

@polskasroka: EPIC yapper #1 (love ya pooks)

@that-0ne-sam: Gimmick blog! 60% of my dash lmao

@pennyroyald: could go on for so long how much I love her platonically. Take care of yourself girly.

@orchid-merryweather: pooks :3

@jaydove-writes: Absolute chaos. No idea what is going on over there and I’m HERE FOR IT

@steph-schuyler: HAMILTON HEhE (occasionally PJO too! Yayy!!)

@iliveinyourfridge67: found them through this post. SDV and PJO fan!!

@whoisenver: Zestiest bestie, also tax evasion (no context for that)

@thatonestarkid/ @erosjournal : Maurders fan, PJO and Valgrace yapper #2!!

@crispyasaurusxx: art yapper :)

@thatgayash: Not doing well mentally. Get better soon Ash.

@imsooooooootired: absolute chaos gremlin <3

@can-i-explode-now: #i want garlic bread is so real lmao

@lillianemerald: MiRacOuLoUs! SiMpLy tHe bEsT- I WaS A GIRL IN A VILLAGE DOING ALRIGHT-

@a-chocolate-eclair: LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE-

@n3rdchi1d: TDP!! YIPPEE

@manicali: AHHhH!!! MANIC!! REBLOGS AND INTERACTS WITH ALMOST ALL OF MY POSTS/REBLOGS- *spontaneously combusts*

@thesweetdevilsamantha: kinda goofy ngl, don’t interact much, but seems cool!

@kk-cats: When did KK spawn in bro? I legitimately don’t remember when we became moots. But our nicknames are similar so.. yeah!

@the-red-hoodlum: Deadpool ig? Blog gets a little real sometimes, but their neat.

@girlypopjazzy: GINGER GINGER WEASLY WEASLY-

@nixthemarshadowreal: 🐝🐝🐝

@aflairforthemelodramaticc: Stopped her from committing suicide :o! Also just realized that they and @jaydove-writes know each other? Neat. (Ps, when tf did you change your pfp I was looking through my moots and got so confused like who is this then I saw the username and I was like ohhh)

@wretched-meadow: SAME TIMEZONE YAYYY!! Big fan of their Valgrace rp!

@toastwithasideofegg: PSYCOLOGY+GREEK MYTHOLOGY POOKIE!! AND VALGRACE HOLY FUCK

@reyna4ever: RARA RP!! (Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma, roma-ma, Gaga, ooh-la-la-)

@mentallyunstablequeen101: SOLANGELO AHhhH!!!( me too bestie, we both unstable-)

@emdabitchass: CAVETOWN RAAHH-

@gryph-the-condor: BAN-ATHENA! AU!!!!(just realized we were moots lmao)

@bunnybryson:CONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONANGRAYCONA-

@123letsgobestie: Met in Valgrace community.

@xxmychemicalmonsterzxx: Met with wattpad refrences lmao

@demigod-jack-hearth: moots with a shit ton of my moots so likely y’all know them

Whew, That took a while! This has been in progress for… brb going to check. FIVE FUCKING DAYS??!!! Love ya moots.

Edit: NEW MOOT EVERY ONE SAY HELLO TO @xxmychemicalmonsterzxx

EDIT #2: WELCOME @demigod-jack-hearth

[fioiswriting]

The sea and the fire

“Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.” - R.F Kuang

Rating : will be explicit 18+ later, MDNI Pairing : Aemond x Velaryon/Strong!niece!Reader, Cregan Stark x Reader later TW : mention of blood, mention of murder. TW will be added as the story progresses. Words count : 4361 AN : Hello everyone! I'm back from the deads hehe. Sorry, I've been busy with a lot of things lately, I've had a couple of exams and I'm also in the process of writing my (second) master's thesis. Sooo anyway, I've written the first chapter of my new fanfic. Yes, it is YET ANOTHER story that involves niece!reader x Aemond and it is adapted from an RP with my girlfriend. If you're tired of this trope, if you're uncomfortable with this dynamic, I suggest you find another fanfic (there are plenty of masterpieces on tumblr anyway!! 💕). It's been on my mind for a long time, and I finally found the time to finish this first chapter. I don't know yet how many chapters there will be or how often I'll post, but I hope you like it! 💕 As always, be nice, I know there are probably some inconsistencies, but we're here to have fun, right? (BTW, I've been bingewatching Vikings and I know the fandom is kinda dead, but I want to write some x readers now)

Also, English is not my first (nor second) language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes!!

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 1 : Silk Street

War of heart - Ruelle 🎶

The streets of King's Landing had the peculiar quality of being both enticing and repelling; like a unique, curious spectacle that you discovered with every hesitant step you took. The smell of fresh fish mingled with that of fire and sewers, tickling your nose with unfamiliar smells. It was new to you, these smells, these sounds too; the hammering of the blacksmith's tools on the metal, the shouts of the merchants, the rolling of the cartwheels on the cobblestones of the winding streets. It was different from what you were used to; the steady rocking of the waves, the calm of the rain, the ups and downs of the tides. The only turbulence in your daily life were the storms you were so fond of, and the thunder, the lightning, the wind that shook the stones and lifted the waves had an untameable yet terribly soothing aspect. 

Unlike King's Landing. 

If it wasn't the natural elements that threatened to unleash their wrath here in King's Landing, it was the unpredictability of the people in the streets, the danger lurking around every corner, the risk of disappearing forever into the shadows of a forgotten alley.

Apart from the hustle and bustle of the forbidden streets you were discovering for the first time after so many years - and the adrenaline rush of breaking the restriction on venturing there - King's Landing was, objectively speaking, a deadly bore. 

But it was still less boring than going round in circles in the castle. 

You knew it was the dream of every lady in the Seven Kingdoms to live within the walls of the Red Keep, for it had been yours for a long time. Back when you lived in your childhood bedroom - the one on the second floor - you had no trouble imagining yourself spending your life in the gardens of the Red Keep, with your husband, enjoying the strawberry cakes and the books in the great library.

After all, you and Aemond were inseparable. 

But in the meantime, fate had decided otherwise, and the mild climate of King's Landing, where you were born, where you celebrated your first words and your first steps, had been replaced by the vagaries of Dragonstone's weather. It was the sea, the storm and the rain that raised you, and it was with your feet in the water, on the shingle, that you grew up. 

Living in King's Landing now was different from anything you'd ever imagined before. 

King's Landing tasted bland. Boring.  

Your mother had promised that the stay would be temporary, a few weeks at most, just to settle some business with Alicent and Viserys - your grandfather. The aim was to find a way to keep the peace between your families, but you weren't an idiot. You knew that the rift between your families was growing wider and wider.

And that one of the only ways to prevent a total, irreparable rupture was a promise of marriage. 

Then again, wasn't it your duty to be sold into marriage, to strengthen the bonds, to carry the family's shaky balance on your shoulders?

You already missed Dragonstone. You missed the sea. You missed walking on cold water.

King's Landing was like a golden prison you couldn't leave because everything around it was too dangerous.

And you were bored. You had been reading. You had been embroidering. You had wandered far and wide through the gardens. You'd listened kindly and attentively to Helaena talk about her insects, and you'd spent several afternoons sharing court gossip with Baela and Rhaena.

You spent much of your time avoiding your uncle. Or watching him from afar.

For he had changed terribly; for better or worse, you weren't sure. You only kept the memories of your shared childhood, somewhere in your heart, like a buried secret, like a triple-locked treasure you'd sworn never to open again. 

The memories were painful. They created a lump in your throat, they kept you awake at night, they made your tears flow.  

And that was why you locked them away and threw away the key that kept them locked. 

You decided you weren't that child anymore - you stopped being that child when you went your separate ways, when you went back to Dragonstone and he stayed here. Now he wasn't the little boy you left either: he had become this cold, tall, ruthless young man. He had that cunning little smile, that air of self-assurance he wore with his head held high and his chin up.

Boredom drove you to follow Aegon into the city. He suggested it and suddenly all sense of reason left your body. Weren't you the most reasonable of your siblings, the most prudent, the most intelligent? An inexplicable feeling had urged you to accept, like two hands behind your back pushing you towards him, like a voice in your head encouraging you to abandon your model daughter's appearance: the call of transgression. Curiosity. The desire to be bold. The danger. For once you were making a decision, your own decision, without your parents or brothers knowing. You were the master of your actions, and in a way, it was an act of rebellion that gave you a feeling of freedom, that awakened a sense of excitement in you.

Ser Erryk protested, of course, when he realised your little ploy, but you had already vanished before he could stop you. You laughed as you followed Aegon, his mischievous smile at the corner of his lips as he led you through the secret passage that allowed you to sneak out of the castle, your hand in the crook of his elbow so as not to lose you. 

And everything went well. You enjoyed your newfound freedom with a mixture of curiosity and fear, your body pressed against your uncle's, the hood pulled down over your forehead. You had the advantage of dark hair - the opposite of the Targaryens' emblematic features. It attracted less attention, you knew it. But your curious gaze, your round eyes that discovered the ordinary life of the lowborn must have intrigued the most observant ones, for Aegon nudged you in the ribs when he caught you looking a little too intently at the work of a craftsman. 

"You make a poor peasant," he whispered in your ear. "Well... You're obviously too pretty to be a peasant, that's for sure. But try to be more discreet." He paused. "Those men are looking at you like hungry dogs" he lowered his voice. You rolled your eyes and patted him on the shoulder. 

To tell the truth, you weren't comfortable with all those men giving you lecherous looks, but Aegon's presence was reassuring. 

He showed you the shortcuts he knew, the secrets, the curiosities of the city, and he talked to you. You wondered if he, too, had changed. You wondered if he'd gone from that stupid, mocking, annoying child to a secretly vulnerable, secretly lonely young adult. You knew about his bad habits; alcohol and sex, but this secret escapade showed you a side of him you didn't know. When had he become nice?

"Wait for me," he said as you looked around. The streets had changed, they had become busier, and suddenly you realised that you were frightened. "I'll be quick. Don't move and keep this on your head." 

You wanted to protest, to hold him back, but your uncle had already slipped away.

You were all alone in the Silk of Street.

Your heartbeat quickened. You weren't sure you'd find your way back, and Aegon had ordered you to stay there, not to move, not to talk to anyone. Fuck.

Fuck.

Had he done it on purpose? Was it a plan he'd been hatching all along, a bad joke he'd decided to play on his niece, on Rhaenyra's only daughter? Was he still the mean boy who bullied his little brother? Or did he actually have a real reason for leaving you there, all alone, in the street where brothels piled up and nobles went to satisfy their needs? 

You were angry at yourself for trusting him. You blamed yourself for being so naive. You couldn't believe he'd really set a trap for you, not after the complicity you'd shared just before. 

Or maybe he was just being Aegon; irresponsible and immature, oblivious to danger, and so stupid as to think that waiting for him here was a good idea.

You sighed. Tears tickled the corners of your eyes with fear, but you tried to chase them away, to swallow them down, to calm your racing heart. The last thing you needed was to draw attention to yourself.

But there were these men all around you, looking at you as if they were ready to pounce. Was this how you would end up, abducted, and sold into a cheap brothel? Murdered after serving the needs of a few old men? You shuddered at the thought. 

The voices around you mingled with the tumult, blurred images drawing unidentified shapes before your eyes, and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself, rubbing your sweaty palms against the fabric of your cloak. 

"So? What do you say, girl?" 

A hand on your waist.

You weren't sure you understood what the man in front of you was saying. The words were bouncing around in your head without you being able to make them out, but his hungry smile was enough to reveal their nature. You froze. He was joined by another man, and you took a step back, then a second. It was as if your body refused to obey you, as if your brain stopped working, and you hated yourself for it. 

You hated yourself for being so weak. 

You had a dragon. You were a Targaryen. So why were you trembling? Why couldn't you gather your courage and run, gather your courage and plunge your dagger into someone's chest, fight and scream?

One of them, the older-looking one, closed his hand around your wrist. 

"Let me go!" You screamed, but the words caught in your throat, escaping your lips like a distorted cry. "Go away!" 

Simple commands that couldn't get through the space between your lips with the authority you wanted. 

You closed your eyes, trying to resist.

Fuck. You were going to die. You were going to be raped and then you were going to die, or be sold into sex work, or -

Something splashed in your face and suddenly you felt free. 

"Didn't you hear her? She said let me go," a hoarse voice growled. 

Your blood ran cold. 

You knew exactly who it was.

That calm but sharp tone belonged to only one person: Aemond Targaryen.

How had he found you? Why had he found you? You opened your eyes instantly, your cheeks still red with shame. You knew you'd been irresponsible, and that wasn't in your nature at all, quite the opposite. But the fact that Aemond had caught you in such a weak position bothered and annoyed you. 

It was supposed to be your secret, your act of rebellious transgression, your forbidden escapade with Aegon. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to be Aemond rescuing you.

You opened your eyes. Facing you, the older man was kneeling on the pavement. He was clutching at his right side, blood trickling through his fingers to the ground. He was suffocating, blood pouring from his lips, but Aemond wiped the blade of his sword with a satisfied smile. 

The crowd had gathered to watch what was happening, a mixture of fear and curiosity on their faces, but Aemond was already hastening to chase them away in a tone that left no room for discussion:

"There's nothing to see," he thundered. "Go away. All of you. Or I'll serve you as food for Vhagar."

The crowd dispersed, frightened; women grabbing their children by the shoulders to force them to move, barefoot beggars hurrying to gather their bowl and few coins to find another place, prostitutes closing the curtains with an irritated sigh, old men almost stumbling, and soon the street was deserted.

Despite the hood that covered his face, you could see the flat line of his grin and the cold, accusing look with which he stared at you. He was furious. 

Perhaps he expected you to thank him, for Aemond approached you without a word. You looked up at him, your cheeks still red with shame. You were too proud to thank him. 

And you were still too angry, too.

Angry at his silence all these years, angry that he'd let you down when you'd stood up for him, angry at the man he'd become. 

"Are you coming or not?" he asked in his icy voice, his hand already closing around your wrist to force you forward, but you didn't move.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, frowning. You'd suddenly regained your repartee. 

You knew you had to calm things down, thank him and follow him in silence. Accept the humiliation and beg for his silence. You knew you were making things more difficult than they already were, but that was Aemond. And once again, in front of Aemond, you had a pride to uphold.

"What am I doing here?" he repeated, his voice sharp. He froze, his dark eyes glaring at you as if you'd just insulted him. Suddenly you felt so small in front of him. "I should be asking you that question," he added dryly, obviously trying to keep the tone of his voice under control. "You're even more stupid than I thought."

The sentence had the effect of a slap in the face, and you felt your cheeks burning. Like a little girl caught red-handed, you lowered your head. What had been going through your mind? Why had you decided to follow Aegon in the first place?

Aemond lifted you with ease and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, as if he wanted to be sure you would follow him, as if he feared you would escape again, as if he didn't trust you. 

And in the end, perhaps he was right.

As he carried you to the Red Keep, your fists pounded on his back. Small blows that he ignored, painless on the width that was his back. 

He seemed to ignore you, perhaps more annoyed that you wouldn't stay still than anything else. But you didn't need him to play the perfect knight, not when he'd been ignoring you all this time. Not when he'd barely spoken to you on your return to King's Landing. Not when he drew a line under your childhood as if nothing had happened. 

Not when he kept harassing your brothers. 

It irritated you. He played the role of the ideal husband-to-be, impassive and calm; as if he'd always been the knight in shining armour he never was.

"You could at least let me go," you sighed, seeing that nothing seemed to disturb your uncle's icy calm. "I know how to walk. "

He had a moment's hesitation where he stopped, and then you felt him readjust your position with a flick of his shoulder. You had no trouble imagining the corners of his lips curling upwards, painting his face with his usual insolent grin, you had no trouble imagining him chuckling at your condition.

"Stop it, you are only making it harder for us," he growled in an authoritative voice. "And if you are not happy, I can always leave you here."  He paused. "I did not know you dreamed of working in a brothel."

The comment was enough to send another wave of heat up your cheeks, colouring them red, but you tried as best you could to keep your composure, as if not to betray your embarrassment in front of the prince. 

You refused to show him that his remark had affected you.

You just gritted your teeth and sighed. 

The position was becoming uncomfortable: Aemond's bony shoulder was digging into your stomach and your legs were going numb, as if thousands of little ants were crawling all over them. 

You hoped no one would see you when you got back to the castle. Your excursion into the city was supposed to be discreet; you weren't supposed to come back with a blood-stained tunic, nor hanging over your one-eyed uncle's shoulders. 

If Aemond knew anything about the impending official announcement of your betrothal, he said nothing, walking ahead of him as if you were as light as a sack of grain.

"Qybor." You whispered again, this time using High Valyrian. Uncle. You hoped the nickname would make him react. "Qybor," you repeated a little louder. "I can walk by myself now."

If the nickname had any effect on him, Aemond didn't show it. But you had no trouble imagining the stupefaction you would have read on his face had you been face to face with him. You were proud of your skills in High Valyrian: you learned faster than Jace, faster than Luke, but then again, you'd always loved books and history, languages and learning. Aemond would probably remember that, it was what brought you together as a child in the first place.

You could see the tall towers of the Red Keep in front of you, their red bricks standing out against the blue sky. From a distance, you could understand the fascination of the people. There was something great, something sumptuous about the sight of this building, and you understood why it had taken three reigns to build it. 

 But despite your pleas, Aemond had not moved an eye. You knew that if your uncle hadn't intervened, you would probably have ended up in a dark alley, or in a filthy brothel, used as a plaything by a bunch of drunken lords, or in the dirty hands of ill-intentioned men. The thought made a lump grow in your throat that you found hard to swallow. 

You were definitely naive and stupid for agreeing to follow Aegon like that. 

Still, you hadn't bothered to thank Aemond.

You had too much pride to thank him, a flaw you'd inherited from your family. 

You were stubborn, never satisfied, and always had something to say. 

But Aemond, it seemed, had as much - if not more - pride than you. 

Your engagement promised to be surprising.

"I am serious, Aemond," you added. It felt strange to call him by his first name when you hadn't addressed him that way for years. "I am a..." strong woman, you wanted to reply, but you chose another word instead, not wanting to give him the occasion to mock you: "independent woman".

As you approached the entrance - you prayed Aemond would choose one of the secret passages, you couldn't bear the humiliation of being carried off like a piece of merchandise by your presumed future husband - he stopped and set you down. His single eye searched your face, as if looking for the slightest trace of gratitude, but he knew he wouldn't find any; he knew it would have been too easy, and he knew it wouldn't have been you. 

You weren't easy. 

Pulling your arm to make you walk faster, Aemond forced you to follow him, around the ramparts, glancing around to make sure no one was following you. He pulled a little harder. "Mandianna," he began, his husky voice vibrating, the tone sending a wave of heat through your lower belly.

There was something incredibly pleasing about hearing the intonations of High Valyrian roll off your uncle's tongue. 

But that was Aemond. And it was out of the question for you to feel anything for Aemond.

Around the bend in the ramparts, out of sight, he slammed you against the wall, both hands pressed firmly against your shoulders to prevent you from fleeing. "What exactly did you think would happen when you went to Silk Street, tell me?"

You knew what he was thinking. That you were irresponsible. That your actions were unworthy of someone of your station, and even more so if you were to be his future betrothed. That he wondered if your time on Dragonstone had made you reckless and wild, that he wondered if he might need to teach you some manners before he could marry you.

His judging gaze swept you from head to toe. As if to say that though your father's legitimacy was often questioned, Aemond knew that you were indeed Rhaenyra's daughter. 

You avoided his gaze, your eyes fixed on a point beside his face. You wanted to say something witty, but the young prince had robbed you of any chance of intelligent thought, and you hated this feeling.

"I didn't think you'd come looking for me, Qybor," you replied with a grin as you looked up at him. "I thought you were a busy man."

You felt his fingers tighten on your shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of your cloak and tunic underneath. Your behaviour was childish, like a petulant brat, but secretly you enjoyed seeing Aemond lose his temper. You liked to push him to his limits. You liked to see the subtle signs of his irritation; the moment when he clenched his jaw, when he straightened his neck, when his breathing quickened.

If you were to marry him, then you would be poison, ready to corrupt his soul.

He grabbed the collar of your linen tunic and pushed you a little harder against the wall. "I thought you were smarter than to follow my brother into the city." His body rigid against yours kept you pinned to the wall.

The expression on his face betrayed his inner conflict: part of him thinking that he shouldn't care about his niece's actions, about you. Part of him reminding that you were soon to be betrothed. 

And you knew that the thought of other men putting their hands on you, on his bride's body was lighting a fire in the pit of his stomach. 

Jealousy. 

Possessiveness.

Aemond was a man driven by duty. On this level, you were the same; the model son and model daughter of your respective families, charged with performing your duties to prevent the gulf that separated your families from widening. 

Both the eternal seconds of your families. 

Both the pride of your mothers. 

Suddenly he released you. His hand found your wrist again and he pulled you through the corridors of the castle. Had anyone caught you now, your hood pulled down over your forehead, your clothes hiding your appearance, they would probably have frowned and wondered if Aemond had suddenly decided to follow in his brother's footsteps, his taste for debauchery, by bringing a common girl or a cheap prostitute into his chamber.

For at that moment, you did not look like the daughter of royal blood that you were, not with your simple linen clothes, not with the thick cloak that covered your body, not with your hair tied up carelessly. You looked like a servant girl, a smallfolk girl, not like the Pearl of Dragonstone that you truly were.

Aemond's fingers burned around your wrist. You wondered if he felt it, too. If you were causing the same effect in him.

But he was impassive, always so difficult to read. He hid his feelings, buried them under a cold, mysterious shell, as if to protect himself. 

He stopped in front of the door that led to your bedroom. Fortunately, the corridor was deserted. You didn't have the courage to face your parents' disappointed looks, you didn't have the courage to realise that you had betrayed their trust, even if, for a moment, you had forgotten your duty, you had forgotten the responsibilities that weighed on your shoulders, you had tasted a feeling of freedom, so new, so delicious. A foolish act of transgression. 

But you were safe and sound, and that was the most important thing.

"You'd better get changed," Aemond suggested. "It would be better if my mother didn't see you like this."

He clenched his jaw. He looked concentrated, as if he wanted to add something, as if he wanted to reprimand you but had to force himself to remain silent. An instant of silence hung between you. The urge to ask him if he was going to report your little escapade burned on the tip of your tongue, but you thought better of it. 

Aemond's single eye was riveted to you. Piercingly. Fierce. 

For a brief moment, a very brief moment, your uncle's ragged breathing caressed your face and your heart raced. 

He was so close.

"Why? Don't you like to see me dressed like a common girl, my prince?" you asked, teasingly. Like a common girl you could bend over in some dark and gloomy street, you thought. But Aemond was not Aegon, and you felt him hesitate, as if the words had taken him by surprise. His hand, about to find your jaw and make you swallow your insolence, had stopped halfway.

You smirk. Aemond had nothing to worry about. For the official announcement of your betrothal, you had planned to wear a dress that would honour your Velaryon origins.

"Rest assured, qybor," you continued, taking a step in his direction. 

Poison in his soul, you repeated in your head. That's what you'd be to your uncle. You took the time observe him, as if studying him, as if imagining the effect the words you were about to say would have on your uncle. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and perhaps with something else. "Your betrothed is still intact for her wedding night," you finally whispered in his ear.

He held his breath. You knew that you would break down, brick by brick, the barriers he'd spent years building around his heart. 

You wanted him raw. 

But before you turned on your heel to enter your chamber, you summoned all the courage you had left in your body and stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on the prince's jaw. 

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, my prince."

And then, you were gone.

[striderskunk]

Birth RP prompts, taken from someone in a birth group. Their post had so many great ideas.

1. labor on a plane

2. labor on a train

3. labor on a bus

4. while stuck in traffic

5. while stuck in a lift

6. while stuck at work

7. on vacation

8. stuck at home

9. planned at home

10. at a celebration / wedding

11. at an award show / gala

12. at the cinema / a play

13. while camping

14. during an important exam

15. during a sport event

16. while running errands

17. during Christmas, Easter, Halloween, etc.

18. while taking care of her other children

19. in a hospital

20. while going to the hospital

21. while being kidnapped

22. during combat.

23. during sex.

+ one baby

+ twins

+ triplets 

+ big babies

ø early

ø on time

ø overdue

ø forced (pressing on the belly/ making the mother walk the stairs/ sex etc)

# baby is breech

# shoulders get stuck

# didn’t realize they were pregnant 

# birth denial

# pushing baby back

– all alone

– with partner

– with friend

- with relative

– with colleague

– with someone who is also pregnant

- in pubic

– with stranger

– with a doctor

– with a controlling/ dominant/ commanding person

–other

≈ while trying to hide the pregnancy

≈ while trying to hide the labor

Labor

Induced labor (non-sexual)

Induced labor (very-sexual)

Early labor

Overdue labor

Long labor

Short labor

Moderate labor

Long contractions

Belly movements

Tight skin

Back pain

Short contractions

Soreness

Nausea/vomiting

Fevers

Carrier panic

Labor denial

Water-Breaking

Pre-labor

During labor

During sex

During birth

Slowly breaking

Fast breaking

Little fluids

Lots of fluids

Massive fluids

Water breaking on the floor

Water breaking over a towel

Water breaking on bedsheets

Waddling while water is breaking

Water breaking over the toilet

A lot of mess

A little mess

Birthing positions

On all fours

On back with legs spread out

Standing (away/towards partner)

Perching on a birthing stool

In the bathtub (away/towards partner)

In a birthing pool

On the bed

In a chair

Squatting while giving birthing (away/towards partner)

On the side

Tied up

In partners lap

Leaning onto something

on a birthing bed

The birth

Screaming

Wailing

Assisted pushing

Tearing

Fundal pressure

Hard crowning

Head sucking back in during birth

Long birth

Short birth

Moderate birth

Waddling while head is crowning

Moans

Grunts

Amniotic fluid gushing

Bearing down

Position change

Long push time

Short push time

Moderate push time

Dizziness/fainting

Breathing exercises

C section

Epidural

Head getting stuck

Shoulders getting stuck

• Giving birth to a baby that's so big, another person has to press on the belly as they push. Also works with a person who is exhausted from birth denial and needs help getting the baby out.

• When the baby drops very low and feels like it might fall out as they walk or stand.

•Having to hold the head back with their hand as they desperately try to find a safe place to give birth. This also goes well with the whole hostile situation thing.

• Being forced to work while heavily pregnant. Bonus if the work is hard and triggers labor.

• Water breaking late in birth immediately followed by overwhelming urges to push.

• Pushing when they can't or shouldn't push at all.

Hope this gives people inspiration ^.^

[pkmoth]

MOTHER ASK-A-PALOOZA OFFICIAL DATES!! [August 4th-31st]

Thank you for your responses on the google form!! Things were surprisingly pretty split between "one week" and "the whole darn month" (and which weeks people could join were also pretty varied) so I think I've decided:

It's going to be the whole month?!

You do NOT have to participate the entire month, obviously. I just don't want anyone to be left out :]

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IF YOU ARE PARTICIPATING:

Reblog, comment, or message me with which weeks (1-4) you're planning on joining, and any other info you want me to add to the masterpost!! It'd be helpful for people to know when to send asks your way!!

I'm personally planning on making a little "intro" post for my temp askblog ahead of time. Feel free to do this as well, and I'll link it next to your name on the masterpost!!

Also, if you want to continue your askblog after the event ends, feel free!! Part of the idea of this event is to give people the opportunity to try out the askblog idea to see if they like it!!

Tag posts relating to the event with [#motherbound-askapalooza]!!

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PARTICIPATOR LIST:

(basically what the masterpost will look like, but it'll be its own post when the event actually starts) (will update as people get back to me!!)

*@pkmoth (weeks 2-3)

*@defector-commander (full month) [FAQ]

@mewunderthetruck (full month)

@pk-ghost (full month)

*@commandernachos (most weekends + fridays) [FAQ]

@turnaboutfromnowhere (full month) [FAQ]

@tonys-room [FAQ]

@twothpaste (weeks 1-2) [FAQ]

*@jefferson-earthbound (full month) [FAQ]

@butacyanide (week 1) [FAQ]

@misticfog (week 1) [FAQ]

*@tanejineri (week 2) [FAQ]

*@stearix-ask-magikin (full month) [FAQ]

@kerushi-lemonz (full month) [FAQ]

*@judgment-days (weeks 1-2) [FAQ]

@nucas-roof (full month) [FAQ]

*@kellanzy (weeks 2-3) [FAQ]

@projectc-114 (weeks 2-3) [FAQ]

@askfuelcas (full month) [FAQ]

*@ask-commander-arild (full month)

@ghostbox99 (full month)

PRE-EXISTING ASKBLOGS:

*@plutothenotdwarfplanet [FAQ]

*@masterporky [FAQ]

*@ask-the-fever-four [FAQ]

*@ask-clausten [FAQ]

*up for rp

[tokufan400]

Mother's Day Part 2

@freeusemuses @ofdarkestdesires @pugsbone @carnyreborn @therealmofamorus @silvers-smuttery @depraved-mansion @darkest-and-deepest-desires @itashiro-hitsuchiha @submissiveking99 @harmonyloveangels1990 @multi-muse-transect @multi-lewder @lewdest-mansion @lewding-paradise @makoto-naegi-stud-and-friends @1-king-many-queens @ask-liam-and-co-rp-zone @delugedecade @submissiveking99 @sinders-paradise

[rainydaypaper]

Hey, I'm Jackie! 23, they/it.

I'm looking for some new partners (18+ only)! I'm pretty flexible and can play multiple characters (but I'll always have one or two characters in particular that I muse), and my reply times are pretty fast. I range from semi to full lit and novella on rare occasions but typically I try to match my partner's length. I RP on Discord with Tupperbox primarily but good old DMs are also just fine! Super chill with ships, mildly dark themes, and wild ideas.

Here are the fandoms I write for:

Osomatsu-san

Adventure Time

Sonic The Hedgehog

Moral Orel

Five Nights at Freddy's

Poppy Playtime

Stardew Valley

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Animal Crossing

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon

Gorillaz

The Secret Saturdays

Ben 10

Generator Rex

MOTHER/EarthBound

Welcome Home

Overtime, I'll be putting out personalized posts for ads, but my DMs are open if any of these catch your fancy! We can discuss boundaries and triggers privately, all I ask is that you don't ghost me.

I'll also be using this blog to make private/aesthetic-related posts on occasion. These will be tagged under #jacqueline's notebook and #knickknacks.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

[ask-the-triple-kill-squad]

GYATT

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