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comatosebunny09 · 2 months ago

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soft kitty, warm kitty [ one ] | sylus

— summary: the one where the adorable stray cat you take in is not all that he appears to be. — cw: silliness, fluff, slight injury and blood mention, shapeshifting, hybrid au, self-indulgent af — now playing: carousel - evgeny grinko

There was this pretty stray kitty you’d been feeding and playing with outside your job for three or so months.

At first, it wasn’t your biggest fan. It spat, hissed, and swiped at you whenever you got too close—you learned to carry band-aids in your bag from thereon. But it still quietly nibbled on the food you left out when you were at a safe distance. You made a point to refill its bowls each time you came to work. Started leaving a cardboard box with a solar-powered heating pad outside to help it battle the glacial nights that often befell the city.

Eventually, it grew accustomed to you. With baby steps, it came closer and closer each day, sometimes perching itself on the bench you sat on during your lunch or smoke breaks to keep you company. With time, it allowed you to pet it. Its ivory fur was surprisingly soft beneath the street sludge and grime it accumulated throughout the time you knew it. It also had striking, scarlet eyes you brushed off as a genetic mutation. Plenty of weird animals inhabited the city, so an uncommon eye color wasn’t particularly unsettling.

The adorable stray only allowed you to touch it, reverting to its initial attitude when your coworkers got too close. It seemed to specifically take a liking to you, bunting its little cranium against your hand and ankles, marking you with its scent, grooming you with its barbed tongue, and purring like the low rumble of a Mustang.

Finally, you decided to catch it. You noticed a red, crusted ring adorning its tiny ankle. It must’ve been injured. You weren’t sure how long it would survive on the streets before infection set in, and your caring instincts were screaming at you to save it.

So, you did.

It was surprisingly easy to lure the little guy into a cat carrier with treats. It crawled into the bag effortlessly, almost as if it wanted to be rescued. That afternoon, you took it to the vet. They cleaned its foot, gave you cream and antibiotics to ward off infection, updated its shots—the whole nine yards.

It had also been revealed to you that your feline friend was a boy. The vet offered to neuter him, but you staved it off, promising to return later. You could barely afford the bill he racked up from his treatment alone.

With a warm smile, you cradled the carrier, holding your new companion in your lap as you rode the subway. The pretty, sedated feline purred nonstop on the commute home.

It took some time to adjust. Of course, you hadn’t expected his transition to succeed overnight.

When you gave him his first bath, he wasn’t the happiest camper. He adorned your arms with angry, red streaks to illustrate his discontent. His coat was lustrous and white beneath the grime and fleas. And though he was initially a hissing, snooty ball of fluff following his bath, he purred continuously when he curled up beside you that night in your bed, seemingly grateful to be off the street.

You find with time that old habits die hard.

You bought him a red leather collar to compliment his eyes. With it came a bell and pendant, and your address was carved into it. The little guy loved to slip out of your apartment at night, often returning to the streets he was so accustomed to. He always came back, sometimes days after disappearing. He brought you little presents, ranging from dead mice to shiny, crimson gems that looked like they could’ve been worth a fortune. Snowball, as you had fondly named him, was truly a marvel. He was adjusting to domestic life well, but you didn’t stifle him when he wanted to spend his nights perusing the city and stirring up little cat mischief.

You were grateful for the company. You’d been living in the city for about a year, having relocated to its heart for your job. You didn’t have any family in the area, so you relied heavily on your coworkers for social interaction. Otherwise, you were on your own.

It was pleasant to have a little fur ball bouncing around your home, knocking things off your dresser, shacking up in your pantry, or hiding under your dining table, ready to attack your ankles. He brought excitement to your otherwise humdrum life, keeping you on your toes while curling up at your feet, expressing his gratitude for everything you’d done for him thus far.

You were content despite your solitude, looking forward to what your furry companion had in store for you each day.

You awaken to sunbeams coloring the space behind your eyelids. To the melody of birds chirping and cars occasionally easing by on the street.

A quiet smile rounding your lips, you reach beside you to pet through familiar tufts of white. Snowball routinely curls up next to your head on the pillow when you sleep. You haven’t yet opened your eyes, so you’re a little caught off guard when his fur feels slightly shorter than usual.

Still, you wear a smile as you fondly coo at your kitty, your voice rough with sleep. He doesn’t purr in response, which is strange given his purr motor’s always been broken. He never knows when to stop. Perhaps he doesn’t feel well today?

Cautiously, you pry your eyes open, your vision blurry from the sun's rays. Through the haze, you ingest a familiar wash of stark white. Your eyesight gradually corrects, and you can discern shapes and colors. Upon taking in the scene beside you, you stiffen, your silly little smile frozen in place.

On the other side of your bed, where Snowball would usually be roosted, quietly waiting for you to stir from your slumber, lies a tan stretch of skin. Recognizable red eyes watch you beneath short, swept lashes, blinking sluggishly, a humored cant to pink-petaled lips.

Reality slowly trickles in. There is very much a warm-blooded man beside you in place of your darling feline. Your smile melts away, traded for something of confusion. And once you’ve fully processed the moment, you do what any logical person would do given this situation: you scream.

The strange man beside you winces, a searing, heavy hand shooting out to cover your mouth. Your voice dies in the back of your throat, and the stranger takes you in with mild irritation donning his features.

“Must you be so noisy?” he grouses, the rough slide of his voice furling in your stomach. You blink owlishly at him, his hand still clamped over your mouth.

As the adrenaline spuming through your body tempers, and you’ve taken more time to breathe and assess your situation, you fully observe the intruder. And with a mixture of horror and confusion, you intake a familiar set of ivory, tufted ears twitching atop his head.

Again, you let your instincts guide you, and you do what one would typically do in this situation: you reach out to tweak said ears, confirming the familiar glide of silken fur beneath your fingertips. The stranger sucks in a breath, jerking away from your prodding. He fixes you with an iron gaze that pierces straight through to your soul. A look you’re all too familiar with, Snowball having pinned you with it at random times throughout your day.

You scream again, the sound of it muffled behind the meatiness of the stranger’s palm. Only, this is no stranger.

Is this—is this Snowball?

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sarrvad · 2 years ago

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natalievoncatte · 2 months ago

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Lena felt something crumble inside her. Kara was sitting in the Tower, head bowed and arms resting on her thighs, staring at her own hands. Her cape lay unclasped and thrown haphazardly over the back of the couch, and it was covered in scorch marks like the rest of her. Her new sleeveless suit revealed bruises running up and down her arms, already fading to a sicky yellow.

Alex let out a low sigh of relief as she removed the bomb collar from Lena’s neck and gently placed it in a sealed container, which J’onn immediately took and flew directly out of the tower. When he returned he said, gravely, “Kara. You can let go now.”

Lena looked away from the gruesome sight as Kara released the contents of her hands and let out a choking sob.

“He made me. He made me.”

Alex took the… the…

Well. They called it a dead man’s switch for a reason.

There was a heavy pause.

“Give me the room,” said Lena.

“Lena,” Alex admonished, “we need to get you cleaned up, make sure you’re okay, that the gas didn’t-“

“Please?”

Lena looked at her with pleading eyes and Alex relented at once, brushing at her own, swiping back angry tears. Lena knew what would happen: Alex would pummel the hell out of a heavy bag and then go home to Kelly.

Kara would have to bear this herself.

Alex put a hand on Nia’s shoulder and motion for J’onn to join her and left Lena with Kara.

Lena stood and crossed the room to the sink, finding the biggest bowl she could and a wash cloth. Taking it, she knelt in front of Kara and very gently took her right hand and began washing away the blood.

Kara said nothing. The water soon turned pink, flicked with bits of blood too dry to dilute. It took a lot of effort to get all of it off, especially clingy bits in the creases of her palms and knuckles.

Kara stared at her clean hands.

“It shouldn’t be that easy,” Kara rasped. “I took a man’s life tonight.”

Lena shifted to sit on the floor in front of her and brushed back her hair, running her hand gently over the fuzzy side that Kara had recently buzzed. She tucked the longer locks on the other side back and behind her ear.

“Look at me.”

Kara met her gaze, eyes wet with tears.

“You did what you had to do.”

“How could he be so stupid?” Kara whimpered. “I couldn’t do the things he was demanding. I couldn’t hurt people for him.”

“I know.”

Kara fell back against the sofa and pounded her thigh her with her fist, and Lena felt the impact in her chest. Kara winced and looked down at her.

Lena lifted herself up and sat down beside Kara.

“I know what this feels like.”

There was a brief flash of confusion on Kara’s face, then… “Lex.”

Lena nodded. “I killed my brother to protect you, and I’d do it again.”

“I should have found another way,” Kara whispered. “I’m always supposed to find another way. I just… I just snapped. When he said he’d let go and set off the bomb on your neck, I didn’t even think, I just…”

She looked down at her hands.

“I’m a killer.”

Lena took Kara’s hand in both of hers and lifted it, always amazed how the strongest being in the solar system just… let her. She brought Kara’s palm to her cheek and rested against it, letting Kara’s warm fingers curl tenderly against her skin.

“Maybe. I won’t tell you that you’re not, but that’s not all you are. You’ve given so much, sacrificed so much, endured so much pain, and you’ve always been so wise and kind with your power. Lots of people would have gone down a darker path with the gifts that you have. I would have.”

“You never went down the path. You came back. You came back to me.”

“I always will.”

Kara’s face fell and the crying began in earnest. Lena pulled her in and carded through her hair with her fingers and whisper-sang a half remembered Gaelic lullaby from her mother while Kara let it out.

“I can’t live without you,” Kara admitted. “I tried it once and it was hell.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“Lena, I lo-“

“Shhhh,” Lena whispered. “I know, darling. I know you do, and I do too… but don’t say it now. Not like this, not because of this, not now. Wait for a happy time. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, when we wake up.”

“I’ve wanted to for so long, but I was so scared.”

“I know, I know, Kara. It’ll be alright. Everything will be alright and you can do it right, when we’re both ready.”

“Okay,” Kara choked out, “but I can’t wait so long. I waited too long already and I want to keep you forever.”

Lena smiled, pressing her cheek to the crown of Kara’s head.

“Well, when you get around to asking me I’m sure I’ll say yes.”

That worked, it seemed to calm her. It took a while before the hitching stopped and Kara could sit up and walk to drink a glass of water, before the layers and layers of armor she’d built up around her fragile soul were starting to raise themselves again.

She made good on her promise, though, pressing a ting Kryptonian phrase into Lena’s ear as they lay curled in a mound of comforters and blankets in the sun in Kara’s loft.

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novaursa · 20 days ago

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The Second Daughter (raven across the realm)

- Summary: You were born as a second daughter under the watchful eye of a full moon. And just like the moon you were beautiful—and cursed to exist only in the dark.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: stone by stone

- Next part: the golden lion

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @l3thal-l0lita @alkadri-layal @ninihrtss @barnes70stark

The day dawned quiet, with the soft hum of the ocean breeze carrying through the open windows of Casterly Rock. The faint scent of salt mixed with the crisp air, and the castle seemed to stir at a slower, more deliberate pace. You sat in the solar, sunlight pooling at your feet as you rested in a cushioned chair. Marna and Alys were nearby, quietly folding linens and speaking in hushed tones. Jason had left to attend to some pressing matters of the Rock, promising to return before long.

But as the morning wore on, a strange sensation began to stir within you—subtle at first, a faint tightening low in your abdomen that gave you pause. At first, you thought it was nothing more than the discomfort that had become common in the later weeks of your pregnancy. Yet as the minutes passed, the sensation returned, a stronger, more insistent pressure that made you clutch the armrest of your chair.

Marna noticed first, her keen eyes catching the change in your posture. She set down the linen she was folding and moved closer. “My lady?” she asked gently, her tone laced with concern. “Is something the matter?”

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself. “I’m not sure,” you admitted, your voice soft. “It’s… a pressure. It comes and goes.”

Alys dropped the sheet she was folding, her face pale as she hurried to your side. “Is it the baby?” she asked, her voice rising slightly. “Should we fetch Maester Halford?”

You nodded faintly, another wave of pressure building. “Yes,” you said, your breath hitching. “It feels… different.”

Marna was already moving toward the door, her steps quick and purposeful. “I’ll fetch him at once,” she said over her shoulder, disappearing into the corridor.

Alys knelt beside you, her hands hovering uncertainly as though unsure whether to comfort you or prepare for something more. “It’s going to be alright, my lady,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “The maester will be here soon.”

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand on hers despite the tightening in your abdomen. “I know,” you said, though your own voice held a hint of nervousness. “It’s just… sooner than I expected.”

Moments later, the door burst open, and Jason strode in, his hair slightly disheveled from his hurried steps. His eyes swept the room, landing on you immediately. “Y/N,” he said, crossing the distance to kneel beside you. “What’s happening? Are you alright?”

“I think it’s starting,” you said, your voice calm but strained. “The baby…”

Jason’s jaw tightened, though his hand was gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You’re sure?”

Marna appeared behind him, followed closely by Maester Halford, who carried a leather satchel of supplies. The elderly maester’s expression was composed but focused as he approached.

“My lady,” Halford said, setting his satchel down and gesturing for Jason to step aside. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

You described the sensations as best you could, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair as another wave of pressure rolled through you. Halford listened carefully, nodding as he placed a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“It seems labor has begun,” he said, his tone calm and measured. “The early stages, at least. It may be some time yet before the child is ready to come, but we should prepare.

Jason stood behind you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “What do we do?” he asked, his voice firm but tinged with worry.

Halford glanced at Marna and Alys. “Bring fresh water and clean linens. Ensure the chamber is warm but not stifling. And send word to the wet nurse—we may need her before long.”

Marna and Alys nodded, hurrying to carry out the maester’s instructions. Jason crouched beside you again, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re going to be fine,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “I’m here. I won’t leave your side.”

You managed a faint smile, your hand finding his. “I know,” you said, gripping his fingers tightly as another contraction built. “I’ll be alright, Jason. I have to be.”

Halford straightened, his tone gentle but firm. “We’ll move her to the birthing chamber now. It’s better to have her resting there as things progress.”

Jason nodded, sliding an arm under your shoulders to help you stand. The movement was slow, deliberate, as you leaned on him for support. Each step toward the birthing chamber felt heavier, the reality of what was to come settling in your chest. Yet Jason’s presence beside you, his strength and steady reassurance, gave you the courage to keep moving.

As you reached the chamber, the maester and the servants bustled around, preparing for the hours ahead. Jason helped you onto the bed, his hand never leaving yours.

The midwives moved quickly yet methodically around the room, their soft murmurs blending into the steady hum of activity.

You lay on the bed, propped up with pillows, your face flushed and glistening with perspiration as another contraction rippled through your body. Marna held your hand tightly, her voice calm as she whispered soothing words in your ear. Alys stood nearby, ready to fetch water or towels as needed, her youthful face pale with worry.

Jason stood at the far side of the room, his eyes fixed on you even as he spoke in low tones to Maester Halford. His posture was tense, his shoulders squared as though bracing for battle. The maester, his expression calm but focused, gestured toward a table where his instruments and remedies were laid out.

“The contractions are regular now,” Halford said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. “She’s progressing as expected, but this stage can last for hours—or longer. Your wife is strong, my lord, but we must be patient.”

Jason nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Is there any sign of trouble?” he asked, his tone clipped. “Anything I should know?”

Halford shook his head. “So far, everything is proceeding as it should. But childbirth is always unpredictable. The midwives are experienced, and I’ll be here the entire time to ensure nothing is overlooked.”

Jason exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I trust you, Halford. But if anything changes—anything—you’ll tell me immediately.”

“Of course, my lord,” the maester replied with a slight bow.

Nearby, Lady Leonella Lannister sat in a high-backed chair, her hair arranged in an elegant braid despite the late hour. A goblet of watered wine rested in her hand, though she had barely touched it. Her discerning eyes flicked between Jason and the bed where you labored, her expression a mixture of concern and composed strength.

“Jason,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the air. “Pacing the room won’t help her. Come sit, at least for a moment.”

Jason turned to his mother, his brow furrowed. “I can’t just sit, Mother. She’s—” He broke off, his gaze flickering back to you as another contraction gripped your body, your soft cry filling the room. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “She’s in pain, and there’s nothing I can do.”

Leonella’s expression softened, and she gestured for him to approach. “You can be here,” she said gently. “You can give her your strength, even from across the room. She’ll feel it, Jason. Believe me.”

Reluctantly, Jason crossed the room to stand beside her chair. His mother reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “This is the hardest part for you,” she said quietly. “Watching and waiting. But Y/N is strong. She’ll see this through.”

Jason nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on you. “I know she will,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

Across the room, the midwives hovered around you, their hands gentle but firm as they adjusted your position and wiped your brow with a cool cloth. “You’re doing well, my lady,” one of them said, her voice calm and encouraging. “Just breathe. In and out, slow and steady.”

Your grip on Marna’s hand tightened as another contraction rolled through you, and your breath came in short, uneven gasps. “Jason…” you murmured, your voice strained but steady.

He was at your side in an instant, kneeling beside the bed and taking your free hand in both of his. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet determination. “I’m right here, Y/N.”

You turned your face toward him, your expression weary but resolute. “It feels… like it’s getting closer,” you said between breaths.

Jason nodded, his grip firm and steady. “You’re doing so well,” he said, his tone a mixture of pride and awe. “I’m so proud of you.”

Behind him, Leonella watched with a small, knowing smile. Though her gaze remained vigilant, she seemed reassured by the sight of her son at your side. She turned to Maester Halford, her tone low but firm. “Ensure everything is prepared. My son’s child will be born into this world with no complications.”

Halford bowed slightly, his hands already busy arranging his tools. “Of course, my lady. Every precaution has been taken.”

Jason’s focus remained entirely on you, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as he whispered quiet reassurances. The hours stretched on, each moment both agonizingly slow and fraught with anticipation. Yet through it all, Jason never wavered, his presence a constant source of strength as you faced the final stages of labor together.

Your cries, though pained, were steady and determined, a testament to your strength. Jason knelt beside you, his hand tightly clasping yours, his eyes never leaving your face even as the midwives worked tirelessly.

“You’re almost there,” Jason murmured, his voice low but filled with conviction. “Just a little more, Y/N. You’re incredible.”

A final push brought the room to a standstill, followed by the sound of a newborn’s wail—a strong, piercing cry that seemed to echo through the chamber. Relief and awe flooded the room as the midwife carefully lifted the child, her experienced hands cradling the tiny, wriggling form.

“It’s a boy,” she announced, her voice filled with warmth and reverence.

Jason exhaled, as though releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His gaze locked onto the child as the midwife brought him over, the newborn’s small body wrapped in a soft linen cloth. The boy’s skin was flushed pink, his tiny hands curling into fists as he cried with a vigor that made Jason’s chest swell with pride.

Jason reached out, his hands steady despite the tremor of emotion coursing through him. As he cradled his son for the first time, the weight of the moment hit him fully. The boy had a crown of soft, silvery-gold hair, a perfect blend of his parents’ lineage. His eyes, though tightly shut, bore the faintest hint of lilac—a gift of Targaryen blood.

“Y/N,” Jason whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he turned to you. “He’s perfect.”

You were exhausted, your body trembling from the effort, but your lips curved into a soft smile at his words. “Let me hold him,” you murmured, your voice faint but insistent.

Jason nodded, carefully lowering the baby onto your chest. As the newborn’s cries softened, his tiny face nestled against you, a warmth spread through the room. You reached out with trembling hands, your fingers brushing over the baby’s delicate features—the curve of his cheek, the soft down of his hair, the tiny button of his nose.

“He’s beautiful,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks as you trailed your hand gently across his face, memorizing every detail. “Jason… describe him to me.”

Jason sat beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders as he gazed at the child with a mixture of awe and love. “He has our hair,” he said softly, his voice reverent. “Silver and gold, like moonlight. His eyes… I think they’ll be lilac, like yours, though it’s hard to tell just yet.”

You smiled faintly, your fingers brushing against the baby’s tiny hands as they gripped instinctively at your touch. “And his face?”

Jason’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder as he continued. “He has a strong jaw, but it’s soft now, rounded. His nose is small, delicate. And his lips…” He chuckled softly, the sound warm. “They already pout like he’s displeased with the world.”

You laughed weakly, the sound filled with joy despite your exhaustion. “A true Lannister, then.”

Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “He’s perfect, Y/N. A lion with dragon’s wings.”

The baby stirred against you, his tiny cries quieting as he settled into your warmth. Jason reached out, his fingers brushing over the child’s hair. “Aemerys,” he said suddenly, his voice steady. “We’ll call him Aemerys Lannister.”

You turned your face toward him, your smile widening. “Aemerys,” you repeated softly, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer. “It’s perfect.”

Jason leaned in, his forehead resting against yours as the two of you gazed down at your son. The room around you seemed to fade, leaving only the three of you in the glow of the moment.

As Aemerys stirred in your arms, you whispered softly, “Welcome to the world, my little one.”

The birthing chamber had grown quieter, the frantic energy of labor giving way to a peaceful stillness. Maester Halford worked methodically, tending to both you and the newborn, his hands steady and experienced. Alys and Marna moved about the room, their voices soft as they fetched fresh linens and warm water. The scent of lavender and herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the faint cries of Aemerys as he shifted in your arms.

Jason stood by your side, his hand resting gently on your shoulder as he watched you cradle your son. His expression was a mixture of pride and protectiveness, his green eyes softening each time he looked at the tiny bundle in your arms. He seemed reluctant to leave, even as a soft knock came at the chamber door.

Lady Leonella stepped inside, her elegant figure silhouetted against the torchlight in the hallway. Her golden hair was impeccably arranged, though her expression carried the weight of something pressing. She approached quietly, her gaze flicking briefly to you and the baby before settling on Jason.

“Jason,” she said softly, her tone carrying an unspoken urgency. “May I speak with you outside?”

Jason hesitated, his hand brushing lightly over your hair before he turned to his mother. “What is it, Mother?” he asked, his voice low to avoid disturbing the tranquil atmosphere.

Leonella gestured toward the door, her expression unreadable. “It’s best discussed in private.”

With a final glance at you, Jason reluctantly followed his mother into the corridor, the heavy door closing softly behind them. The stone hallway was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the walls. Leonella turned to face Jason, her eyes studying him carefully.

“Damon has gone,” she said without preamble, her voice calm but firm. “He left with a small party of our family to attend Allard Reyne’s wedding. They should have arrived by now.”

Jason’s expression didn’t shift, his features remaining cool and composed. “Good for him,” he said simply, crossing his arms. “I assume he’s enjoying the spectacle.”

Leonella raised an eyebrow at his disinterest. “You know Allard will be disappointed that the Lord of Casterly Rock isn’t present. He’ll use it to sow discord, claiming you’re too arrogant to attend his grand affair.”

Jason shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Let him,” he said dismissively. “If Allard wants to throw a tantrum over my absence, he’s welcome to it. The birth of my heir is far more important than indulging his ego.”

Leonella tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she regarded her son. “You’ve changed, Jason,” she said quietly. “A few years ago, you might have felt compelled to attend, if only to keep appearances. Now, you don’t seem to care what Allard thinks.”

Jason met her gaze, his green eyes unwavering. “Why should I?” he asked. “Allard thrives on attention, on playing the game of petty politics. But I don’t answer to him. My priorities are here, with my family. Aemerys and Y/N mean more to me than whatever fleeting power play Allard thinks he’s making.”

Leonella’s lips curved into a faint smile, and she nodded approvingly. “You’ve become a true lord, Jason. Focused on what truly matters.”

Jason’s smirk widened slightly, though his tone remained serious. “I’ve learned that nothing is more important than the people who depend on me. Let Allard have his feast. I have my legacy in my arms.”

Leonella stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “And a fine legacy it will be. You’ve done well, my son.”

Jason inclined his head, the faintest hint of a smile softening his stern features. “Thank you, Mother.”

With that, he turned back toward the chamber door, his steps purposeful as he reentered the room where his world had shifted forever.

His gaze immediately fell on you, resting against the pillows, Aemerys cradled protectively in your arms. A soft smile curved his lips as he approached, the weight of his earlier conversation fading into the background.

He reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, his touch light and affectionate. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

“Tired,” you admitted, your voice faint but warm. “But happy.”

Jason smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “You’ve been incredible, Y/N. Truly.”

The sound of the door opening behind him drew his attention, and he turned to see his mother, Lady Leonella, entering the room with her usual composed elegance. Her gaze immediately fell on the newborn in your arms, and her expression softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through her usual poise.

“May I?” she asked gently, her gaze flickering to you and then to Jason.

You smiled and nodded, shifting slightly to allow Jason to take Aemerys from your arms. He lifted the tiny bundle with practiced care, his movements steady as he carried his son to his mother. Leonella reached out, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she took her grandson for the first time.

“Oh, Jason,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she gazed down at the baby. “He’s beautiful. A true Lannister.”

Jason stood beside her, his arms crossed but his expression softened. “He has some Targaryen in him, too,” he said with a faint smile. “Lilac eyes, just like Y/N.”

Leonella chuckled, her gaze never leaving the child. “A perfect blend of lion and dragon,” she said softly. She ran her fingers lightly over Aemerys’s tiny hand, marveling as he instinctively gripped her finger. “It saddens me that your father isn’t here to see this moment. He would’ve been so proud, Jason.”

Jason’s expression flickered, a shadow of loss passing briefly over his features. “He would’ve been,” he agreed quietly. “But he’s here in spirit, Mother. I feel it.”

Leonella nodded, blinking away the moisture in her eyes as she rocked the baby gently. “Your father always said you’d lead our house to greatness, Jason. This little one is proof of that.”

Maester Halford stepped forward, his voice calm but purposeful. “I’ll send a raven to King’s Landing at once,” he announced, bowing slightly. “His Grace will want to hear of his grandchild’s birth.”

Jason turned to him, nodding curtly. “Good. Ensure the message conveys the strength of the child—his health, his Targaryen blood. My wife has brought honor to both our houses.”

Halford inclined his head. “Of course, my lord. The news will be delivered with all due reverence.”

As the maester moved to the writing desk in the corner, Leonella continued to hold Aemerys, her expression filled with a quiet joy. “He’s strong already,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over the baby’s soft hair. “I can feel it.”

Jason smiled, placing a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “He’ll need to be. The world won’t be kind to a child who carries the weight of two great houses.”

Leonella looked up at her son, her gaze steady. “Then it’s up to us to ensure he grows up knowing his worth—and his strength. He has a great legacy to uphold.”

Jason nodded, his eyes drifting back to you as you watched the scene with a tired but content smile. “He will,” Jason said firmly. “Because we’ll make sure of it.”

Leonella returned to the bed, carefully lowering Aemerys back into your waiting arms. As the baby nestled against you, his tiny face serene, Jason sat beside you, his hand resting lightly on your knee. The three of you, along with Leonella, shared a moment of quiet reflection—a family united in purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Excerpts from Fire and Blood: The Triumphs and Trials of the Reign of Viserys I Targaryen

The Birth of Aemerys Lannister (116 AC)

Grand Maester Mellos writes:

“It was in the sixth moon of 116 AC that a raven arrived in King’s Landing, its wings bearing news of great joy. From the towering heights of Casterly Rock, Lord Jason Lannister sent word that his wife, Princess Y/N Targaryen, had given birth to a son, healthy and strong. The boy, named Aemerys Lannister, was declared by his lord father as a union of lion and dragon, a testament to the strength of both House Lannister and House Targaryen.

King Viserys received the raven in the Small Council chamber, where he read the letter aloud to those present. ‘A grandson!’ he exclaimed, tears glistening in his eyes. ‘And a fine name he has been given—Aemerys, after his Valyrian ancestors.’ The King, ever sentimental when it came to his family, declared a feast to celebrate the birth, summoning the court to rejoice in this union of the two great houses.

The news was met with mixed reactions in the capital. Many lords and ladies expressed their congratulations, seeing the child as a promising bridge between the might of Casterly Rock and the fire of the Targaryens. Yet, others whispered in corners about the child’s claim. Though young Aemerys would hold no direct claim to the Iron Throne, some speculated that his Targaryen blood might someday stir ambitions among his descendants.”

Mushroom, the fool, offers his account:

“When the King read the letter, his face lit up like a man twenty years younger. I daresay the old fool wept into his wine that night, toasting the babe more times than I could count. ‘Aemerys,’ he said, ‘a name worthy of a dragon.’ But not everyone at court shared his joy.

Prince Aegon, that proud boy, was none too pleased. His favorite sister had gone off to the West to wed that golden-haired lion, and now she’d birthed a cub of her own. I saw the boy storm from the hall, muttering about how ‘Jason the Golden Lion’ was stealing what rightfully belonged in King’s Landing. The lad may have been nine, but he had the temper of a dragon—though not the strength to back it up.

Princess Helaena, sweet and strange as ever, seemed more curious than anything. She asked what color the baby’s hair was and whether he would ride a dragon someday. As for Prince Aemond, he was quieter, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the court’s murmurs. ‘A lion with dragon’s blood,’ he said once, to no one in particular. I couldn’t tell if he was impressed or suspicious.

Oh, and Queen Alicent? Ever the picture of composure, she offered her polite congratulations to the King, though I noticed her knuckles turn white as she gripped her goblet. It seems she wasn’t as thrilled about her stepdaughter’s success as she pretended to be. The Queen had hoped for a more… loyal match, perhaps. But who could object openly when the King was so elated?”

Grand Maester Mellos adds:

“The celebration at court lasted for three days, marked by feasts, dances, and toasts to the health of the newborn Aemerys. Yet, beneath the merriment, subtle tensions brewed. Prince Aegon’s displeasure was noted by many, his moods growing more sullen with each passing day. The young prince, though beloved by the King, harbored a deep attachment to his sister Y/N, and her departure from the capital had left a void he was unwilling to accept.

Princess Rhaenyra, ever protective of her younger sister, expressed her own concerns privately to the King. ‘Childbirth is dangerous,’ she reminded him. ‘We must pray for her continued health.’ Her fears were well-founded, given the fate of their mother, Queen Aemma, yet Viserys waved away her worries, declaring that Y/N was strong and in good hands.

Despite the undercurrents of discontent, the birth of Aemerys Lannister was hailed as a triumph, a symbol of unity between the houses of dragon and lion. As ravens flew across the realm, carrying news of the child’s birth, lords and ladies from all corners sent their congratulations, along with speculations about what this union might mean for the future of Westeros.”

Mushroom concludes:

“The birth of Aemerys Lannister was not just the joining of two bloodlines. It was the spark that would light a fire—one that might burn bright, or burn all it touched. Only time would tell whether the lion and the dragon would share their den peacefully, or if their roars and flames would one day shake the very foundations of the realm.”

The Shadow of a Lion-Dragon (116 AC)

Grand Maester Mellos writes:

“While the court of King’s Landing celebrated the birth of Aemerys Lannister with feasting and toasts, far to the west in the halls of Castamere, another gathering took place—one less jubilant for its host. Lord Allard Reyne’s wedding day, long anticipated for its spectacle and grandeur, was darkened by the arrival of a raven bearing the news from Casterly Rock.

The announcement of a Lannister heir, born of a Targaryen princess, overshadowed the marriage festivities, casting a long shadow over what should have been the proudest day of Lord Allard’s life. Many who had come to honor his union with Lady Marissa Lefford found their attention drawn instead to the implications of the child’s birth. A boy of Valyrian and Lannister blood was a rarity, a symbol of power and unity that few could ignore.

Lord Damon Lannister, uncle to Jason and acting lord in his nephew’s absence, was among the first to raise his goblet. ‘To Aemerys Lannister,’ he declared loudly, his voice ringing through the hall, ‘a lion with dragon’s wings, born to bring strength and fire to our house.’ His toast was met with cheers from the Lannister party and murmurs of unease from others.

Tyland Lannister, younger twin brother to Jason and a member of the King’s Small Council, was also present as an envoy from the capital. Ever sharp-tongued and observant, Tyland followed Damon’s toast with one of his own. ‘May young Aemerys grow strong and wise,’ he said, his words laced with an unmistakable edge. ‘And may he remind us all of what true power looks like.’ Though his tone was measured, the room caught the underlying provocation, and many turned their eyes to Lord Allard, whose face had grown visibly tense.”

Mushroom, as always, offers his own account:

“Oh, how I wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall at Castamere that day! Allard Reyne, strutting like a cockerel in his crimson cloak, had planned a feast to rival the greatest in the West. But when the raven came bearing news of Aemerys’s birth, it was as though a storm had blown through the hall.

The fool thought his wedding would cement his standing among the lords of the Westerlands. Instead, the talk of every table turned to the lion-dragon born at Casterly Rock. Guests who had traveled far for Allard’s feast whispered of the child’s Valyrian blood, the strength of his lineage, and what his birth meant for House Lannister. Even Lady Marissa, poor thing, couldn’t hide her discomfort as her new husband’s fury simmered beneath the surface.

And then came the toasts! Lord Damon, always the one to speak plainly, made his allegiance clear with his bold praise of Jason’s heir. But Tyland—oh, Tyland! That one knows how to twist the knife. His words were a clever blade, sheathed in politeness but sharp enough to draw blood. ‘True power,’ he said, and Allard’s knuckles turned white on his goblet.

By the end of the night, Allard looked ready to storm Casterly Rock himself, though I doubt he would’ve made it past the gates. A lion of Castamere he may be, but against the might of the Rock, he’s little more than a cub.”

Grand Maester Mellos continues:

“It is said that Lord Allard’s mood darkened further as the evening wore on. While his guests continued to toast and dance, his mind lingered on the implications of the news. The birth of Aemerys was not merely a personal triumph for Jason Lannister but a public declaration of the strength and unity of House Lannister under his leadership.

Toasts continued throughout the night, with many guests offering polite congratulations on the wedding but lingering longer on the significance of the newborn heir. Tyland, ever the diplomat, ensured that no slight against Allard was made openly, but his words planted seeds of unease that would not soon be forgotten.”

Mushroom concludes:

“Oh, and the bride? Poor Lady Marissa tried her best to salvage the evening, smiling and curtsying through it all, but even she couldn’t keep her husband’s simmering temper from casting a pall over the night.

Mark my words, dear reader: Allard Reyne’s wedding feast will not be remembered for its music or its wine but for the raven that stole his moment. The lion-dragon born at the Rock cast a long shadow that night, and it’s a shadow that still lingers over Castamere to this day.”

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visionsthatdance · 5 months ago

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Support for Western North Carolina

This is the text body of an email from Carolina Jews for Justice, a grassroots organizing group based in Durham, NC. I thought I would share it here.

Monetary Donations = Direct Aid

Please consider making donations to the following mutual aid and support efforts or on-ground organizations, and please share widely:

Day One Relief is mobilizing and a trusted source sending direct aid via plane to hard hit spaces.

*Monetary and Direct Item Give*

Donate to Day One Relief

Operation Airdrop

Mutual Aid Disaster Relief

Triangle Mutual Aid (coordinating with Asheville Mutual Aid)

BeLoved Asheville - needs funds and is coordinating volunteers with trucks who can drive supplies to people, out of 32 Old Charlotte Hwy Asheville, NC

Organizing Resilience (benefits Down Home NC, and other rural organizers doing the deep, year-round work, and partaking in community assessment surveys right now)

Items Needed

Water

Life Straws

Chainsaws

Heavy-duty storage totes

Heavy-duty tarps (the blue ones are less good)

Generators

Roofing nails

Baby formula

Non-perishable food

Manual can openers

Coolers

Gatorade

Wire brushes

Trash bags (the heavy ones are sometimes called "contractor bags")

Brooms

Mops

Laundry detergent

Washboards

Batteries, power banks

Mosquito spray

Toilet paper

Dehumidifiers

Box fans

Solar charging items

Diapers, baby wipes

5 gal buckets

Respirators and N-95 cartridges

2x4s

Bleach

Drop-Off Locations

Triangle Area

+ Carrboro, NC:

Back Alley Bikes

100 Boyd St, Carrboro, NC 27510

Open Tues - Sat. 11am to 6pm

+ Durham, NC:

The Scrap Exchange

2050 Chapel Hill Rd, Durham, NC 27707

10:30am - 6pm Tue-Sun.

Art Post

718 Iredell, Durham NC 27705

Starting Monday, Sept. 30th

Open Monday-Saturday 12-6pm

Maverick’s Smokehouse and Taproom

900 W Main Street, Durham NC 27701

*on street parking and free parking available in Brightleaf Square Lot*

Sunday 11am-9pm

Monday-Tuesday 11am-2pm

Wednesday-Thursday 11am-9pm

Friday-Saturday 11am-11pm

+ Raleigh, NC:

RUMAH

415 Hillsborough St., Raleigh

Drop off during events. See calendar on website raleighmutualaid.info

Triad Area

Taking donations over the next few weeks. Accepted Items include: sports drinks, hydration packs, baby wipes, diapers, baby formula, bug spray, sunscreen, plastic utensils, manual can openers, large trash bags, non-perishable foods, cleaning supplies, plastic sheeting/tarps, toothbrushes and toothpaste, toiletries/sanitation items, pet food, hand sanitizer, sanitizer wipes, feminine hygiene products, heavy-duty work gloves and unworn socks.

+ Greensboro, NC:

GetOutdoors Pedal & Paddle

1515 W Gate City Blvd., Greensboro NC

AND:

241 Summit Avenue

11am - 1pm Tuesday-Friday

+ Lewisville, NC:

The Coffee Mill

6275 Shallowford Road, Lewisville, NC

Charlotte Area:

+ Concord, NC:

Drop offs for Operation Airdrop at Walmart Parking Lot

5825 Thunder Rd NW, Concord, NC 28027

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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Whumpuary Day 17-18

Prompt: Headache (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

You had not been home long when Daryl came shuffling through the door. He had gone on a run, leaving at the ass-crack of dawn but they were back by early afternoon with two boxes of medical supplies as fruits of their labor. Then he had been helping to move the solar panels and work on the battery hookup with Eugene. You were certain he was thrilled about that.

You knew he hadn’t stopped; hadn’t told anyone he needed a break. It’s just who he was. Help until the job was done. It was a given that he’d be exhausted. You’d let him relax, maybe shower, while you made a quick dinner.

Except… he stumbled after closing the door, the tips of the fingers on his left hand pressed against his temple. He didn’t so much as wave before depositing himself face first onto the couch, long legs hanging over the edge of the cushions. If it wasn’t so out of character for him, you’d find it comical.

“Uh, hi.” You leaned into the room before actually entering. “Rough day?” There was a muffled mhm. “Hungry?” Another muted answer, but this one was mm-mm. God, you wanted to laugh, but that would need to wait until you found out a little more about why your boyfriend came home and immediately attempted to suffocate himself on the living room furniture.

You knelt slowly, rubbing your hand over the warm leather on his back. You were pretty sure the next noise was a sigh.

“Are you okay?” You ventured, probing a little more while leaving space in between questions so as not to irritate the archer. You thought he might have said super and was a bit dry, but it was hard to tell with the thick fabric pressed against his face.

You shifted to properly sit on the floor, moving your hand in random patterns over his back. Maybe if you were patient, he would decide air was a good thing and sit up to enjoy it. You didn’t have anywhere else to be. It took about five minutes for him to very slowly roll his head toward you, expression drawn and eyes squinted. Uh oh. Your Dixon sense was tingling.

“What’s wrong?”

He visibly attempted a scowl but gave up after only a brief effort. “Head.”

Oh, the jokes you could make. Not the time, Y/N.

“Headache.” It wasn’t a question. It was blatantly obvious after he’d given you a clue. Judging from his flushed skin and the tension nearly vibrating over his form, it was a bad one. “Okay, just a second.” Daryl didn’t normally get headaches, so you were unsure how to treat one in a man that never complained and despised feeling weak or vulnerable. As you pulled the shades and closed the curtains, you glanced back at him.

Weak was a fitting word. If a herd plowed through right now, he’d probably thank them when they started to eat him.

With the room sufficiently darkened, you crouched in front of him, brushing his hair away from his eyes with a barely there swipe of your fingertips. “I’m going to go get a few things for you. Just relax here until I get back.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled, his arm falling away from where it had been tucked at his side. He let his hand hit the floor with little care. “Don’ need ta go outta yer way. M’good.”

A tilt of your head and tender smile should have been enough of a response, but just in case it wasn’t. “You know better than that. Sit tight.” You backed away from him in case he was about to offer any other objections but he surrendered and turned his hand with a thumbs up.

You made a list in your head as you shuffled around the house. Pain killers. Tylenol would be okay but you were hoping for one of the stronger ones he’d been given when he’d broken his ribs. He was just as stubborn then so there were probably at least a couple left.

While on your search, you were passing by other things you needed. Washcloths. The small basin that you reserved for cleaning him up when he came home bloody. And eureka! Pills!

You contemplated getting him some comfortable clothes but the less he moved right then, the better. As an afterthought, you toed off your boots, quieting your steps significantly when you descended the stairs. If he noticed you bypassing him to disappear into the kitchen, he didn’t voice it. He’d need a glass of water to take the pills though you were certain he wasn’t beyond swallowing them dry. You filled the basin with cool water as well and strategically balanced your burden while padding back into the living room.

Placing the items on the end table, you leaned down to press the most gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyes were closed but you were almost certain he wasn’t asleep.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to move around for just a minute and then you can stay still as long as you want. Deal?”

“Don’ wanna.” He groaned, reminding you very much of a grumpy toddler. Your hands drifted to his shoulders, pulling up as gingerly as you could to motivate him.

“Come on.” His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched against the throbbing in his skull. Those things were counterproductive when dealing with a headache but if you could get him to take the pills and lie down more comfortably, maybe he’d relax a little. “I got the leftover strong ones so this should start helping pretty quickly.”

“Okay.” He was so quiet and looked so small at that moment. You wanted to wrap him up and hold onto him forever. He held out his palm and you handed over the medication, barely getting the glass in front of him in time for him to swallow with the water.

“Okay, now you get pampered.” You crawled to the far end of the couch next to your supplies and sat, patting your thighs. “Your pillow awaits, handsome.” You were barely able to stifle the giggle when he rolled his eyes before promptly pressing his palm against his forehead with a drawn out whine of ow.

He stayed silent while stretching out on his back, his head resting on your lap. You smiled down at him while one hand dipped cloth into the water and squeezed out the excess.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you.” You were gentle and careful when lifting his head slightly to place the cool cloth over the back of his neck. He winced at the movement regardless, making you frown. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” He murmured, but you still felt a pang of guilt.

The second cloth now wrung out, you folded it and placed it over his eyes. When he melted deeper into the couch with a sigh, you grinned triumphantly. That part out of the way, you pressed two fingers, gently but firmly, against each of his temples and began massaging the area. You could feel the pulsing there, so too much would not be beneficial. You began to alternate between that and carefully scratching your fingernails over his scalp to stimulate blood flow.

After no more than five minutes, before you even needed to rewet the cloths, he was softly snoring on your lap. Still, you continued, determined to make sure the headache was gone before stopping.

An hour later, you had removed the cloths and stopped massaging. Your fingers carded idly through his hair as he slept. He had turned onto his side and pressed his face into your stomach, not a single line of pain left showing.

Daryl so seldom got to relax that seeing him like that and just being able to take it all in was something you found you wanted to do over and over again. Maybe you’d start being more appreciative of the time you could spend watching him sleep in the moonlight from the bedroom window. You knew that was going to be your new favorite bedtime ritual.

A deep breath drew you from your thoughts and back to him, his eyes fluttering but barely opening.

“Thanks, sunshine.” He whispered against your shirt, back asleep before you could reply.

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

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storytellingbadger · 24 days ago

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My messy process for drawing that zero people asked to see XD ...

Sketch #1: just shapes, zero definition. The scruffier, the better - it adds movement and flow, and I neaten it up later. All about composition, character proportions, checking sizes/heights, who's going where, etc. If I'm happy with a character's shape but not their placing or pose, I just select and drag around.

Sketch #2: go over the bare bones with an equally scruffy but more detailed sketch. I've got references on hand for hands, my greatest nemesis - I still screwed up Solar's hand here, but oh well, every day's a school day. Experiment with expressions, wrinkles, hand poses, double-check character references to add in details I'd otherwise forget later (individual eye shape, markings, etc.)

Depending on the complexity, I may do a third sketch, but not needed here. I don't want to have to make changes at the lineart stage when clean-up takes twice as long, so this scruffy stage takes a while.

Lineart: weirdly, I love sketchy styles, but am completely incapable of doing them myself. I prefer sharp lines and crisp edges, so I use a small, pressure sensitive brush in deepest black, and annihilate it with the eraser tool to taper edges and add sharp detailing. I also play with sharpening filters to get the resolution I want.

Colour: I add a fill layer beneath the lineart in a colour that's not going to feature on the characters at all. This means I can a) get into the nooks and crannies and erase any overlap from the select tool, and b) any missed spots when I colour in will stick out like sore thumbs, so I don't leave gaps for background to shine through in teeth or sclera etc. I then colour on top of that. I keep it simple, only adding variety and shading to the eyes and odd detailing - bells, buttons, etc.

This will sound bloody obvious, but adding colour can change the whole look and feel of the picture. For example on this piece, once colour had finished, I realised the lack of neck ruffles made Solar look weirdly exposed compared to the equally shirtless Eclipse, like he'd been interrupted getting ready for a shower or something. So a rescue shirt was added! (You can see shirtless Solar on the original post here.)

Background: I'm allergic to drawing backgrounds so I speed-run with shapes and textures, mucking about until it looks good enough. I have no idea why but I'm adding borders to all my drawings at the moment, so that goes in too. Normally I also add a white border around the characters, but not for these refs.

And ta da. Nothing special, but works for me! Moment of silence for Solar's haunted hand.

#drawing process #how I draw #belabour the sketch stage to save a life in lineart land #why are hands so wickedly difficult #you can never have too many expression details #tsams solar #tsams eclipse #sun and moon show

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newenglaandsolargreen · 5 months ago

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solarcleaning · 6 months ago

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5 Features to Look for in a Solar Panel Cleaning Brush for Enhanced Efficiency and Durability

Solar panels are a significant investment that offers a sustainable way to generate electricity. One of the essential maintenance tasks is regular cleaning. Choosing the right solar panel cleaning brush in India can make a significant difference in maintaining the efficiency and longevity of your solar panels. Here are five key features to look for when selecting a solar panel cleaning brush to enhance efficiency and durability.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year ago

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Hi Maddy!! I hope you're having a good day. I wanted to request something for parenthood, but not really parenthood. Shin and Akiko, being the children they are, ask a bunch of random questions to their Kaasan Shinobu before actually bringing up a question she can answer: How her and Y/n met. I was curious about that because it gets brought up often. Then, in a flashbacky sort of way, Shinobu recalls how her and her wife met. I hope this request is good! Thank you!

Parenthood Prt5: First Encounter

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Prt4 I finally managed to finish something! Warning: Brief mention of drinking underage. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy! Word Count: 3,193

Shinobu inhaled deeply through her nose, stretching and switching from laying on her left side to her right, pleased to find that Yn was still in bed too when her arm draped across the other woman’s torso. She shuffled a little closer, a contented sigh leaving her lips when her lips found her wife’s nape. She wished every morning could be so peaceful. Usually it was them struggling to get the kids ready for school and then booking it to their respective jobs, but today, they were both off and could enjoy the simple pleasures of a lazy Sunday.

Oh how naïve a thought.

“Hmm? What was that sweetie?” Yn mumbled tiredly, slowly bringing herself into a more wakeful state.

“I didn’t say anything, dear. Go back to sleep.” Shinobu spoke in a similar tone, eyes still glued shut. She wanted to milk this moment of peace for all it was worth.

“I frew up.” A water-y voice that Shinobu recognized as Shin spoke up for apparently the second time.

Ah… well… easy come, easy go.

“Oh, honey,” Yn started to get up and Shinobu mourned the escaping warmth as if the sun itself was packing its bags and leaving their solar system, “Go to the bathroom, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Shinobu heard the shower get turned on and turned to lay flat on her back, glaring up at the ceiling as if it was the reason her son was sick. She did that for a minute or two, braving herself to leave the comfort of her bed to gather up Shin’s bedding and whatever else hadn’t survived his spew.

She shuffled into the bathroom briefly to take Shin’s pajamas and leave fresh ones on the counter, cooing at her poor boy in the tub and stroking his hair briefly before chastely kissing the crown of Yn’s head, then continuing her disinfecting journey.

As she finished wiping Shin’s floor clean, she heard a cough from Akiko’s room and Shinobu’s shoulders slumped. She softly knocked on the butterfly decorated door.

“Bee, are you awake? Can I come in?”

“Kaasan…” Akiko whined from inside, another barking cough nearly shaking the door off of its hinges with its intensity.

Shinobu entered the room without hesitation, brushing Akiko’s sweaty bangs back and frowning over the temperature of her skin.

“My throat and head hurt.” Akiko whimpered.

“I’m sorry, Bee. That’s no fun… your brother isn’t feeling well either. It must be that nasty flu that’s been making rounds through the school. Can you get up for me? I want you to rinse off after your brother.”

Akiko pouted, but nodded, slowly getting out of bed. Shinobu guided her to the bathroom just as Yn was carrying Shin out.

“Oh, poor baby, not you too.” Yn frowned, caressing Akiko’s head gently as they crossed paths. She looked to Shinobu, “I’m taking Shin to our bed. I’ll collect all of Akiko’s laundry while you help her.”

“Sounds good. Could you also start boiling some water for tea? I don’t know about Shin, but Akiko could use some honey lemon.”

“On it.”

Working like a well-oiled machine, it wasn’t long before both children were clean and snug in their parents’ bed, medicated and the bedside table cluttered with tissues, ice water and tea, music playing softly from Yn’s phone.

They made sure comfortable and prepared to leave the room to get themselves clean when their children began pleading for them to stay, meekly demanding a story in their sickly states.

“You two should really try to sleep.” Shinobu said, earning more weak sounds of displeasure.

“They’ll probably fall asleep before you even finish a story. “ Yn reasoned. “What story do you two want to hear?”

“A new story.” Shin mumbled.

“Yeah.” Akiko agreed.

“About what?” Shinobu groaned tiredly as she moved to sit with Yn in the recliner that had been moved closer to the edge of the bed.

The children hemmed and hawed, trying to think of a topic that they would both be interested in, somehow finally landing on the topic of how their parents met.

“Really, that’s the story you want?” Shinobu asked, “Not something with dragons or mermaids?”

The children shake their heads, minds made up.

“…but if you could work in a dragon somewhere in there, I’d like that.” Akiko rasped. Yn helped her sip some more tea.

“I got to say, I’d like to hear the story from your perspective too.” Yn smiled, returning to sit beside Shinobu.

“Very well…” Shinobu thought back, trying to decide where to start, of course she would tell the children a more edited version, but she could remember that night as if it had been yesterday. She smiled to herself as the events replayed in her mind.

***

Shinobu rolled her eyes, nursing her mug of cheap beer as her fellow pre-med classmates made absolute fools of themselves. Singing, dancing and stumbling around the bar. She wasn’t sure why she bothered tagging along. She would have much rather spent tonight in her apartment eating takeout on the couch while making disparaging remarks about whatever dumb drama Giyuu would be watching and then sleep for approximately five hundred years after the stress of finals week finally passed.

But no, she decided to be social. At least one of her project groupmates was spotting for the first round and a couple of appetizers. Shinobu figured she could slip away in another twenty minutes or so, then she could enjoy her winter break in earnest.

Her gaze slowly scanned the bar, she wouldn’t even really call it people watching, as she hadn’t a thought in her head that wasn’t about a hot bath or a cozy bed. However, somehow through the chaos and clamor of tipsy college students, she heard a sharp sound of someone distinctly not having a good time. Curious, she peered over a couple of her obnoxiously singing table mates towards the bathrooms.

There she saw two people a young woman glowering up at a man who was blocking her from leaving the narrow passage. Shinobu couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but she knew she didn’t like the looks of what was going on there.

She slid out of the booth and walked over.

“There you are, come on,” Shinobu nudged ahead of the man, holding her hand out to the other woman, “let’s get back to our table.”

The relief that washed over the woman’s face as she quickly latched onto Shinobu’s hand made her blood boil. Some people just can’t take ‘no’ as an answer, could they?

Shinobu began guiding the woman away, but didn’t make it far before the man fell into step beside the woman, almost overtaking them and making their gait more clumsy since he was partially walking just ahead of the young woman.

“We were talking, actually.” The man said, annoyance clear in his tone.

“Not anymore, you aren’t.” Shinobu drawled, maneuvering the woman so she could stand between her and the man. Her nose wrinkled, as the scent of booze seemed to roll off of him like he showered in tequila and beer, “You know, it’s extremely pathetic that a guy who is in his mid-thirties at the very least has nothing better to do than to get drunk and harass college girls.”

The man froze, not because Shinobu’s words gave him a sudden eye-opening epiphany, but because he simply could not fathom being talked back to. That, and he was so drunk everything seemed to go in slow motion and his brain needed a minute to catch up.

Shinobu figured that would be that, and she continued guiding the other woman back to her booth, safety in numbers and all that, but she hadn’t expected the man to be so brazen stupid. Well, she could have guessed, but still, the audacity was appalling.

“Ah!”

Shinobu felt the woman’s hand get tugged away from her own and she quickly swiveled back around to find the woman struggling to push the man away from her. He grasped her wrists and started pulling her towards the entrance of the bar.

Now, this commotion had begun to earn the attention of the staff, as well as the other patrons of the bar and even the most tipsy could see that something wasn’t right there. There was absolutely no way that man was going to make it one step out the door without a mob right behind him.

However, Shinobu would be remiss if she wasn’t the one who gave the man what he had coming to him. She grabbed him by the back of his jacket, bunching up the fabric in her tightly clenched fist. Her winter boots slid across the slushy snow gathered at the bar entrance as the oblivious man lumbered along.

Shinobu gritted her teeth together and glared daggers into the back of the man’s head, the little vein on her forehead clearly visible as she yanked on the man’s jacket with all of her might.

“Hey!” She she spoke sharply, pulling again.

Between just coming off of the stress of finals, to forcing herself to go socialize despite her exhaustion, to now having to deal with this entitled prick was making her blood boil.

Then the young woman yelped in pain as the man attempted to shove her through the front door, but missed and half shoved her against the doorframe. That sound broke Shinobu’s heart and fueled the flames of her anger to even greater heights. She hadn’t beaten up anyone since middle school, but surely Kanae would let this one slide.

She pivoted in the slush, slipping beneath the man’s outstretched arm, facing him with focused and calculating eyes. She pulled her arm back, then thrusting forward with her palm.

“Huwah!” The man hunched over, letting go of the woman to grasp at his stomach once Shinobu’s strike found home in his soft belly.

She wasn’t done there though, oh no. Hunching over like that, how could she resist? She grabbed him by the hair, shivering in displeasure at how greasy it was. Yet she still yanked his head back, giving herself a clear path for her fist to meet his nose.

A chorus of ‘oh!’s and laughter overtook the bar as the sickening crack of the man’s nose breaking against Shinobu’s fist was heard. She hadn’t really planned to break the man’s nose with that lunch, but she certainly had no issue with it. The man wailed and dropped to his knees and his hands shot up to his face.

“You bitch! I’ll— I’ll get you for this!“

Shinobu scoffed at the audacity. A broken nose wasn’t enough, she supposed, but that was okay, she could keep this up all night. She brought one foot back, preparing to send the man off with a perfectly placed kick, but then she was grabbed by the elbow and pulled out onto the cold, slushy sidewalk.

“Ah! Go, go, go!”

“What?”

Shinobu was baffled, to surprised to do anything but let the woman excitedly push her out of the bar and jog down the block and around the corner. Their breath rose in the cold air and dissipated beneath the street lights while they took a moment to catch their breath.

“Oh my god, that was so scary!” The woman sighed, bracing her hands on her knees. “No one is following right?”

“Um,” Shinobu peeked around the corner, finding the street empty, “no.”

“Oh thank god.”

Shinobu shook her head, “Why did you do that? I had him, and the whole bar was on our side.” She took the woman’s hand and started to walk back towards the bar.

“W-wait!” The woman resisted, “Where are we going?”

“Back to the bar.” Shinobu said. “I imagine the police will get involved and we should be there to give statements to make sure that bastard gets the worst punishment that he can.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why the hell not?”

The young woman took a deep breath and looked at the ground, meekly skimming the toe of her boot in the slush, seemingly flustered.

“Well… because I wasn’t supposed to be in there in the first place. I’m not twenty yet.”

“You dumbass.” Shinobu shot back, making the other woman flinch a bit.

“H-hey! I’m turning twenty this year so it’s not like it’s that bad. I just wanted to have one drink to celebrate the end of the semester with my friends and then go home, is that a crime?”

“When you’re under the legal drinking age, yes.” Shinobu said snidely, then shivered, her coat was still inside the bar.

“Oh no, you’re cold!” She started taking off her own coat and handed it to Shinobu, “Here, that creep didn’t even give me enough time to take my coat off before he started harassing me.”

“I’m fine, keep it.”

“No, no, you can borrow it. After all of that, the cold air is very refreshing.”

Shinobu sighed and took the offered coat, wrapping it around her shoulders. It was warm and soft on the inside and smelled quite nice…

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you.” She stressed, “You were amazing back there. How did you learn to fight like that?”

“I took aikido classes when I was younger. The only club I was ever kicked out of.”

“You got kicked out?” The woman chuckled, looking at Shinobu curiously.

“Yes, the way I chose to implement it in other settings did not make the Sensei very happy.” Shinobu smirked.

“Ah, so you’ve always had a strong sense of justice, huh?” She spoke softly and smiled warmly, making Shinobu’s heart stutter a bit in her chest, it hadn’t done so in awhile now. She looked up at the streetlight and put her hands in the pockets of the coat, pleased to find the lining of the pockets to be just as soft and warm.

“I suppose you could say that.”

“I’m Yn, by the way. Yn Ln, or uh, Ln Yn or whatever.”

“Kochou Shinobu.” She answered by supplying her own name.

“Nice to meet you and um, sorry for bringing you stress.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Besides, it was rather cathartic in all honesty.”

“Haha, yeah? Well that’s a relief I guess.”

The little laugh made Shinobu smile a little wider. They talked more, sitting down on a nearby bench. They talked about their studies, families, interests, and more. When Yn began to shiver, Shinobu put the coat back over her shoulders while still telling a story about her sisters. Time seemed to be at a standstill until Yn’s phone started to ring.

“Oh, sorry,” She gave Shinobu an apologetic look and answered her phone.

“No problem.” Shinobu assured. She exhaled in amusement as a bunch of loud voices came through on the other side.

She could make out bits and pieces of the concerned friends’ dialogue. They were making sure Yn was alright and sobbing about how scary that whole situation had been. The designated driver struggled to take the phone away at some point to finally get to the bud of the issue and Shinobu heard him ask where Yn was so they could pick her up and get everyone home. He was clearly stressed. It was no easy task to get the tipsy group members with Yn’s number to finally call her and not push the wrong buttons or get distracted.

Shinobu was having a good time, so hearing that it would soon be over left her feeling a little antsy. So before Yn could tell the guy she was literally just around the corner, Shinobu blurted,

“Hey, um, we’ve been out here for awhile. How does a nice hot bowl of ramen? There’s a really good place not to far from here.” Her voice was as even-keeled and confident sounding as ever, but inside she felt some jitters.

“That… that sounds really good right now actually. I’d love too.”

Shinobu thought briefly to make sure to extend the invitation to Yn’s friends, but she was already filling them in on the plan and hanging up on them.

“We should probably go back to the bar first anyway so you can get your coat back, huh?” She asked.

“It’s fine. I think we’ve had enough of that place. I have my phone and wallet, I’ll just text one of my classmates to take it with them and I’ll get it back from them later.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course.” Shinobu stood up from the bench and waited for Yn to do the same. “I mean, as long as you don’t mind sharing yours again if it gets too chilly.”

“That’s totally fine! I don’t mind at all.” Yn shot up to her feet, looking forward to spending more time with Shinobu. Hopefully she would have the courage to ask Shinobu for her phone number afterward.

Shinobu smiled and decided to be a little more bold and offered her hand.

“Then let’s go. Careful, it’s a little slippery out here.”

Yn took the offered hand and left her face warm, she’d be relinquishing her coat again in no time if Shinobu kept being so sweet.

“And people say chivalry is dead. You’re a regular knight.”

“I try.” Shinobu said almost smugly, gently pulling Yn along. “Come on, it’s this way.”

She had started out the night not wanting to go out, now she found herself looking for excuses to drag the night out as long as she could. She had a good feeling that Yn felt the same when her coat found its way over Shinobu’s shoulders again. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who could be chivalrous.

***

“And so then the dragon told us to climb onto his back and he took us to the ramen shop. Best ramen we have ever eaten until this very day. Isn’t that right, dear?” Shinobu finished her abridged retelling, turning her head to look down adoringly at her wife, only to find her sleeping against her shoulder.

“Rude.” Shinobu scoffed. “Did the early beginnings of our relationship bore you that much?” She turned her attention to the bed next, finding Akiko asleep as well and she sighed. “No one made it to the end?”

“I did Kaasan.” Shin whispered, trying hard to keep his eyes open. “I liked it. It was a good story.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Do you need anything my sweet boy?”

He shook his head.

“Then sleep well, I’ll be right here if you need me.“

“Okay… g’night.”

Shinobu smiled and reached for the curtain behind her, pulling it over to block the sun from the window.

“Good night.”

Shinobu pulled up the footrest of the recliner she and Yn shared and got more comfortable. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to her wife. It wasn’t quite the same as it has been earlier that morning, but she treasured every moment they could be together. Yn shifted in her sleep, covering Shinobu with more of her body, making her smile peacefully and hold her closer as she drifted off to sleep like the rest of her family.

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kinktober day four

tfp knockout x starscream

tws/content- overstimulation, teasing, sounding, gags, bondage, aftercare, mentions of kobdss, edging

“Oh, poor Starscream,” Knockout mocks, “All tied up and helpless.” he walks towards the seeker, doing his best to look menacing.

He, tied up like a present and shaking, is trying so desperately not to rock or grind against the huge fake spike half inside, half under him. He can’t voice any of his wants because of a ball gag stuffed in his intake. The magnetic vibrator loudly hums against his anterior node, it’s driving him insane. His spike is stuffed with a ridged metal rod. Starscream feels so fragging full.

And all that’s needed to end this was a single comlink message. Then he would be cleaned, fed, massaged and cuddled. But… if Starscream could withstand a cycle (roughly an hour) of this, there would be a repeat session, only their places would be swapped.

He can’t wait for the solar cycle when he wipes that dumb, attractive, arrogant smile off of Knockout’s stupid fragging faceplates.

“Not much longer Star,” the mech slowly walks behind the seeker. “Unless you want to give up. That’d be much easier for you than being teased.” a servo brushes Starscream’s wing, making him whimper. Knockout traces the transformation lines at the base, moving outward on his wings. The shaking from his wing pushes the servo away, Knockout looks disappointed.

“Here, how about we try… this.” he dials the vibrator down, roughly taking the air commander’s wingtip in a servo. The pinch makes Starscream tense up and moan around the ball gag. “Want to speak?” Starscream nods weakly.

“Then stay still.” his servo glides from the air commander’s wing, over to his shoulder, up his neck cables, to the back of his helm. Two digits slide under the leathery strap.

Knockout, with his other servo, squeezes the other wingtip testing the seeker’s will to stay unmoving. A surprised yelp comes from him, but he does stay still, and Knockout said that he would have a chance to beg for an overload…

“Good bot.” the shiny mech flicks the buckle on the gag away from Starscream’s helm. The mouthpiece falls to the ground, Starscream’s oral lubricant spattering the floor where it was dropped. He pants with an open intake, lubricants dripping out of it. Starscream barely gets a couple vents before, “Aren’t you going to thank me?” the medic sneers, standing up. “Maybe I should put it back on.”

“No! Mphm- thank you, Knockout.” Starscream continues to pant heavily, he closes his optics and tilts his helm back in the relief of having his jaws relaxed. The air commander doesn’t pay attention to the footsteps of his counterpart. “Thank you…”

Unbeknownst to Starscream, Knockout was kneeling in front of him, reaching for the ring on the metal rod in his spike. Sharp tipped digits brush under the tip, through the thin ring. The seeker groans, stirring against the touch.

“Ah- Stay just like that, Star.” Knockout tips his helm back again. “Be a good bot for me.” the medic purrs, pulling and teasing at the rod, creating waves of bright pleasure.

“Hhnnn…” he bares his denta, whining, helpless and sensitive. “Hng- ah!” Starscream’s vocalizer cracks in a response to Knockout shoving the rod deeper into his spike, rubbing the tip, then slowly pulling it out of him in a repeating pattern.

A beeping sound comes from somewhere within the room, signaling the time was up. That would be all the teasing he had to endure.

“Mm-m Knockout…” the medic gives a quick kiss to shut him up, gently pulling the sounding rod out of his spike.

“I know, I know. No more. Just one last thing I want to try.” the shiny mech unties some of the knots around the seeker’s body, ropes droop from his lower half. Starscream relaxes his frame, causing him to sink down on the faux spike with a groan.

“Knockout…” Starscream whines.

“I know.” Knockout stands tall in front of the bot, still on his knee struts. “This time, you’ll be allowed to overload.”

“Really?” the shiny mech nods sweetly, taking Starscream’s faceplates and opening up his own panels. The half restrained bot needs an overload badly. It’s the least Knockout could do.

Starscream opens his intake, slowly starting to take the faux spike farther inside of him. He moans around Knockout’s spike, spreading his stabilizers wider. The seeker presses his glossa against the spike, trying to get some sort of praise or attention out of the red mech. Bouncing on the fake spike creates all the movement needed for the task at hand. Starscream groans, sending pleasant vibrations down Knockout’s spike.

“Be a good bot and overload for me.” an overload hits Starscream’s frame like a truck, he drops down onto the faux spike and tries desperately not to bite down on Knockout. His whole frame shakes and shudders.

The seeker’s transfluid soils the floor, making a mess of Knockout’s pedes as well. His wings droop, finally relaxed. The medic steps back so that Starscream can vent properly, smirking at the relieved expression on the commander’s faceplates.

“You were very good for me.” Knockout purrs, untying the few knots around Starscream’s frame, letting him ease onto the ground. The red mech snickers at him, helping the spent second in command up to their berth.

“Don’t laugh at me…” his words are slurred, Knockout can’t help but chuckle.

“Okay, fine. You want me to spoil you now?” Knockout mocks lovingly, knowing what the answer would be. He reaches for the little kit he set out beforehand. It’s full with energon candies and other treats, along with raspberry scented wax. Knockout isn’t sure what a raspberry is, but the wax smells nice.

“Knockout…” the seeker mumbles, faceplates in a pillow.

“Hm?”

“C’n you use the pads instead of the buffer?” Starscream mutters with a piece of candy in his intake.

“Yes, only for you.” the red mech applies some wax on Starscream’s spinal strut, making him sigh of ease. “And also maybe Breakdown…” Knockout quietly adds.

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