#Tyrone POV

[megamindsecretlair]

Just One Taste

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!OC!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.

Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.

Word Count: 5,642k

A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!

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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park. 

Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.

“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.

But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.

“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS. 

“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!” 

Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!” 

The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.

He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.

The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.

It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?” 

“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual. 

The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?

Hell, maybe he watched too much TV. 

“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead. 

“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.

This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake. 

Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke. 

As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library. 

“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked. 

“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.

“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.

Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.

Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs. 

“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.

“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling. 

If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.

There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use. 

Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town? 

Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?” 

Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” 

Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage. 

And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle. 

Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.

“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.

The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for? 

She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked. 

“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said. 

She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.

The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head. 

“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said. 

“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian. 

That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?” 

A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.

That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.

Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space. 

Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny. 

“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said. 

Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers? 

“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs. 

“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this. 

Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them. 

The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?” 

Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead. 

“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.

“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.

“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes. 

“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.

“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul. 

“We thought she did something to you!” 

Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?” 

Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.

Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.

“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded. 

The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it. 

“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.” 

“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.

“What are you talking about?” 

“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.

The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone. 

He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.

“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike. 

Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.

“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.

The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.

The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?

He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked. 

She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table. 

The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart. 

She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said. 

He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.

They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.

“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.

“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet. 

“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.

Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.

He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.

Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased. 

He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind. 

“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.

Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.

There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.

“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.

“What makes you say that?” 

“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.

The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.

Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.

“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.

He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. 

“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded. 

Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh. 

She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.

His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it. 

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like? 

She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair. 

She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.

“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.

“Did you like it?” She asked. 

“Fuck yes,” he said.

She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.

She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped. 

Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary. 

He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well. 

He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said. 

She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.

“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him. 

“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.

Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.

He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.

But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.

He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.

His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick. 

He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings. 

“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger. 

“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.

The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.

The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.

“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick. 

“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it. 

“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.

“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?” 

She smirked at him. “What about your friends?” 

“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild. 

His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.

“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.

Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.

He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.

“You gon’ kill me,” he said.

She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said. 

He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers. 

Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.

He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen. 

“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.

He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged. 

The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.

She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.

He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.

He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her. 

He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.

She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her. 

“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said. 

She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned. 

He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.

“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her. 

She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.

Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.

His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.

“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.

He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.

He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.

He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.

“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!” 

Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul. 

“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin. 

He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back. 

It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.

“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.

Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.

He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.

&&&

You need some more in your life? There's more! The Secret Tyrone Files

[stitchwraith-stingers]

(some-what of) an analysis on patty possom(?)

inspired by this post on the PE-AZ yes this episode is my fave yes i unironically love patty yes i was a fnaf kid yes i am utterly deranged

some of these r incoherent because its midnight and i wanna post this as fast as possible before i go to bed and wake up at the crack at dawn

yayyy patty ^_^

one of the first things ive noticed post becoming alive like the next frankeinstine is that her eye wasnt fixed by the mechanics, which as ill discuss later imply a sort of negligence (? i think) to the properly, i however dgaf and like to interperate this as her having a lazy eye <3

she seems to be a genuially nice person!!!! um . i dont know how to continue this paragrapth pretend theres something here thats interesting

imagine being born into the world and already having a dreadful fear of being abandoned. crazy, mustve impacted her very hard

though this probably means it gave her fake memories or she was already sorta vaugely away of whats happening?? like psudo sentient?? if that makes sense, how the hell do you know this girl, you havent BEEN to the devils sacrament

the way she goes about it and the ending shows that she has no clue on how to socialize or their cues at all, or just cuz of the pov its intentionally shown as more creepy (which it probably is, you could hear her go "where r u going :(" in a sad tone), shes a massive werido and i love her for that

point is, shes nice but has no idea how to say "nooo dont leave me haha" normally cuz she just appeared 2 seconds ago with no idea of proper communication, does that make sense..... help

heres the thing i love about this the most, shes at the end of the ep shes seen dragging background character #47 in the same tone of voice and hes seen uncomfortable. PAN TO THE NEXT SLIDE IN WHICH THEY SEEM OK IN THEIR PRESENCE

LIKE . THE GUY JUST ACCEPTS HER HAND TO HOLD WHEN SHES SHOCKED..... THEY R BESTIES AND IM TIRED OF PPL OVERLOOKING IT, and the fact that i dont think we get to see him again (cuz they couldnt fit him anywhere in the background? i think) makes it better for me, balding old guy notices furry twice his size scared of being left alone so he decides to stay here just for her.... MANNN

the general area

lets see, were right off the bat were introduced to a good few places, the fun tunnels, the game zone, a claw machine thats rigged, the place with the signature snack which i wont go over because thats kinda of its own gag but its sticky and probably unhealthy, and the main stage

i assume the fun tunnels are made with a holograpthic effect inuniverse, and i think theres some LED lights in there to make it glow, i was going to say its polyethylene plastic but i dont think that exists google stock photos lied to me, also not related but it looks like a horrible spray paint job was done on this thing lol

also acording to the lyrics theres supposed to be 3 more members, a raccoon, cat and turtle . i dont think we see craggle in photo though rip (if theyre not a sphyinx ill be dissapointed), tyrone seems to have a 60's? aesthetic going on, rascal has a punk aesthetic going on and patty has a more modern aesthetic ? i think, the spiked collar is throwing me off

from winns dialouge in the start implying that they havent been here in a good while ("when i was little" ur in 5th grade) and the fact that their instruments are still there, then this was probably a recent desicion, or atleast long enough for a 10 y/o that hasnt been here in awhile to be upset by this and for patty to be immediatly spawned in with abandonment issues

along with a rigged claw machine and the snack i think it implies that the people over there who own this establishment are probably really cheap, and the fact that the PRAMBY snack is really sticky is definatly going to cause some health issues down the line, something something fazbear entertainment

oh and also, theres like a split second frame where this shows up, obviously its just there as a morbid joke but atleast it shows us this establishment is atleast old enough to have someones decaying body be bone by now, which after writing that makes me sound stupid because skeletonization might not take as long as i thought it would ("3 weeks to several years" depending on the surroundings)

whoever was there seemed to have been stuck for 25 days at least and has gone undetected, which means this place is linked to one unsolved missing persons case and they dont have a clue (most likely), also theres ballpit balls inside this thing i fucking guess?? theres no actual ballpit in the place idk what this kid was doing

i have tried to make up a map of how the place looks but im always bad with rooms ? and i had to take a fewwww small creative liberties with this cuz i couldnt figure out where theyd be but close enough👍👍

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️| Hobie Brown

previous: –seven.

–eight.

THIRD PERSON POV

Pav sang Bad Habit by Steve Lacy for the second time, since he insisted that he deserved an encore, he censored himself for Mayday of course.

Peter and went up and sang Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. The adorable duo gained the crowd's affection. Mayday clapping offbeat and babbling into the mic anytime her father brought the mic down to her.

It was now someone else's turn.

Miles raised his. "I wann—"

Gwen quickly covered his mouth, noticing that Hobie was trying to convince Sasha to go next.

"Come on doll, no need to be shy." His polished fingers caressed her chin, his eyes staring deeply into hers. "I want to hear that pretty voice."

She avoided his intimidating stare. "O-okay." She stood up and went in front of them. She picked up the mic. "Right Side of My Neck by Faye Webster."

Jess typed it into the search bar on the YouTube app of the large TV. Music started playing and the lyrics were displayed on the screen.

Sasha was nervous— her head down and her free hand fiddling with the hem of her shit.

"You said you can't change your haircut—" Her voice was soft and sweet, delicate even. "But it looks good anyway."

Hobie sat up, being shocked by the sweetness of her voice. Pavitr glanced at Hobie and smiled at his reaction, he thought it was adorable.

Even Miguel was a little caught off guard. Little Mayday giggled and clapped at the girl in front of her.

She gradually raised her head, glancing at everyone. "The right side of my neck still smells like you." She felt like she was on an episode of American Idol.

Hobie's bright smile made her shy away. A smile of her own creeping up on her face. Hobie thought she was the purest girl he's ever laid eyes on— a winsome little thing.

"The right side of my neck still smells like you." She gradually slowed down. "The right side of my neck still smells like you."

The song ended and everyone cheered, well except for Miguel— he clapped twice.

She placed the mic back on the table behind of her and retreated to Hobie's side.

" 's so good, I loved it." He wrapped his arms around her. God, he couldn't keep his hands to himself, she was just perfect to him.

"Thank you, Hobie." She hugged him back.

He rested his head on top of hers, cuddling with her.

"Gosh Hobes, don't squeeze the girl to death." Jess joked while looking at the pair cuddled up on the couch by themselves.

Hobie only brought her closer.

"Me next." Jess slowly got up.

"Nuh uh!" Miles stood up.

A hand was placed on her hip and a brow rose."What the fuck you mean nuh uh?"

"Oh God." Miguel sighed.

Peter immediately covered Mayday's ears. "Hey guys, how about turning off the profanity?"

"Oh shit— I mean..sorry Peter." Jess nervously chuckled.

🌀

Jess did end up getting her turn after Sasha. Miles had no other choice but to let her, with Pav and Gwen telling him "She's literally pregnant." and "That's like not giving up your seat for a pregnant lady."

Jess sang Tyrone by Erykah Badu, of course censoring herself for Mayday.

Gwen and Miles went up together, sharing the mic and singing Not Allowed by TV Girl. The duo censored themselves at different curse words by saying "uhhh" or just laughing. They were so in love and everyone could tell— well except for Miguel in that moment, he was asleep.

Now it was Hobie's turn. It didn't take long for him to decide on a song— Vixen by Ayesha Erotica.

He gave a cheeky smile to Sasha, paired with a wink while singing. Hobie wasn’t the shy type, he was very bold. Dare him to kiss a girl he’s been crushing on and he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“If you want to I can play victim.” His accent was so thick. “I am your vixen.”

Sasha shifted in her as he took slow strides towards her. Everyone watched his actions carefully— except for Miguel, he was asleep, still.

“I can meet you in the car lot.” He bent down to her level, his face just inches away from hers. His hand grabbed hers, placing it on his thigh, slowly guiding it to his crotch. “I’ll spread out on your hot rod.” He leaned back up, towering over her. His hips slowly rolled to the song, smiling down at her, he knew what he was doing to her.

Peter covered Mayday’s eyes. “Wait can he do that? Is this allowed? Aren’t there words to censor?”

“Uhh..” Was all Gwen could utter.

Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Jessica and Peter all stared in awe.

Sasha was stunned by his actions, looking away in embarrassment, but not pulling her hand away. Hobie chuckled lightly at her reaction, thinking it was the cutest thing ever.

“You guys feel the sexual tension too, right?” Pavitr asked with raised brows.

“Yes.” They all answered.

Hobie’s thumb lightly pressed down on Sasha’s bottom and top lip. “You can touch and feel just don’t get in the way. Lust and drugs, no intuition. Who goes first? Make your decision.”

Sasha stared, she was getting lost in his eyes, it’s as if he had her under a spell. The way she looked at him— he was so hard, she could probably feel it through his pants.

He sang the final line of the chorus and slowly moved the mic from his mouth, crouching down to her level. She began leaning up to meet him—

“Please don’t have sex in front of us.” Miles let out.

Hobie chuckled and pulled away from Sasha, leaving her a little disappointed.

“That was fun!” Pavitr clasped his hands together.

“Uh…very stimulating.” Gwen scratched her head.

Jess and Peter took a selfie with a sleeping Miguel.

Sasha stood up and stretched. She checked her phone to see multiple messages from different people and also noticed that it was extremely late.

“I’ve got work in the morning.” She groaned.

“I’ll take ya home, just give me your number and send the address.” Hobie spun the car keys on his pointing finger.

“O-okay.”

📁

Next part: –nine.

Tags: @urmotherswhor3 @kay-i-guess

[starlitangels]

Songs and Ships!

I’ve been tagged by the lovely @floofdeloop for the songs and ships game, where we post songs that we associate with certain ships!

So, now the entire fandom gets to see how milquetoast my music taste is. Sorta. I just have very specific criteria for songs that I associate with characters and ships and a lot of songs I love don’t meet said criteria 

Enjoy! Also I don’t know how to use Spotify on my computer, just my phone, so we’re doing YouTube links instead so I don’t lose my mind

Avior/Starlight

Other Side - Anberlin this one doesn’t count because Erik dropped it in a stream. I just like it and kept it

Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay (does this one need an explanation? I don’t think it does)

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (this one doesn’t count either. Floof put it on an Avior/Starlight playlist first)

Endless Night - The Lion King on Broadway (switch Father for Starlight and it works leave me alone)

Vincent/Lovely

Stand By You - Rachel Platten (they’ve been through so much)

Electric Love - BØRNS (cheesy, cliché, doesn’t count?)(gendered but Vibes™)

Chasin’ the Sun - The Wanted (it’s a bop and a lot of the lyrics vibe and also can’t beat the music video lol)

Elliott/Sunshine

Bring Me the Night - Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis (just listen to it and you’ll know exactly what I mean)

Happy as the Sun - Tyrone Wells (another one where you just have to trust me)

Gavin/Freelancer

Love Like This - Ben Rector (I’ve been too cowardly to send this one to @gingerbreadmonsters for months now but this song encompasses them perfectly and I take no criticism)

Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector (just cute)

Glad You Came - The Wanted (i mean, tell me this isn’t early S1 of these two and you’ll be wrong, innuendo in the lyrics or not)

Asher/Babe

Babe - Styx (one of my favorite songs growing up, and I hc that Gabe was really into classic rock and passed it on to both Davey and Ash)

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham! (idk why. just. energy)

Davey/Angel

Angel - Theory of a Deadman (I think one of the only obviously-gendered ones, sorry. The song slaps)

Gravity - Tyrone Wells (the one couplet about foundation cuts to the core of their relationship)

Everything - Michael Bublé (I just think it’s neat, and for some reason I imagine Davey looking a lot like my actual husband even though they’re nothing alike and this is kinda-not-really our song. We don’t have “a song,” we have a playlist)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (from David’s POV)

I’m also semi-convinced that Angel teases David with every song with “Angel” in the title including “Angel with a Shotgun” - The Cab

Sam/Darlin��

As Long As You’re Mine - Wicked Soundtrack (don’t know why. it just is)

My Demons - Starset (Vibes™)

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz (if you look me dead in the eye and say this isn’t them I will simply not believe you)

Stand By Me - Florence and the Machine (this version specifically because it wrenches my heartstrings)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (Darlin’s POV)(yup this one gets put on twice)

Also “Never Die” - All Good Things is the Darlin’ beating the snot out of Quinn song and I take no criticism on this

I think this was supposed to be 5-10 songs for one ship but my brain doesn’t work like that. Have too many songs to listen to

Tagging @frenchiefitzhere and Ginger (if you haven’t already been tagged!), and @ryn-halo26 and @dollscircus

[iasmelaion]

If I'm permitted to ask about two WIPs, I would LOVE to know about "flerkitty alpine and family feels" as well as the buddie pacrim au!

Two WIPs is a-okay! :D

"Flerkitty alpine and family feels" is just the next fic in my loose series of Alpine is a Flerken and also, wow, there are a bunch of superheroes in Louisiana in the MCU now, aren't there? This started out as one fic, but then I realized the pacing simply would not work out properly if I wanted to fit in all the stuff I had in mind, so it became a series. It's still all in one Scrivener file because I kept moving scenes around between fics. The next fic in the series will have the introduction of Tandy and Tyrone to the greater Louisiana Superheroes Cinematic Universe, lol. Here is a small snippet, because lol looking at it just now, I realized it's in much rougher shape than I recalled:

“Got it! So, how are things down in New Orleans? Are you besties with Captain America yet?” asked Kamala, brimming with her usual cheerful enthusiasm and a waggle of her eyebrows, even as she was breathlessly busy dodging Carol’s low-powered training blasts. She honestly seemed significantly more invested in Carol’s superhero friendships than Carol herself was. “I’ve actually been spending more time with Bucky than with Sam,” she said, and flew over Kamala, who reacted in time to turn her shield into a hasty bubble. “Huh, really? He seems, um, more the intense and brooding type than the friendly type?” Carol blinked in surprise at this frankly baffling characterization of Bucky. “What? No, he’s super friendly, a total sweetheart.” “The Winter Soldier is super friendly?” said Kamala, and the disbelief in her voice made Carol frown.

The Buddie Pacrim AU is exactly what it sounds like! It's just a bunch of notes and a very vague outline so far, but the basic idea is: I'm fully ignoring the canon timelines involved by setting the early days of the Pacific Rim kaiju incursions sometime post-tsunami in 9-1-1, and having Buck and Eddie be recruited by the Pan Pacific Defense Corps as Jaeger pilots for an experimental Jaegers-as-first-responders program. I had planned to start this after the latest season finale, but lol canon made me second guess my anticipated/planned emotional arc. Like, Eddie, baby, maybe you are too riddled with issues to successfully enter the Drift??? Even with Buck??? Also I still haven't even settled on whose POV this should be in. Nevertheless, here is the excellent very detailed outline:

[sorrowfulwill]

pov: you made the character you fucking despise the most your most detailed character because you now realize you took elements of yourself that you didn’t like and put them on that character

fuck you Tyrone gleeful you’re too much me

[typewriteringalaxy]

fanwork creators self rec, or your five favourite fics/art/podcast etc

thank you for the tag @letters-to-rosie 💕 your answer reminded me that The Fire Next Time has been on my tbr for too long and I need to rectify that lol. anyway here we go in chronological order

everything's better with a friend (Ekko/Jinx, E, 7/7)

my magnum opus so far! more than 85,000 words of an AU where Powder doesn't joins Silco but faces many of the struggles Jinx does. This fic just flowed right after watching Arcane, it was a joy both in creation and readers' reception. I'm particularly happy with Powder's pov and the relationship's progression. Healing isn't linear, and love alone isn't enough to heal, though it does help. That ended up being the theme, and I managed it fairly well in the story, as well as a happy, domestic timebomb ending💕

(I did hint at a sequel of sorts, and the idea still spins in my head. Maybe by the end of summer?)

With Less Inhibition (Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, E, 5/7)

This one can be read on its own despite being an AU of another fic, The Platinum Collar. Honestly I prefer it from TPC: Blaise's pov and the focus on their friendship's development made the story better. Astoria's letters were also very fun to write. With both of them minor characters in canon (and in a not respectable canon to boot), I had a lot of creative freedom in their characterisation, so this ship is very dear to me. Also this fic was written with @hypernovaesx 's love, enthusiasm and moodboards (Blastoria being our gondola💕) and I love it all the more for it. I haven't left it at a cliffhanger, rather the complete opposite. (And someday I will finish it.)

touch as a form of comfort (Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, E, oneshot)

I wrote this one after watching Cloak & Dagger Season 2, whose ending made me so happy and thus the fic is a happy memory too. It's short and sweet, going along with the finale's wholesome vibe. I hope to share longer fics for this ship too.

howling hearts (Rey/Ben Solo, T, 7/7)

I returned to my roots with this one lol. First time taking part in the RFFA Valentine's Exchange, I'm happy to have completed the fic within the deadline, and the Beauty and the Beast prompt with Rey as the Beast was really inspiring. Thus I wrote a feral, angry Beast Rey, a nerdy smuggler Ben Solo, a pack of Sith Wolves as the Knights of Ren, and had the opportunity to toy a bit with the reasoning behind the Beast's transformations. It was fun.

party girl (multiship, E, oneshot)

An exploration of Jinx that I'm proud of particularly since in all my other fics of her I either wrote her as Powder or somewhat downplayed her canon viciousness and sheer chaos. And she's a damn difficult character to pin down. Parings include: Jinx/Thieram, Caitlyn/Jinx, Ekko/Jinx.

tagging, if you'd like to play:

@hypernovaesx (if you're still on tumblr; you know I loved your stories before I started writing mine and I love you💕)

@blueinsomnia (curious about your favourite Firelight Stories)

@linearao3 (I've admired your writing from Kohelet to Child Ballad, curious about your favourites)

[halflingkima]

I panicked and checked out all five books from the library so here's the first chapter thing to help me decide which one I actually wanna read lmfao

Infinite Detail by Tim Maughan: Tyrone runs a kind of shop(?) where a young woman Mary draws faces all day; an old couple arrives and pays 20 pund to learn what happened to their son "then." Mary sees visions of a past catastrophe.

I can't help but feel I would get more out of this book if I'd read (or was just more familiar with ) Infinte Jest. This first chapter was interesting, but not compulsively readable. I care a little about what the catastrophe might've been, but I'm not invested in any characters, and glancing at chapter two, it seems like a dual timeline. ⭐️⭐️

There You Are by Mathea Morais: Octavian teaches at a school for mentally ill teens. One of his teens reminds him of an old flame: Mina Rose. It's 2014 and his home state of Missouri is all over the news. He gets a message that the record store in his hometown is closing down and considers going.

Only read the first section since the "chapter" is quite long; the book's formatted in "playlists" with later chapters named after the tracks. Again, it's interesting, but not compulsively readable. I'm already invested in the characters. I'll absolutely want to read it at some point, not sure if that's right now. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

All My Mother's Lovers by Ilana Masad: Maggie receives a call from her brother informing her that their mother has died in a car accident. In a sort of numbed surprise she finds a flight and frets about how to (or if she should) accept help from her 5-month girlfriend.

Short chapters win me over fast. There's also nothing that cuts to the quick of a character faster than grief, so I'm already invested. A peak ahead seems like we'll get pov from her late mother as well which is fascinating. I'm intrigued. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Solar Bones by Mike McCormack: A man finds himself in his kitchen, confused, listening to bells from the church across town.

Couldn't read a chapter because the book doesn't have sentences let alone chapters. All promo material insists that it's "prose" but I'd very adamantly argue this is verse lmao. The format is endlessly intriguing and the premise is nearly equally so, but I'm mildly concerned about pastoral understatement or common literary blandness of a man's perspective. ⭐️⭐️

Everyone Knows How Much I Love You by Kyle McCarthy: The narrator describes a memory; a car crash and her best friend's dead boyfriend. Next chapter, she reunites with her best friend after 12 years apart and reveals the car accident happened in high school.

This one sure starts off with a bang, damn. Again, snappy chapters, quickly invested with grief/loss. I feel predictable as hell but I'm such a sucker for Dark Female Friendships™. Also something about the writing of this one feels a little more stylized, a little more blunt. I enjoy that. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[604designresearchharriet]

Week 2 Lecture

‘A device for voice and storytelling’

-contemporary photographic and design projects with a distinctive voice 

-selection of NZ practitioners that provide a series of strategies

Threaded Magazine 

-NZ published international design publication 

-editorial perspective

-set of principles, ethos 

-POV what is an interview, studios have their own dialogue 

Position the person we profile as the interviewer and the interviewee

Alt Group Threaded Magazine 

-Cover

-Gate fold

-4 dps 

Links in research between ideas and craft 

EMPATHY

-collaborative, connection, awareness 

McCarthy Studio: Arts Month Campaign 

Engage NZer’s in a conversation and give a voice to both artists and the public 

Concept ‘art is:’ to ask the public and the foundation to ask themselves, importance that art has on the lives on NZer’s

Narrative function is empathic and inclusive of the audience 

Co-creative interactive mode 

Interactive tool where public could draw, paint, type their own ideas, analogue and digital 

Tatiana Tavares 2019

Disseminative research based knowledge through the arts 

Highy crafted images using story telling to deal with tough topics 

Health and design collaboration 

Build empathy and connection through the imagery 

Extensive planning and story boarding, uses props and actors with a 2 day photoshoot, staged for reference images 

PSD file with more than 200 layers, draws on a tablet 

HUMANITY 

-climate crisis, sustainability, wellbeing 

Stone Soup vol.7 Aaron Mclean (2019)

Publishing syndicate, indépendant street press

Commercial photography 

Ad free 

Editorial POV: Belief many conversations through the lens of food 

Nutures hope 

Climate change: eating is an agricultural act, to be interested in food but not in food production is absurd. 

STORYTELLING

-narrative, context, sequence

COMMUNITY

-environment, protest, truths + fiction 

IDENITY

-representation, framing views, biography 

Unpacking the method and process, how did they make this? 

Tyrone Ohia Stone Soup Vol. 6 

AKL creative director 

Founder of extended whanua 

Trusted platform for the future 

Stone soup: hungry stranger arrive in a town with nothing but an empty pot, bring community together lens of food to collaborate and share 

This is how the publication works on a donation basis 

At the end of reading this magazine it is compostable, closing the loop 

Stay true to their mission statement 

‘I eat therefore I farm” Aaron Mclean 

Te Oro Typographic Systems 

Youth community 

Name was gifted to the centre by Ngati Nga Oro 

Geographical and cultural to think about ideas 

Typeface for the centre is based on the Maori weaving panel

Tio tu tio Ora brand identity - Auckland Art Gallery beatiful example of type 

HUMANITY

Sea Change compost campaign 

Narrative and idea that would delight and increase change of frequent use 

Start away from typical symbols 

Feature the worm in clever designs 

Iconic simple playful persona 

Humour, obvious, smart 

Bespoke typeface 

Food Nation Seachange

Mission to get people to eat more plants 

Magics to go away from stereotypes 

Powerful narrative function 

Happy patties 

Joyful expression of the food nation community 

Make Act Now

Response to AUS 2020 bushfires 

Climate activism 

Protested through publication 

Key values on inclusiveness, diversity, responsibility

Osborne Shiwan 

Altamira Dance Campaign 

Mt Albert based 

Maori contemporary dance theatre 

Conceptual platform reflecting the many facets of theatre 

Refererenes maori mythology and Micheal Angelo art 

Fragility of humans 

System that operates 

Type, images, words, shapes creates movement reflecting theatre

Always Positioning work on cultural platform

Catherine Grifiths - community 

Typeface designer 

‘Designers speak (up)’

Equity and feminism 

Index of women designers 

Representation of women 40 3

-present tense, show that gave visibility and voice to wahine, and non-binary designers 

Essay published along side this^

[emilylangridgegrad604i]

Lecture 2 GRAD604

Design practices: A device for voice and storytelling.

How can we adopt our own system of categorisation for 604?                               - Looking at a project called “Threaded Magazine” - Publication, principal of collaboration. Each deisgner leads insight into who they are as a person, into their practise, methods, outcomes, ethos, culture and attitude. 

Perspective - angle / set of principles.  The following five thematic will be positioned as a platform to analyse,  Empathy

- Arts Month campaign. What is the arts meant to be?

Looking at where the public was asked to design - allowing people to draw, doodle and manoeuvre elements of the physical booklet.  Networking is super important. Tyrone Ohia Te Oro Typographic system - Project in Glen Innes involved with Alt Group.  Multipurpose youth community, bringing performances, art together.

Humanity  Conscious of environment, surroundings, community and the earth.

“Mate act now”   A protest for the digital environment. 

Aaron Mclean Stone Soup Vol 7 

Editorial POV

[sharfa604designresearch]

week 2 lectures

Design Practices: A Device For Voice And Storytelling

Case study - Threaded Magazine

Premised on the notion of speculation and reflection

Examines unique methods that arise from personal and collaborative

We have an editorial POV as designers

ALT Group - Method in the Madness

Gatefolded

Conceptual approach

Montage to the 3 DPS 

Conceptual and contextual insights

5 Thematic

Empathy

Collaborative

Connection 

awareness

McCARTHY STUDIO - Arts Month Campaign

The importance of the arts

Inspiring a new generation

National conversation

Artists and wider public be heard

Co creative interactive mode

Capturing the public painting,drawing and illustrations on these posters

Personalities, friendly, inclusive

Unpacking what Art Is:

Tatiana Taveres 2019 - Vivian - Graphic Novel

Decimate researched knowledge into art

Raise awareness 

Photographic

Bringing in real people like health professionals for the data, realistic narrative

Aaron Mclean 2018 - Stone Soup vol. 7

I am the land, and the land is me

Agricultural history

Tyrone Ohia - Stone Soup vol. 7

Hospitality

Compost the magazine 

I eat therefore, I farm

Alt Group 2005

To bring performance and talent and art together

Tyrone Ohia Te Oro Typographic System

HUMANITY

Climate crisis

Sustainability

Wellbeing

Seachange  The Worm 2019

Collected organic waste

Fresh modern original

Increase the change of usage more frequency

Trying to drive away from wordy sayings

The Worm

Playful persona and humor

Simple and smart

Seachange Food Nation 2020

Reminding the magic of vegetables

Positive expression of happiness

Advocating for plant based  Utopia

Chris Flackk, Liam Ooi, Paul Phanoulas 2020

During Covid lockdown

protesting wildfire

Campaign had a global reach

Storytelling

Narrative

context 

Sequence

Osborne Shiwan 2018 - Atamira Dance Campaign 

Conceptual platform

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[samueldays]

Your tags are correct and this is speculative, with that said, I think the mechanism may be that when some specific physical house drops in price, people living there will move somewhere nicer and more expensive.

I don't think this is class warfare as such, it's everyone wants to move away from the violent underclass. Even Tyrone who's in the violent underclass wants to move away from the more violent Felonius Forty-Convictions. When a house in the middle-class neighbor gets cheap from new construction, Tyrone moves there, which prompts Molly to move away from him and into what used to be a high-class neighborhood, etc.

From an economist POV, one could say that the cost of housing has gone down in this case and people are choosing to consume more of it, so arguably it's expenditures which have stayed the same. The retort is that the cost of a specific house is a red herring, it's "housing sans violent underclass nearby" which is the relevant good. See also: Detroit, white flight/ethnic cleansing.

Where are these peer-reviewed studies showing unambiguously that building market-rate housing lowers rents and eviction rates in the area?

I am going to become the Joker

[drippingmoon]

WIP intro: Aquiver, Aglow

*my lovingly named no-plot-only-feels wip

Genre: angelic fantasy, dark high fantasy with angels, humans and stars

Status: draft 6 OVER; drafting stage completed; editing stage started, BETA STAGE UNDERWAY

Setting: one little cottage in a sweeping golden field with Heaven looming above

POV: Third person, unreliable narrator, moving between characters

Main characters: Anne and Tyrone, featuring Heaven and the Promised Lands

Logline: Two hundred years after the Turning, one angel breaks off and tries to restore faith to Heaven, as handed to her by a tiny human child.

There's a place beneath Heaven where, in a shoddy little cottage, a mother and her child live. They are to wait for her promised day, when angels shall descend and devour their souls. For faith has been broken. Memories of kindness and warmth remain mere whispers, cracked under two centuries of prayers answered with bloodied chapels and trails of corpses, and callous wings plucking souls out of their once faithfuls' chests.

Tyrone knows his Mother is just waiting for the day the angels will come. She wishes to sacrifice herself to see her child out of the Promised Lands, so she fills his childhood with horrible stories meant to make him afraid and get him used to the inevitable. She succeeds. Tyrone is afraid, but of everything. Most of all, of the loneliness that keeps him company, and disperses only at night. Because, under the stars, he sees an angel on the rims of Heaven, taking care of her field of clouds, a mirror to how he toils over his wheatfield. That’s when he first feels they are the same. So when she falls one day, he asks not that she spare him, but that she stay.

And, slowly, the nights turn so very warm.

It’s been two centuries since the angels knew where they wished to go. They live suspended in time, caught between memory and hatred. Anne, their Angel of Lies, has only ever cared for Heaven. For them, she’d draw their anger onto herself, if only they acknowledged they were still hung up on humanity. She’s tired. She’s old. Even the stars have closed their path off to the angels, and she doesn’t know what to do. So when she is met with sincerity for the first time in centuries, she wonders if she’s found a way. If nothing else, anger would reanimate Heaven, and for a little while stop the angels’ slow fall towards death. She listens to a child’s quiet wish, and agrees.

Curiosity, she calls it.

They begin by using each other. With time, this no longer holds true, and they learn something. It was a thin line between that and caring about one another. And warmth, as it were, comes with sorrows shared.

!! Yeah, after this point it's outrageously outdated. I made this post after finishing draft 2, and now 'quiv is a draft 6. So, while I'm not going to delete anything, take what's below like a trip down the memory lane more than anything?

Other major characters:

The Mother, whose name is self-explanatory. Would love to be an antagonist, but is generally well-meaning. She has a clear vision of herself and what she wants, she's always a spearhead. Marked to one day be reaped by angels, she loathes them with a vengeance and will do anything to get Tyrone out of the Promised Lands.                     

Keywords: tapestry, butterflies, plum brandy, forgetting since she can't forgive

Malchior, the Angel of Madness, once a beloved angel of Heaven - but he couldn't choose a side until the end of the Turning, and lost his standing. The main antagonist of the story, Anne's oldest friend before they both changed. Prone to fighting with everyone.

Keywords: green wings, lavender, warmth, the one who made others love the place

Imera, the Angel of Unrest who caused the Turning. The second antagonist of the book, and Heaven looks at him as the de facto leader. Rules with a kind smile hiding threats. His is a conflict with the stars.

Keywords: red wings, stone puppies, half-a-year pilgrimages, summer storms, mourning

Tag: #aquiver-aglow (excerpts, tag games, for both drafts, and an additional 'notes draft')

Short story: The Daystar

Other links: Anne, Malchior, Imera, Tyrone, Color and Belief (fair warning, Malchior and Imera's are old and need some love from me when I have the time)

Excerpts: Imera snippets, Wandering, Something Like Warmth, Night Keeps Something, Beginnings, Night Visitor, The Poplar Cheers, Wolves, Red Chapels, The Chapel of Loh, As We Never Were, Tiny Tiny Excerpt, Gentler Lie, Sleepiness, Mezusa, It's Hard Being a Door

! There is a taglist, but I rarely use it. As always, tell me wherever if you want to be added or taken off, no pressure.

[macybeckham7]

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I'd love to see me from your point of view.

You had never met anyone who loved you as much as he did with you, everyone told you that you had a special one there. You knew you had cause nobody ever loved me like you do. You knew he could get any girl in the world so you didn’t understand why he did choose you.

You know me better than I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. It was like he was in your mind, he could read all your emotions and always knew the right things to say at the right time, always knowing if you needed a pep talk or a simple shoulder to cry or just someone to be around. He just had to give you one look and you would just unbottle all your emotions to him.

You love how you touch my soul from the outside, always making you feel so loved. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too, he adored all your sides and never let you feel unappreciated.

You had no clue how you got so lucky with him but you wished you could see me from your point of view, to understand what he loved about you and why he stayed. He knew about your dating history and would never make you feel rushed into doing anything you didn’t want to, many times you stopping midway through. You were so used to having a relationship so one sided that I'm gеtting used to receiving. And whenever there was a bump in the road you were so quick to leave thinking you had fucked it up.

I'ma love you even though I'm scared, that’s what you promised him as he promised you that he would never hurt you.

He gently caressing your cheek as he mutters ‘From where I am sat, you are the most perfect in the whole world and I am a lucky fucker to have you by my side. I love every single part of you, your flaws and all and I just wished you could see what I see’ he says softly.

You got more than 20/20, babe
Made of glass, the way you see through me

[alwaysmydear]

Tyrone Johnson and Tandy Bowen going from not being able to touch the other to holding on the other's hand and not letting go is so powerful.

[livingdreams97]

Daenerys Targaryen -- "The rightful heir." (part 2)

Daenerys Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: Tiryon Lannister asks his queen for a favor: to help his missing nephew in a questionable way and just as his sister; Cercei proclaims the iron throne. The favor is to save his nephew and create a union between the heir of the House Baratheon and the mother of dragons.

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible. Do you guys think that the parts are too long? Or they have a good lenght?

Daenerys POV

Tyrion had left Dragonstone a couple of hours ago, along with four Unsullied and a ship. Outside was a storm like the one that two decades ago existed on the day of my birth, or so those present say.

I just wait for the return of my hand, safe and sound looking out the window of the map room. I don't know what to expect from Tyron's nephew, I don't want to seem paranoid or anything like that; but I don't know him and I don't know what he can be capable of.

In addition to that, I doubt that after spending his entire life with the now queen Cercei Lannister, the evil and cunning of his mother has not rubbed off on him. So he is a person that I have to take care of and that I have to observe to be sure that i´m not in danger.

I hear the door to the map room being opened, so I immediately turn around and watch my hand creep in. I look at the features of his face, realizing that they are contracted and the concern can be clearly seen on his face.

Daenerys: Has something happened? - I ask curiously, thinking that perhaps he is worried about not finding his nephew and about his condition.

Tyron: No my lady, everything has gone as planned.- He answers me with a small grimace.

Daenerys: Then why do you have that face? - I ask, taking a couple of steps towards where he is.

Tyron: It's been a long time since the last time I saw him.- he answers me and I look at him confused. -It has changed and I couldn't tell if it was for the better or for the worse.- He comments and all my alarms go off.

Daenerys: I must talk to him.- I order and walk towards the door.

Tyron: No, please.- He says, grabbing my arm gently. -He needs a while to process what happened and feel safe here.- he explains and I shake my head.

If his own uncle says that he has changed and that he does not know if it is for the better or for the worse; it is an alarm signal. A sign so that my presence is necessary and I can see with my own eyes what I may face in the near future.

Daenerys: He will have all the time to process what he needs after I talk to him.- I say bluntly. -I have trusted you to bring him to my house, now as your queen I have the right to see your nephew and make sure he doesn't suppose any danger to me.- I finish saying and look at Gray-Worm to follow me. -Don't let him out until i come back.- I say to the guards at the entrance over my hand.

I walk through the castle with Gray-Worm at my side, feeling my heart pounding with intrigue and the insecurity of having a Baratheon in my castle.

And not just any Baratheon. The legitimate son and heir of the usurper of my family and the ones in the throne.

I won't rest easy until I see him and make sure he's not a threat to my reign and personal life. I stand in front of the door of the chambers that have been prepared for him, taking deep breaths and gently knocking on the door.

When I don't hear an answer, I glance at Gray-Worm and he cautiously starts to open the door. As soon as the door opens, I can appreciate the dim light in the room thanks to the candlelight and look at the seemingly empty place.

I take an unsteady step into the room, fearing a surprise attack. But that fear turns into surprise, when I look to the right side where the bathtub is and I find myself with a semi-naked body.

My eyes scan the exposed skin, revealing multiple bruises and cuts with dried blood all around. I see the slight relief of the ribs on the sides of his body, looking at his slightly swollen stomach; possibly due to air and the pale color of his skin in the areas free of bruises; although they barely exist.

I glance up his neck, meeting a sharp jawline and the features of a thin face. The cheeks of his face are somewhat deflated, revealing the bone of his cheekbones and several bruises and small cuts on his face.

I see the dark bags under his eyes, probably due to a possible lack of sleep and finally I meet his eyes. I open my eyes even more surprised, when I find myself with a green eye and a brown one.

I had never witnessed anything like it, I had never before seen a person with an eye of each color and I would not have imagined that it could be so hypnotic. But I come out of my thoughts, when I see something familiar being reflected in his eyes and I can tell what it is: fear.

Tyrion may be right and many years have passed since he last saw his nephew. But what I have right now in front of my eyes is not a prince, it is not an aggressive deer or lion and heir to the throne.

What I have in front of me right now is a scared, beaten person who looks more like a man in the street than a prince. Something stirs inside me at the thousands of possibilities and for everything he has had to suffer to see himself like this.

Daenerys: You must be Y/n Baratheon, Tyrion's nephew.- I say with a calm voice; trying not to let the fear grow in his eyes.

Y/n: Yes.- He answers barely without a voice, hoarsely and with just an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Daenerys: It's a pleasure to have you here.- I assure him with a small smile, seeing how his eyes pass between Gray-Worm and me with some fear. -Wait outside, I'll call you if anything.- I tell my personal security in Valyrio.

I watch as Gray-Worm looks at me uncertainly, then nods and leaves the room closing the door behind him. I glance back at the guy in front of me, noticing how he's taken a step back and is staring at the hot tub next to him.

Daenerys: You can take a bath if you want.- I remember looking between him and the bathtub.

Y/n: I don't think it's appropriate to do it in front of a lady.- he whispers hoarsely without looking at me.

Daenerys: You won't be the first man I've seen naked, I've been married and the male anatomy is not unknown to me.- I clarify, downplaying it and walking towards the table with the wine.

Y/n: Even so, your majesty, I don't think it's appropriate.- He comments still in a hoarse voice and in a low way.

Daenerys: Then I won't look.- I assure him, pouring me a glass of wine. -Do you want wine?- I ask him, turning to see him completely still where I found him when I entered the room.

Y/n: No thanks, I don't drink.- He slightly shakes his head and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Daenerys: You don't drink wine? - I ask curious and he just denies.

Y/n: I've seen what wine can do to people, not all people are the same and not all react the same.- He begins to explain to me in a low way. -But I've seen the worst that can come out of a person and the damage it can do.- he tells me and I nod somewhat in agreement.

Daenerys: So water? - I ask and I notice how he plays with his hands insecurely.

Y/n: I... this... there´s not... there's no water left.- he says in an insecure manner, I raise my eyebrow in surprise and look at the water pitcher, finding it empty. -I was... I was thirsty.- He comments and sighs taking the jar.

I walk with the jar a few steps, watching as he backs away quickly in fear and I widen my eyes in surprise. I stop walking immediately, trying not to scare him anymore and unable to help but feel my heart sink at his reaction.

Daenerys: Hey no, I'm not going to do anything to you.- I deny sympathetically. -I'm just going to ask them to bring you more water.- I whisper in a soft voice, trying to reassure him and not feel afraid.

Y/n: No need, I don't want to bother anyone.- He denies immediately without wanting to look at me.

Daenerys: Of course yes, you are clearly thirsty and the jar is empty.- I assure him, since I have seen his lips completely dry at first and that is a clear example of the lack of hydration in his body. -Besides that, it won't be any inconvenience.- I clarify with a slight smile.

Y/n: No.. no need, I can wait until tomorrow.- He assures me and I shake my head.

Daenerys: It's okay, just let me ask for more water and they'll bring it to you right away.- I assure him and walk back to the door.

I open the door a few inches, seeing Gray-Worm handing the mug to another of the Unsullied. I ask them to fill the pitcher with water and bring it back immediately. I close the door and turn around to find Y/n in the same corner.

Daenerys: Now you can get in the bathtub.- I indicate pointing to the still hot water.

Y/n: I'm not sure.- He denies looking at the bathtub and then at me.

Daenerys: I promise not to look.- I tell him with confidence. -But I have to talk to you and I won't leave until I do.- I assure him seriously.

POV You

I look with fear and insecurity at the queen my uncle told me about. I don't know what kind of queen she is, I don't know if she will be similar to my mother or completely opposite to her. My uncle has assured me that she is a good woman, that she cares for her people and that I will be safe with her.

But that is my uncle's opinion and not mine. Many people said the same about my mother, especially when it came to her children and how a lioness always defends her cubs.

But that was never like that with me, only during my first year of life and I don't even remember what maternal love is. So I can't just listen to my uncle and ignore any kind of threat.

After all, if my own mother has been able to torture me for years and lock me in the dungeon without regard. Who assures me that the woman in front of me will not do it too; or worst.

I swallow hard at her intimidating gaze, knowing I have no other choice, and nod my head slightly.

She seems pleased with my answer, as she gives me a slight smile and walks back to the table with the drinks.

I stare at the water in the tub, feeling the dirt clinging to my body and the need to remove the grimy clothes from my body. With a discreet glance at the woman in the room, I make sure she's not looking and quickly remove my remaining clothing.

I put one foot in the hot water first, making sure it's not too hot, and then I put the other foot in. I start to crouch down and with every inch that my body sinks, the coldness of my body disappears by the moment.

I rub my arms and torso, immediately feeling the dirt and dried blood dissolve in the water.

I close my eyes, resting my back against the wall of the bathtub and enjoying the moment in complete silence. Although I remain somewhat alert, since I do not forget the presence of the white-haired woman and my uncle's queen in the room.

I jump startled when there is a knock on the door and I look alertly at the big wooden door. What if my mother found out about the leak? What if she is the one who comes looking for me? What if my punishment is now worse for escaping? What has...

Daenerys: Calm down.- I hear her sweet voice, making me get out of my panic and look at her. -Surely it's the water.- she tries to reassure me.

Y/n: And if it isn't? - I ask with a certain tremor in my voice without being able to avoid it.

Daenerys: I assure you that you are safe here.- She tells me with a soft look and walks towards the door with all the calm in the world.

I observe every step she takes, every gesture she makes no matter how small; looking for an iota of fear or some other feeling that is not calm in her face, to make sure and know how to act if something bad can happen.

Daenerys: Thank you very much.- She thanks after opening the door and receiving something in her hand.

As she closes the door again, I realize she has the pitcher of water from earlier in her hand and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

She walks calmly to the table, where she fills a glass with water and begins her walk with glass in hand towards me. I cover myself as best I can, when I realize that she will be close to me and if I don't cover myself at all she will see me completely naked.

Daenerys: Here.- She offers me the glass with a smile.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper quietly, since my throat still hurts a little and I extend a hand to receive the cup.

I look at the transparent liquid in the glass, somewhat insecure and distrustful. I have learned little from my mother, but what I have learned is that any time and object is good to eliminate your enemies.

Daenerys: It's just water.- She assures me kneeling next to the bathtub. -You are the only living nephew of my hand, the few times he has spoken of you; He has always done it in a positive way and I respect your uncle.- she tells me looking me straight in the eye. -I would never try to do anything to you, without first knowing how your relationship with your mother is, why they were in the dungeon, a few more things and making sure that you are not a threat to me.- she tells me and I nod a little shy at her closeness.

I can't lie and say that her beauty is not obvious. Besides that it has a wild and natural point that makes it look even more beautiful. She is a woman of a beauty beyond the everyday, her aura imposes power, confidence, security and warmth at the same time.

But as beautiful as she is, her beauty does not overshadow that of my beloved Margaery and the softness with which she looked at me.

In addition to the fact that my mother always said that the more beautiful women; more dangerous and lethal they were. She always defended a saying: "Men are clumsy, narcissistic and direct when it comes to their murders or intentions; while a woman plans, waits and acts at the perfect moment thanks to her cunning."

And considering my mother and all the wicked and twisted things she's done; It is a saying that I have very present in my life. You could even say that I carry it engraved in the scars on my skin.

Y/n: None.- I answer your first question; before taking a big sip of water.

Daenerys: Excuse me? - question confused.

Y/n: My relationship with my mother.- I clarify, seeing the doubt on her face. -I haven't had any relationship with my mother since I was a year old, and if I have it, it's always negative for me.- I tell her looking towards the glass.

Daenerys: And why would that be? - She asks curiously and through my peripheral vision I can see her fingers playing on the edge of the bathtub.

Y/n: Because I am the only blood son of my father, because I am not blonde with blue eyes, because I am not as bad as Joffrey, because I am not as manipulable as Tommen and because I am too kind according to her.-  I give several answers, all real and with compelling reasons for my mother.

Daenerys: Being kind is not a bad thing.- She assures me and I bite my lip insecurely.

My mother has always told me; rather shouted that I am too soft and kind followed by a slap. She always thought that I couldn't sit on the throne because I was soft and everyone would take advantage of me.

Y/n: That's not what my mother thinks and it's not what my grandfather thought either.- I tell her finishing my water.

Daenerys: Well, I assure you it's not a bad thing.- she tells me and I feel the warm touch of her hand on my bare shoulder; causing me to jump in surprise. -And why were you in the dungeon?- she asks with clear curiosity in her tone of voice.

Y/n: Because I am the last living son of his marriage to my father, the heir to the throne and the only one who can stand in her way to the throne.- I answer honestly. -To be honest, I didn't expect to be alive after Tommen's death and even less after being imprisoned.- I admit swallowing hard with pain, knowing that for my mother I'm just a hindrance and she wouldn't have minded killing me if it meant getting to the throne without any problem in the end.

Daenerys: I don't think your mother was capable of doing that.- She assures me and I look at her as if she had two heads. -A mother gives everything for and for her children, and I doubt that your mother would send you to kill for the throne.- she tries to encourage me but she doesn't know her.

Y/n: Never underestimate my mother.- I tell her looking straight into her eyes with seriousness. -My mother is ambitious and no one or nothing has ever stopped her from getting what she wanted. And if I am a obstacle on her way to the throne; like you, from her point of view, it doesn't mean anything if I'm her son or enemy, I'm a problem and problems are rooted out.- I assure her with total sincerity.

Daenerys: But it's your mother.- She tries to dissuade me from my thoughts.

Y/n: That's why I know what he's capable of.- I say with confidence. -In addition to the fact that she has not been my mother in my last 22 years; nor I his son from his point of view.- I assure her letting out a small sigh.

Daenerys: Do you want more water? - She asks me after a few seconds in silence, staring at me.

Y/n: Yes, please.- I respond, returning the glass with the only free hand I have.

She gives me a light squeeze on the shoulder, which makes me wince, and with good reason. Since I have a large bruise in the area and cut from the shoulder to the end of the scapula.

Daenerys: Sorry.- She apologizes guiltily and walks back to the table.

I take advantage of this moment and completely submerge myself in the water. I hold my breath for a few moments, trying to forget everything that has happened in the last month and all the people I have lost in the last few years.

I surface when I hear something against the ground and a pair of hands in my armpits. I open my eyes, wiping away the excess water with my hands and turning to see the queen's worried face.

Daenerys: Are you okay? What happened? - Ask between worried and stressed. -I turned around to fill your cup and then you wouldn't come out of the water.- s he explains to me and still doesn't remove the worried expression from her face.

Y/n: Yes, I'm fine.- I answer feeling her warm hands still on my body. -I didn't mean to scare your Majesty, it's something I've done since I was little to relax and escape my thoughts for a few seconds.- I explain seeing how worried she is.

Daenerys: Well, you scared me to death.- she says with a small smile. -If you die in my presence, I won't be able to prevent your uncle from believing and thinking that I was the one who murdered you.- she comments with a tone of amusement and I can't help but let out a small hoarse laugh.

Y/n: I'm really sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to scare you, much less give you a hard time.- I assure her with some sadness. -Especially after taking me in and helping me escape from my mother.- I say with a grimace.

Daenerys: It's okay, but I'll have to serve you another glass of water.- She points with one of her hands to the glass on the ground and the water scattered in the water.

Y/n: I can do it, Your Majesty, I just have to go out and put on some clothes.- I tell her, trying to get up, but she puts her hands on my shoulders again and pulls me so I don't get up.

Daenerys: Your back is still a bit dirty.- She comments and I try to look, but clearly I can't. -I'll clean your back.- she assures me with a soft voice and I open my eyes wide.

Y/n: It's not necessary, Your Majesty.- I deny immediately and try to get back up, but she stops me again.

Daenerys: Nothing's going to happen to me for cleaning your back.- she comments with a small laugh, taking the damp cloth from the edge and putting it in the water. -Now go ahead a little and don't move.- she asks me and I immediately do it.

I immediately feel the rag on my back, moving up and down gently and without applying much pressure. Probably because of my blows and injuries inflicted by my mother's guards during my stay in the dungeon.

Y/n: What else do you want to know? - I ask in a whisper to avoid silence.

Daenerys: In case I manage to reach the throne, would you oppose my coronation and would you acclaim the throne as king? - she ask and I have plenty of time to answer.

Y/n: No.- I answer emphatically.

Daenerys: Why not? - asks with curiosity in her voice.

Y/n: I don't think I'm the king that the people and the seven kingdoms deserve.- I answer honestly.

Daenerys: Your uncle believes that an alliance between the two of us would be the most appropriate, especially to help me reach the throne and to appease the people.- she tells me and I remain silent for a moment.

Y/n: What type of alliance? - I ask with some fear, since I only know two types of alliance; that one of marriage and that of kneeling.

Daenerys: He believes that the best option is to arrange a marriage between us.- she answers me with some evident insecurity in her voice. -He thinks it's the best, since for the people here I am a foreign queen and your presence by my side could take me directly to the throne and the acceptance of the people.- she explains herself and somehow I see it, but I'm not sure marry and less after what I promised Margaery.

Y/n: I can't.- I deny in a whisper. -I made a promise and I can't break it.- I explain briefly with a broken voice, remembering that day and Margaery's face when I promised to only handcuff myself to her.

Daenerys: I understand.- I listen as she says from my back. -But can I know what that promise is?- she asks and I swallow heavily, thinking about whether to tell him or not.

I think for a moment, feeling how she continues to wipe my back and I decide that it is the least she deserves after her help.

Y/n: I promised Margaery a while ago, that I would proclaim the throne and marry her and only her. I promised her that I would be faithful to her and that she would only handcuff me to someone if that someone was her.- I explain and I can hear her taking a deep breath.

Daenerys: That's very nice.- she assures me. -I understand why you don't want to do it, at the end of the day you will return to her and you will want to marry the woman you love.- she comments and now who takes a deep breath is me.

Y/n: I will never marry her.- I answer with sincerity and pain because of the reality that she is no longer by my side.

Daenerys: But did you promise her? - asks with evident confusion in her tone of voice.

Y/n: I promised her when she was alive, now she's gone and I'll keep my promise.- I answer and being like the rag stops moving on my back.

Daenerys: I was married.- she admits and I turn surprised to see her. -But he was injured in a fight and I couldn't do anything to save him.- she tells me and I can see the pain reflected in her purple and blue eyes.

Y/n: I'm sorry.- I say feeling guilty for bringing up the subject.

Daenerys: It's okay.- she downplays it by leaving the rag aside. -These are things that happen, at first it hurts a lot. But day by day the pain becomes lighter and you begin to overcome it.- she assures me with a very slight smile.

Y/n: And how do you overcome that? - I ask really interested, not wanting to continue feeling the immense pain and emptiness in my chest.

Daenerys: With time.- she answers me simply. -Time heals everything and one day you will remember Margaery with a smile on her face. But you can not refuse to love again, much less with your age and close possibilities of a new love. - she comments wisely.

Y/n: You say it from experience? - I ask curious and more relaxed in her presence.

Daenerys: Yes.- She answers me with a small friendly smile. -I loved my husband, although the beginning of our relationship was not the best or the most desired on my part. I loved him and I suffered a lot when he died, but I met another man and although it was not something entirely serious; It has helped me move forward and feel the affection and contact of another person again.- She tells me and I can only look at her with envy, wanting to feel like this and not like I am doing now.

Y/n: I'm sorry I can't marry your majesty, but it's my soon and my promises mean everything to me.- I apologize, knowing that this would benefit her a lot and avoid many deaths.

Daenerys: It's okay, I understand and you don't have to feel bad about it.- She assures me with a wider smile. -But I have one last question.- she comments and I look at her curiously.

Y/n: And which one would it be? - I ask, turning to face her.

Daenerys: I wanted to know if you would support me in my accession to the throne or if you would defend your mother? - she asks me with a serious face.

I stare at her for a few moments, detailing every detail of her face and figure. From her platinum hair, to her deep and beautiful purple and blue eyes. Right down to the fine, straight shape of her nose, the shape of her lips, and the almost imperceptible scar on the upper left side of her forehead.

The truth is that she is an impressive woman and without even trying she is majestic. But she deserves more than an arranged marriage with someone as empty, broken and little as me.

My answer on the other hand was easy and much more after having talked with her.

Y/n: You have done much more for me in one night than my mother has done for me in 23 years, Your Majesty.- I comment with confidence. -If what my uncle has told me about you is true, the seven kingdoms cannot have a better queen than you and you have my word that I will be by your side the rest of the way.- I answer honestly, seeing as with each word the smile on her face increases and her eyes take on a different shine.

Daenerys: I'm glad to hear that.- She nods, to get up and smooth her dress. -Now I'll go so you can get out of the bathtub and you can finally rest.- she says walking towards the door.

Y/n: Wait your majesty.- I say turning around again to face her. -Thank you very much for the help and for getting me out of the dungeon.- I thank her with all the sincerity and gratitude possible.

Daenerys: It was nothing.- she denies, dismissing it as unimportant. -I hope you feel comfortable here, that you can heal both emotionally and physically and don't hesitate to ask me for anything.- she says and I nod with some sadness. -And you can call me Daenerys, you don't have to be so formal and treat me with majesty.- she smiles at me and I smile back; before she leaves the room.

I sigh, seeing the wrinkles on my fingers and deciding it's time to get out of the water. I dress in a pair of pants that had been spread out on the white linen bed and lay down on the bed after picking up the glass from the floor.

Today has been a long and busy day. I just hope tomorrow is a calmer day and things are better from now on. With one last weary breath, I let the comfort and quality of the mattress and furs envelop me in a much needed deep sleep.