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[viviwkaa]

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[mechanichuntsman]

Finally I can drop these

[fauxfickle]

merica

[meimeikyu]

i should do classwork but alas. no

[finaldawn]

never forget that ss zelda was a knight trainee at the academy too !! girlie knows how to swing a sword and shoot a bow with the best of em !

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[maagicmushies]

naruto even has these sun markings on his palms in kcm, he is pretty definitively the icon of the sun in the series

Meanwhile in canon:

After Naruto and Sasuke's confrontation. Karin who earlier said Sasuke's chakra was cold, must have noticed some change here.

Karin takes notice of when Naruto talks to Sasuke, and afterwards, and talks about Naruto as "bright and warm". Naruto is the one who is associated with sun, light and warm. Not Sakura. These novels just try to take things that Naruto has and does and give them to Sakura in order to make some sense out of SS.

Even here. Sun symbolism.

Even a small detail like this, Kishi drew sun symbol next to Naruto. And what a shocker it's during a moment when Naruto is talking about their relationship/his feelings towards Sasuke, and Sasuke actually listening to him.

And as we know, Sasuke says this to Naruto.

Sasuke also acknowledges Naruto is the only one who never gave up on him and never tried to cut ties with him. Sakura had nothing to do with saving him. It was Naruto alone.

I know these novels try to retcon what Kishimoto wrote, but they can easily be debunked with the manga.

[ki-yomii]

two for the show | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.1k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, implied choking kink

➥ summary | it’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed (aka the fic where you catch jk jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties).

➥ notes | 🙃 this man straight up made me buy a keychain that says jk’s slut. i have no regrets.

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“I’m home!”

Pausing in the doorway, you listen as the barren sounds of your apartment echo back at you; the soft gurgle of the pipes, the metallic rumble of the dryer, the fan on your fridge kicking on with a dying sputter.

Everything’s as you left it, barring the notable absence of your boyfriend.

There’s no low-toned voice ringing out to greet you, no man-shaped golden retriever bouncing over to drape his arms over your shoulder and smother you in kisses.

It puts you ill at ease, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth as you toss your keys on the side table and place your shoes next to his. Jungkook said he’d lounge around until you got back from your errands.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour, and as it was his first day off in forever, he’d wanted to spend it with you.

… Only instead, he’s nowhere to be found.

The couch is empty, the tv dark. No god awful clanking or boisterous humming, so that rules out him taking a shower. Did he get called away to the studio? Though if that was the case, he’d have texted.

Right?

Right - he knows how you feel about him disappearing without notice. So that can’t be it - plus his footwear is still on the rack. 

 Stepping into the kitchen

“Kook,” you call, peeking into the kitchen only to find it just as empty as the rest of the apartment, “you still here?”

There’s no answer.

But what sounds like a faint curse comes from somewhere near the bedrooms, so with a shrug you follow the noise only to freeze.

Your brows shoot up your forehead, and your gut clenches hotly.  A violent, visceral reaction that makes all the moisture flee your mouth.

Surely he’s not… No, there’s no way.

Except then a grunt breaks the tense quiet; smothered, breathless sounds that echo low and wounded into the hallway.

If you hadn’t been standing right outside the doorway, if you hadn’t been looking for Jungkook, the distant humdrum of everyday life would’ve otherwise disguised them.

A warm hush creeps up your neck and pools in your cheeks, leaving your skin altogether uncomfortable; itchy and tight like a nasty burn.

Every tentative step feels like walking on a tripwire, the slightest creak of the floorboards a gunshot. 

It’s a miracle you make it to the end of the hall, your door haphazardly cracked with slats of sunlight spilling across the floor. Seconds later, another grunt - this time louder and filthier. 

It’s impossible to resist the urge to peek around the doorjamb, to see how Jungkook’s pulling those kinds of sounds from his throat, to see what tempo he likes to stroke his cock to when he’s alone.

Mouth full of cotton, your heart lurches while you try to absorb the surreal image presented with difficulty.

With how he’s planted his feet and bent his legs, it’s difficult to get an unobstructed view of what his hand’s doing between his thighs but what you can see?

Well.

“…H-Haaah…ss-shit, that’s…”

It’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed. You only notice the scrap of fabric draped over his chest because of how bright and oddly familiar it is, but you’re too far away to identify it and you’ve got more important things to focus on.

He looks like some wild, half tamed creature come to steal you away; the briar of his hair a dark halo on the pillows, the short strands sticking to his sweat-slick forehead.

Eyes hooded and hazy, he watches as the pink tip of his cock appears through the circle of his fingers with every upwards rut. Mouth slack and rosy, his tongue glimmers like a tempting prize.

It sends you reeling, a gush of slick wetting your thighs the next time you squeeze them. You’re unbearably empty - desire hooked behind your navel. An unscratchable itch that’ll surely drive you mad.

Every time you blink, he’s there waiting behind your eyelids; his cock thick and heavy, curved towards his belly and throbbing with each measured stroke.

His thighs tremble, and his toes dig into the bed spread. “Fuhhhck, baby - baby please, let me…”

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Gonna cum, oh god. Yeah, that’s it just - hnggg - just like that. S’good for me.”

Tatted fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, rucking the fabric up and out of the way. It bunches under his armpits and exposes the cut of his chest, the valleys of his muscled frame.

The muscles bunch and strain with his movements, and you long to sink your teeth in.

“Right there - oh fuck - right there.” His abs clench and his hips flex. “Jus’ like that, come on, baby.”

Digging your nails into your thigh provides distraction - albeit temporarily as he pauses what he’s doing after a few more hurried strokes, the lines of frustration on his face deepening. The hand around his cock slows to an almost glacial pace.

Hooking a finger around whatever’s resting on his chest, Jungkook raises it up to dangle in front of his face - and shock lances through you, quickly followed by an ohmygod, are those… ?

Yes - yes, they are.

No wonder it looks familiar.

All thought processes grind to a halt, your pussy clenching and your knees nearly buckling once you recognize your favorite pair of panties hanging off your boyfriend’s finger.

Anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach, a ferocious heat bubbling to life behind your navel.

All corrupting, all consuming, until you’re shaking with longing.

You never thought seeing Jungkook like this would affect you so much - never even imagined a scenario in which you would, let alone with a pair of your underwear. Though, you also never imagined it would make you as hot and bothered as it does.

No way, no way, no way.

“Mm, so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, spreading his fingers to stretch out the fabric. “Jus’ for me.”

Eyes wide, you watch as he scrutinizes the whorls of delicate lace and sheer panels. He’s not really going to…is he?

Biting his lip, he spares your panties one more long look before working them down his body. His nipples stiffen when they trail down the valley of his pecs, his voice a breathy curse as they tickle the band of his hips, his skin pebbled with goosebumps. 

Holy shit, he is.

You choke on your own spit.

It’s almost impossible to believe that he’s about to jack off with a pair of your panties - that you get to witness it happen for yourself - but then he’s switching hands, and you see how pretty the fabric looks stretched out over the girth of his cock.

The texture must feel amazing because Jungkook full-body shudders, his eyes pinched shut and his brows furrowed like he’s in pain.

He lurches forward, catching himself before he folds in half and takes a shaky breath. His fingers flex, the fabric scraping over his sensitive shaft and teasing his swollen balls. 

He whines. “Oh my fuh - that feels so fucking good.”

What you wouldn’t give to know what he’s imagining right now. Every hitched whimper gets your ears ringing and your legs crossing, the drag of your shirt over your nipples uncomfortable with how hard they are.

Nevermind the state of your underwear - the slightest shift has your folds sticking together, a sticky wet gush you’d love to soak his cock with. 

You don’t even care that he’s getting a little too loud. So what if your crotchety ass neighbor files a complaint?

The sight alone more than makes up for the headache of dealing with management.

Though apparently, Jungkook’s got more consideration for prying ears because he stuffs the corner of his shirt into his mouth.

Stifling a gasp, he locks the desperate noises behind his teeth by biting down and using the fabric to muzzle himself.

His strong thighs tremble when the circle of his fingers meets the base, knuckles white as the crotch of your panties pulls taut over his swollen cockhead. The visual alone nearly ends you.

Why, you think, half-hysterical.

It’s becoming painful to watch and do nothing.

His choked little groan precedes the flex of his wrist - the apologetic glide of his palm as he staves off another orgasm, the angry tip of his erection leaking where it peeks out from the bright lace.

He’s been on the edge of coming for a while with how wet and swollen his cock his; veins thick and throbbing, balls taut and drawn up towards his body.

A punch of desire at imagining all the things he’s gotten up to while you were gone leaves you winded, and you’re barely able to swallow the moan creeping up from deep inside your chest.

It feels like someone sucker punched you full stop. And then replacing those fingers with your mouth - with your cunt - invades every thought until heat crackles down your spine.

Or maybe you should let this play out - have him stain your panties with cum and then put them on, wear them around the apartment until he fucks you over the counter.

It’s a win-win situation, no matter which scenario you pick.

A fresh wave of arousal pools between your thighs, honey thick every time your pussy clenches. Your clit aches for friction, swollen and raw, all while Jungkook continues to drive himself pleasure drunk.

Right now, the slightest touch could make you cry, you’re so turned on.

Keeping quiet as you shift closer to hear the slick, soppy sounds of him fucking up into the grip of his fist is almost impossible, but somehow you clear the doorjamb, the door itself a faint sensation at the back of your elbow.

And then you stop breathing.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears, your blood rushing so fast you swear you hear it thundering through your veins. The air thickens with tension, the musk of fevered arousal heavy in your nose.

Only right as you’re about to crack, one of the sweetest moans you’ve ever heard breaks through his cotton gag. He must hear your stuttered inhale, the grit of your teeth because he freezes. His body becomes a rigid line of tension, muscles coiled.

And then those pretty doe eyes pop open.

Immediately seeking you out, Jungkook swallows and unhinges his jaw. The makeshift bit slips free from his mouth, his shirt fluttering back down to his chest.

A patch of damp sticks to his skin. 

“Baby…” he says, his voice thick with pleasure - low and rough like smoky whiskey - while a flush blooms across his cheeks, “You’re - You’re home…”

Without responding, you take a step into the room. 

The closer you get, the tenser Jungkook becomes - his breath locking in his throat and his eyes falling shut.

At some point, his hand pulls away and tries to tuck your panties off to the side. It’s too bad you’ve been watching the whole time, otherwise he might’ve gotten away with it.

Jungkook clears his throat and scratches at his jaw. “I was just - uh, y’know…”

He trails off, his hands fluttering around his hips. As if there’s a way to hide the excited twitch of his cock or the drool of pre-cum when you stop at the bedside. 

With a faint smile and a raised brow, you ask, “Having fun?”

“I - baby, I’m so…” A muscle in his jaw jumps. “‘m sorry.”

He refuses to look at you.

And that just won’t do.

“Shit!”

Jungkook jolts, a drawn-out moan full of heat ripped out of his mouth when you press your hand over the heated skin of his throat.

All the air whooshes from your lungs and you watch your thumb trace over the swell of his Adam’s apple, enchanted. His body strains up into your tender touch, every hard line demanding you finish what he started.

“Need some help?” you ask, feeling him gulp against your palm. “Sure looks like you do.”

It’s apparent he can barely think, those pretty eyes clouded over in a haze of desperation. Your nails dig into his oversensitive skin to see him flinch, to watch as a shudder rolls down his spine at the delicate bite of pain.

His cock bobs against his belly. 

“Come on, baby. Wouldn’t you like my hand or pussy better?”

“Shit, I -” he groans, tossing a forearm over his eyes. “Why are you like this? You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You chuckle, tracing the swell of his bottom lip, the metal of his lip ring. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Every pass of your hand works your fingers higher until the tips press in at the corners of his mouth.

You repeat yourself, “Do you need some help?”

At the taste of your skin, Jungkook groans; a soft, deep-throated thing that injects heat into your veins. His tongue is soft against the pads of your fingers, wet and cradling.

A lone eye peeks up at you from behind his wrist, hooded and burning.

“… Please.”

[princeysage]

mumbo is LOOKIN! (me too)

saw this ss on tiktok (@lillians__chaos) and i HAD to draw it lmaoo. look out soon for a finished buttercups, scam duo OR mane and kab piece, whichever i finish first ;P in the mean time enjoy these silly scraps #scarass4eva

[cpirits]

★ ━━━━━━ Pegasus hated seeing such a good Saint as the Dragon held back by his own devices, not to say something could be done about his affliction, Seiya WISHED for nothing more than for Shiryu to see again, but he knew it wasn't possible, it wasn't like anything mirroring DIVINE INTERVENTION could make it any different.

"I don't like how everyone else treats you." Way to stick Shiryu with a barb, and put your hoof in your mouth...

Moving inside to sit with the Dragon, Pegasus was quiet as he waited for the tea, hands laid upon the table as he awaited Shiryu's direction; Seiya knew NOTHING about pouring tea the proper way, let alone making it as Shiryu liked to have done. It smelled good, maybe it'd help them relax.

"Ah-- here." Seiya watched him take the pot, and did as instructed, clinking his cup to the front of the pot so the Dragon could pour; Pegasus' eyes watched as tea filled the cup. "I'm good." He said clearly, as the tea reached his desired amount. "Thank you, for having me by the way."

                                 𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌. Shiryu could fault no one for that, this was awkward for him too. Each of the saints, he felt, treated him differently now. Shun was more EMPATHIC than usual; offering to help him in almost everything if he could. Hyoga MINDED his words a lot better---as if he was avoiding the elephant in the room with subtle but noticeable distress. Ikki seemed more PATIENT with him--more than usual, not asking for more than Shiryu could do without being babied. HOW 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 OF THEM. He knew what he was. He knew he was useless.

                                 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 doesn't begin to describe how he felt but & yet, in his behaviors, it did manifest. He was a bit snappier, quicker to agitate & reluctant to ask for help even when it was clearly needed. Even now, after time has passed the dragon saint STILL didn't want to belive this was his fate. His 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 fate. ❛ Don't apologize Seiya, I understand. It is still hard for me too. ❜ He welcomed the change of topic even it was going to be brief; the conversation always had a way of working its way back to the EGREIOUS ELEPHANT.

                                 ❛ Of course. I feel we can both use the tea. ❜ With his palm in front of him on the table, Shiryu lifted it gently & back down again, but away from himself while lips moved soundlessly. He was COUNTING the spaces from his side of the table to the tea pot. It was four spaces away from his side as fingers slowly began to graze the smooth surface of the pot looking for where the IMPERFECTION to tell him where the handle was. He found it & gripped it, raising the pot. ❛ Bring your cup up & clank the front, please. I'll pour for you; tell me when to stop. ❜ STUBBORN. OXEN STUBBORN

[serenity-ren-bliss]

I want my boy back

War is a busy, overwhelming time. It's easy to forget yourself and those around you, to lose yourself in the heat of the battle, and to abandon those important without even noticing.

Fandom: House of the dragon

Prompt(s)/Premise: Fictober Day 2: Neglect - Jacearys Velaryon x Fem!Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst to fluff

Notes: I am so sorry for the delay, it's hell week at my school

Translations: Raqiarzy = beloved Javi Dārilaros = my prince(ss)  ñuha jorrāeliarzy = my love

TW: These men are DENSE, Aegon is referred to as "king", unhealthy relationship dynamics?

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Prince Jacearys Velaryon

When Jace first learn about Luke's death he spiraled into a fit of rage. Nothing seemed to matter more than ending this war and avenging his brother. His fury spiraled in his mind mixed with frustration, over his mother refusing to let him fight, over his status as a bastard, mixing with his protectiveness - his drive to fight off whoever and whatever dares to threaten his family, and the young Prince Jace you had come to love, began to dull into a hardened, frustrated, warrior, one all-clear away from raising hellfire.

He was still your beloved, don't get me wrong, but he was never fully there, never able to enjoy the sweet moments. You felt like he was slipping away slowly. He became short-tempered, unfocused, always ready to fight something, and it became harder and to console him, to live with the mess you could see clouding his brain and consuming him.

Jacearys spent all of his free time training. Swinging swords of metal and wood in a never-ending quest to be stronger, fight harder, to vanquish his enemies. It was watching him train, sweat, trip, bleed, and get back up and ignore his own injuries in favor of continuing that broke you. That made you decide- you couldn't live with this anymore. With watching your betrothed slowly lose himself. Losing you in the process.

You sighed, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face you, his expression softening just a little. You pointed at his side- he had scrapped it rolling on the floor.

"It's just a scrape, love. I'll take care of it later." You shook your head, your eyes hardening, your expression challenging him to dare defy you. He sighed in defeat, sheathing his sword and following you to your chambers. He sat on your bed as you retrieved bandages and ointments. You knew soothing his busy mind would not be nearly as simple, but you couldn't bare to not at least sooth his flesh.

You reached the hem of his shirt, holding his gaze to silently ask his permission. He simply nodded. He let you strip him of his protection, allowing you, only you, to see his soft flesh. that was all you needed. You pulled it up, just enough to see the bloody scrape. It harmed you to see his blood, staining the nearby skin and the cloth of his clothes. With a sigh, you picked up a wet towel, pressing it to the scrape.

"You mustn't be so harsh on your body, Jace." Your chiding was laced with concern as the towel soaked up the blood. You put it aside, producing a jar of ointment and gathering it on your fingers to press into his flesh. You continued gently scolding. "It pains me to see you harmed so casually. You need to rest." Jacearys only rolled his eyes, his expression stern, jaw set. "I'm fine, raqiarzy." You raised a skeptical eyebrow, as if to say 'really?'. You sighed, putting the ointment down and started wrapping him with bandages. "Jace, you are burning yourself out. I can see it in your eyes, Javi Dārilaros. You've been so tense... you need to rest."

Jacearys scoffed, reaching a hand out to hold your face, forcing you to look in his eyes. "I'm fine, Javi Dārilaros. I need to be as strong as I can. To protect you." "And to avenge Luke." You said the quiet part out loud, watching as his expression tightened. "But Luke wouldn't want this, Jace. I don't want this."

You sighed, looking into his eyes, searching for a second for that soft, young love you adored in Jace. "You're losing yourself, I'm losing you. We haven't been able to just be young and in love, not since this war." It was selfish, to want to be carefree and in love in a time like this. But at your age, when this world seems so big and so dangerous, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. "Jace, it feels like your slowly walking away from me, like my prince, the man I love is buried under your desperation for vengeance. Is it too much to ask for you to just take a break, and just be my betrothed again?"

Jace's expression softened, that love slipping back into his gaze. The gaze you finally began to recognize those eyes again. He sighed. "If it truly matters that much to you, my darling... then alright, I will rest with you more." You smiled, leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips. He chuckled, pulling you closer to press another.

Prince Aemond Targaryen

Aemond was ruthless. In a way he didn't truly understand. His mind poisoned with grudges, the world around him seemed to be against him, making fun of his torture, refusing to allow him to find comfort. He found himself admiring his uncle Daemon, violent and strong, protective and glorious. He steeled himself, making that who he needed to be. All in a bid to protect you.

You, the one thing this cruel world seemed to be nice enough to let him have. The person who knew him better than anyone, who cared about him in a way no one else ever came close to. You who he adored more than anything. Who he dedicated himself to doting on.

Until the war came. Aemond, as acting Prince regent, was in charge of battle, of strategy, and of protecting his people. Though he cared little for that last one- the smallfolk and courts could be wiped out and he wouldn't shed a tear- it was you he was interested in protecting. Only you.

Still, he wanted power. And his position was the perfect door to grasping it. With Aegon... unfortunately out of commission (a development he played no part in whatsoever...allegedly), Aemond was now the highest power on court. And he threw himself into this power. Day after night, scheming, planning strategizing, over war tables, papers, training grounds gripping quills and markers and swords.

You began to loose sight of him. You'd see him a few times, watch him train or bring him a plate of food, but he barely acknowledged you. He didn't come for meals, tea, or walks. You watched him slowly dawn that scheming smirk more and more, and it slowly became all he was. Cold, calculating, ruthless.

You'd sit in the garden and paint the flowers or play music- things he used to come and watch. He was fond of the sight of you so calm. Seems he has since lost interest in the fickle things. You were fine with that.

Fine with not seeing him, with living in barely content silence, in biding time for this war to finally be over. Because he promised you - once this is over you will be happier than ever. And you wanted to believe him. So you did. You trusted your husband more than anyone. So you were fine.

Until one night, when your forced air of content cracked. You had gone to sleep in the cold bed, your husband still occupied by his work. Your sleep was light- as it usually was these days. Until it wasn't. They came suddenly- screams of fire and blood. And then vanished just as fast as you snapped awake.

The sun had yet to rise, the room was dark and eerily silent. You tried to return to your slumber, sleep of the sight, but it didn't come easy. You tossed and turned and you couldn't seem to drift off. Till eventually you couldn't bare how the room seemed to suffocate you, and you slipped on a robe. You figured a walk in the gardens would do you some good- or a glass of water.

That was until you walked past the only lit room in the castle. Aemond was standing at the war table, mumbling angrily to himself as he thought of plan after plan only to scrap it when he saw the gaping holes. You watched him work, as the gears in his mind turned you found your longing for his touch grew tenfold. You wanted to approach him- to seek the warmth of his embrace and the soothing melody of his voice.

You sighed, entering the room quietly.

"Husband," Your voice was heavy with sleep as you approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come to bed." Aemond sighed, turning to face you.

"I'd wish for nothing more, darling, but I must finish this." You shook your head. "Finish it later, I need you." He sighed fondly, putting down his pen. "Alright, only for you, ñuha jorrāeliarzy."

He followed you back to the room, allowing you to pick him out nightclothes and letting himself relax in bed for the first time in a while. You curled up to him, resting your head against his chest. He smiled, welcoming you.

"You're awfully clingy tonight." His voice was laced with jest, and in your tired state you could barely respond with more than a small smile. "I miss you. You're awfully busy these days." He sighed. "I'm sorry about that, ñuha jorrāeliarzy. You know why I must be vigilant." You hummed in acknowledgement, but he could tell you weren't as content as you seemed. "How about we break our fasts together and then spend some time in the gardens?" "I'd love that."

King Aegon Targaryen the 2nd

You knew when you agreed to marry Aegon, things wouldn't be easy. A product of years of neglect, harsh rumors, and emotional and verbal abuse, Aegon was far from a good man. Cold, ruthless, lacking any form of empathy or respect. At least at first. You knew, more than most, that Aegon was, in a lot of ways, a child. Attention seeking, emotional, in some ways, mostly malicious ways, playful.

Over time he learned to let himself be nicer with you, sweeter. To trust that unlike his mother, his father, his grandfather, or anyone else in his life, you wanted him. You believed that he could be someone amazing and you loved that someone. That was until the war broke out.

Between the stress of his new position, the constant warfare, the chastising of his mother and the courts and the insulting of his brother, Aegon spiraled. He turned to sinful pleasures of alcohol and whores, became violent, snappy, cold. And you tried, Gods you tried, to support him.

You endured the drunken slurs, and the alcohol on his breath, the screaming and the crying, the violence. Praying to the Gods, believing in your husband, that one day you could coax the man you love out of him. But that day never came.

Slowly, you lost faith. By the end of the year you stopped trying. You stopped cleaning his dirty, drunk, body, you stopped listening to his rambles, you stopped trying to spend time with him. You were tired. Tired, and fed up, and done trying for a marriage he valued so little.

You didn't think Aegon cared. He seemed to care so little for his surroundings, you assumed he simply didn't notice your lack of presence as you retreated into yourself, preferring isolation over sitting at a cold supper table, the man you once loved so close yet so far, listening to the Dowager Queen scold him. You spent meals in your chambers with your thoughts and your books. You slept alone in your bed, feeling cold and empty. It was dull and lonely.

That was till one night, the maid who would usually come to bring you supper came empty handed.

"Your grace requested you in the dining hall, my Queen."

You were confused, hesitant, dreading it almost, but you agreed. You didn't wish to anger your husband. The walls of the hallways were deafening as you walked. You entered the hall, looking around at the near-empty seats, your husband being the only one present. You hesitantly sat down in front of him, simply bowing your head at him. His expression was cold, almost glaring. You ate in an awkward silence, neither of you finding words to fill the air.

When you had finished, you stood up, intending to return to your chambers, when you were stopped by the feeling of a hand on your wrist.

"Do you truly loath spending time with me so much?" Aegon's gaze hardened as you avoided looking in his eyes, refusing to touch on the swirl of emotions that pooled in your chest. Your husband had none of that, his hardened gaze turning into an angered glare at your silence. "Answer me, Wife. Do you truly despise me so much you'd rather hole up in our chambers than be even in the same room as me? Do you truly find the sight of me so revolting!?"

You didn't. As much as his behavior upset you, you could never bring yourself to truly hate your husband. But for some reason when you tried to speak the words, your throat felt lodged and the words stuck.

Aegon took your silence as all the answer he needed. He seemed to deflate with defeat, before letting you go. "Go then, leave me." Your opened your mouth to speak, desperately looking up at his eyes, reaching out for the man you loved, but he had none of it. "I said GO!" You flinched, the boom in his voice striking a fear in you that just a few months ago you never imagined you'd have. Not of him, at least. You nodded, before turning on your heel and running out.

He came home drunk again that night. More drunk than he'd been in a while. He smelled of beer and sweat and other things you didn't even want to think about. Not when you knew there was only one way they could stain his skin. No- that was still to heartbreaking a vision.

You had tried to just go to sleep, hope things would go back to the dullness in the morning, but you found yourself restless in his absence. He entered your chambers with a wobble in his step. You sat up to face him, ready to have to stand up and drag him to the bathroom, like every night he chose to drown in sin. However, this night he didn't make himself a nuisance in that way. He strode right up to the bed, and collapsed beside you.

You reached over, softly pulling his hair out of his face. You expected the usual mindless drunk stare- not the sadness that plagued his blue eyes. He reached out, grabbing your wrist, and yanking you so you lied against his chest, his skin warm and sweaty, but after the initial shock, there was something oddly comforting about him holding you in his arms.

"Why do you hate me?" You hated the sound of his voice. He sounded defeated, broken. Like a kicked child. You sighed, finally finding the words you had so wished to say.

"I don't hate you, Aegon. I just... I hate seeing you like this. You're always drunk and you've become miserable- and it's making everyone else afraid of you. I love you, you know that more than anyone. But your spiraling. And I've been trying my hardest to help you, but... it feels like you don't want to be helped. Like no matter how many times I sober you up, you will always get drunk again. It's tiring."

Aegon sighs, his grip tightening. " It's... hard. Now that I'm supposed to be king, she expects everything of me. I never wanted this, neither did my father." You nodded. It's true, the late king had always been vocal about Rhaenyra being his heir, even after he found a son. It was Alicent who refused to give up Aegon's perceived birthright. It was Alicent who had so little belief he could be anything but a drunkard, but who also scolded him like she expected better. She never did. She always acted like he was a lost cause, she never taught him. It was his mother's fault he was unable to be a normal adult. And here you were, picking up the pieces of her failure. Because despite his rough edges, you knew the Aegon who hid buried in years of abuse- you knew the man you loved.

"I can help you. Only if you let me." He grunted in approval. a

[funkyyylizard]

whiteboard doodlesss

i was drawing another wriothesley [the pic after this] THEN SAW MY FRIEND START DRAWING NEUV NEXT TO MINE AND I??!?!?!? 🙀 quickly switched up the poses 😼😼

the wip i scrapped

full that i didnt use bc phone ss is so crunchy hehe

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

-  Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood,  they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

[ferroalloysexporter]

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[slutforpaladins]

enemy knight who takes you captive and has to tie you up a bit to keep you from squirming and trying to fight back (as adorable as your attempts are, prince/ss). they could simply bind your hands and feet together, leaving you with at least a scrap of dignity, but you keep testing their patience so they have no choice but to force you into a much more uncomfortable and compromising position.

is this what you wanted prince/ss? to be on your knees, pathetically wet holes on display for anyone who walks past to see?

[indigos-stardust]

Violet and Blue Bruises: Catfight

part 1 / part 2/ part 3/ part 4

Expectation:

(used a base found online made by AlexBaxtheDarkness on DeviantArt)

Reality:

Click for higher quality^^ Reblogs appreciated <3

The Tea:

The second that the two made contact, any hope of a somewhat peaceful resolution was lost. Blue immediately tackled Vio.

It was no duel. There's only nasty scraps, pushing, hard hits, and a pathetic scramble for leverage over the other, each barely managing to shift the tides before the other makes another move.

The bruises blossom, painting their skin with every forceful hit against furniture, floor, and bone. Fingers dig into soft skin, deep and piercing. Not as piercing as their f*cking screeching though. Shadow's been a bit bored recently just, sitting there being a shadow, so this? This is glorious.

He isn't quite rooting for Blue even though he still sees Vio as the traitor he is (okay, he understands why Vio betrayed him but still!! it hurt a lot okay?!), but honestly? He was gonna reevaluate all his feelings, because this? This was beautiful.

Sure, the losers spent several minutes practically rolling around like pigs trying to get any easy marks they could, but the second Blue got the upper ground (literally, Blue took a lot better care of himself than Vio and his strength definitely showed it, with how he was able to pin Vio down despite Vio's erratic squirming and clawing) - Oh man, Vio seemed trapped. How nice.

Blah blah blah, " What pissed you?!" blah blah blah garbage from Vio about, "Just giving what's due you dull headed-" and more blah blah blah something about, "YOU"RE SUCH A GREEDY COWARD, you aren't and never were there when we needed you!"

Honestly, where was the real drama? No ironic wordplays?

Blue clearly wanted to get this situation under control. So, he decided to very calmly and reasonably inquire, "WHAT 'S YOUR DAMN PROBLEM YOU STUPID *SS PIECE OF NERD?"

Honestly, Shadow hadn't ever known Blue could be so eloquent! It would be upsetting though if the fight ended this early, so for the first time he offered a small prayer to Hylia. Perhaps she could influence and spur on her pathetic little light worlders to keep the scrap going? And oh did she answer his prayers-

Like poetry in motion, Vio practically pierced Blue's shoulder with a fierce and rapid bite. A perfect twist of the head, just the perfect amount of force- and at the most perfect spot to induce the most pain without any real injury! Shadow had taught him that... He remembered.

F*ck Blue, Vio might suck but this was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen!

Of course, now they were both standing again! And in a new bigger territory! THE LIVING ROOM!!! Shadow hadn't been this thrilled since he died!!

A whirling heavy book smashing against Vio's skull followed a war cry of, "MAYBE THIS"LL TEACH YOU A LESSON ON HOW TO NOT BE A TOTAL D*CK!??" Pure poetry, if Shadow had a mortal form, he'd be wiping tears! Though he doesn't know if it be from laughter or pure joy!

OOH PERFECT THEY SMASHED RED'S NEW MUG? Ohohoho more dangers on the battlefield~~~(not to mention it could spur on another fight for whose fault it was later! this was like what? Red's third "new favorite best mug!" because all his favorite mugs always break?)

Shadow was just enjoying the show, excited for the grand finale- Someone was going to throw a chair!! He had to see how this would end-

The front door slams open. Green busts in, eyes panicked, face flushed. Red anxiously trying to look inside behind the frozen Green.

They freeze.

Oh.

Oh no.

lmso I might make part 4 later today or tomorrow lol