#afflicted lands

[fiercefauna]

The Boys are Back in Town Peace of mind dictated I make another Afflicted Lands episode to recover from recent burnout over figuring out videos and YouTube. Basically this is an illustration accompanied by a brief written tale. I haven’t numbered the episodes because I may not write them in order and am attempting to create short stories that hold up without exposition or context. Reading more stories might hint at a backstory and reveal world secrets. Depending on how good I am at this . . .

That said, read on for Literate Monsters!

Sometimes a new building would be built, and the distinction between it and the older buildings would be so impactful I would have to react. Not by asking questions but by going out, and finding out. I was no longer so young the explanation that the old buildings just grew into existence in the exact state they were in, satisfied me. There had to have been something here before, before me, before everyone. 

An odd genre of fairytales attesting to a flat-faced people with fur atop their heads was so lore-heavy it occurred to me I might be looking at something that was, at least at some point, very real indeed. A good source for information had always been the old school, it was almost as if any record of anything had been carried in from the old neighborhoods and collected there. 

Carried in by what, should have been obvious. 

It was hard however, to see the powdery, luminescent, frilled things, with their tangled limbs and habit of not ever moving when it was possible to see them do it, as beings with any agency. I’d found the fishers so terrifying as a child that Father could end our arguments instantly by asking if I’d rather talk to them.  

Other things out there in the world, were far more ornery but there was something about fishers  that always sent me running home when a crowd of them blocked the lonely roads at dusk. Though they walked the halls of the school, I crept past them in search of books, files, DVDs, VHS, and unexpectedly - internet! They would cut the old building’s power eventually and drag me out of the mildewed offices after silently moving the furniture I’d piled in the doorways. That these old buildings had power did not seem odd at the time. I knew wires as dangerous weeds in need of control, not infrastructure to be manufactured and installed. As much as the thought of being caught and carried home by the things brought terror, there were secrets in the school I was sure were important.  

The old ledgers with their facts and figures stored in bins made of plastic were the last thing I had investigated because they seemed so prestigiously dull, yet the effect of my inquiries that day were profound, for this was the first time any of the fisher had spoken, or rather written, to me. A piece of chalk met the old green board - a thing whose final lessons hadn’t been disturbed even by the winds blasting through broken windows - and wrote. “Come back when you’re older.” 

After that, it had not been possible to return, not until I was well out of apprenticeship and had almost forgotten about my childhood haunts. I saw the words it had written were still on the board in the room where I had found the ledgers. Time was a very different thing in this place. 

They gathered around me, one holding some ledgers. It seemed they had interpreted my boredom and nosiness decades ago for a deep care and interest in the ledgers, which they seemed to value highly. Assuming I hadn’t really cared that much about the old record books, it was with a very different mind that I looked at those words on the lichen covered green board in a room that was worse for wear but still had pipes humming and yellowed monitors glowing their strange un-death. The weight of my lived years crashed down. The fishers were patient, terrifyingly so, and there was something here they really, really, really wanted me to see.  

[artuurle]

How strong is Grujaja?

However strong i need him to be in the moment to be funny

Jokes aside, Strong enough to lift Hector, who is not a small or light guy in any way, so pretty strong all things considered. Able to lift a few hundred pounds at least.

[widowshill]

1966 PARALLEL TIME.

In another version of Collinsport, Maine, where the road diverged in 1956: or, rather, Roger Collins swerved from it. devised with @tortoisesshells <3

DRAMATIS PERSONAE: 

BURKE DEVLIN: husband to LAURA, father to DAVID, and chief financial officer for Collins Enterprises. ELIZABETH'S friend and personal advisor; ROGER'S friend, adversary, fixation, and supervisor.

ROGER COLLINS: part-shareholder and glorified office boy at the Collins cannery. uncle and father-figure to CAROLYN; soon-to-be divorcé; the last Collins.

ELIZABETH COLLINS STODDARD: has majority control of the business and the household, depending steadily on her brother. facilitated ROGER'S engagement with family friends in London, but the marriage produced no children.

CAROLYN STODDARD: sole heiress to Collinwood, the business, and fortune. student at Bryn Mawr college. sometimes-girlfriend of JOE HASKELL on school holidays.

VICTORIA WINTERS: secretary, companion, and all other duties as assigned. MRS. STODDARD'S primary liaison between Collinwood and the cannery.

SAM EVANS: artist and part-time illustrator for Rumson Publishing Company. father to MAGGIE EVANS, whom he helps put through night classes.

BILL MALLOY: ELIZABETH'S fleet manager: oversees daily operations and management of the boats, leaving BURKE to the finances. safe harbor for Collinsport strays.

[divinekangaroo]

falling - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

PART ONE - DAY ONE

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9

PART TWO - MONTH ONE (Or Maybe Month Two, Or Three)

Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14 | Ch 15 | Ch 16 | Ch 17 | Ch 18

PART THREE - A YEAR (Or So)

Ch 19 | Ch 20 | Ch 21 | Ch 22 | Ch 23 | Ch 24 | ??

A Modern AU take on Tommy's immediate return from military service, and the period between his demobilisation and the start of S1.

(Tags shall be progressively updated)

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Tommy Shelby/Freddie Thorne, Arthur Shelby, Polly Grey, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Johnny Dogs, Various Lees, John Shelby's Children, Zhang, S1E1 Red Dust Girl, Sergeant Moss | Alternative Universe, Modern AU (ish), No iPhones (yet), Awkwardness, Age Difference, Disassociation, Miscommunication, Banter, Fast Food Vendor of your Choice, Pre-Season, Past Trauma, Flirting, Have I Met You Before, Heckling, Cars, Drug Use, Past Childhood Trauma, Mrs Shelby Lives, Gender Role Dynamics, Small Neighbourhoods, Past Greta Jurossi, Brotherly Dynamics, Sibling Dynamics, Class Issues, Attraction, Casual Sex, Car Sex, Military Transition Program, Wilful Medical Noncompliance, Melodrama, Illegal Bookmaking, 90s Fashion, 2000s Fashion, Slow Reveal, Slow Burn, Coming Home, Dysfunctional Family, Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Bad SMS Etiquette, Gang Activity, Domesticity, Booty Call, Guilt, Shame, So Much Marijuana, Arms Dealing, Crimes & Criminals, Ill Informed Economic Theorising, Wanking, Ethnicity, Stereotyping

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[agent-jaselin]

Also on the TMA/Ffxv fusion situation, I think Melanie, basira, georgie , and daisy are still creeped out by Jon and think he’s dangerous but it’s more just ingrained lucian prejudice than anything real this time.

Not cause they are bad people but because jon is a hedge-witch and only the royals are supposed to have magic, he’s literally a heretic it is correct and logical to be wary (it just so happens the gods are assholes and you shouldn’t even trust them.)

Difference here is jon could not give less of a shit i think. He’s friends with local hunters and others who still believe archaic philosophies so he’s good xD

[saint-starflicker]

I do sympathize with people feeling the age about book protagonists who were the same age or older than the readers at the time of publication when they read the new releases, and now there's remakes or prequels and those characters are still young

but also...

...doesn't anybody still write post-canon future-fics?

The new generation of fans can still enjoy the new canon.

But imaginary people can do anything. Imaginary people can get old. They can get old and wrangle rent. They can take cars to mechanics. They can wait in line to do government paperwork and then wait in even more line. They can fall behind on slang or tech, and get shocked and scandalized by upcoming trends.

Doesn't that alleviate the angst?

[gigginox]

oughhogfugh zinogre

[dullahandyke]

need to do a thing but im too busy envisioning a crossover fic in which ienzo kingdomhearts and athena cykes become bffs

[astrolook]

🔮🧐Astro Observations - 2🧐🔮

Note: This post fits both the Western and Vedic system. Take what resonates and leave the rest. One placement or aspect cannot say much and the whole chart has to be analyzed to know further. Lemme know in the comments if any of these hit home!

People with 3rd lord in the 1st house are patriotic and proud of their ethnicity wherever they go. They would defend their country even if their country is in the wrong. These natives are proud of their language and you can identify which state/ city they come from with their slang. Attached to their hometown as well.

Alternatively, people with 9th lord in the 1st are patriotic to the country they settle in. Not their own. It doesn't mean they hate their country. They are always attracted to foreign cultures and naturally, they adopt and exhibit traits/ beauty standards that are common in the country they're fond of, even from a young age. When these people move to foreign lands, it's usually permanent and they won't come back. They would easily pass as a native of the country they settle as well - accent and clothing for example.

People with 9th lord in the 6th can travel a lot for work or stay abroad for work while their family lives back home. Ex: military, business trips, contract-based jobs like in the UAE, etc.

Saturn in 9th house people can be closed-minded or have conservative opinions when it comes to religion and politics. Their father would live a long life, at least would hit 75, if not afflicted by any malefics.

Moon in the 5th house can indicate someone who cooks well, irrespective of gender. It's also a good placement for food-related businesses - restaurants, selling food products, catering, etc. Also, these natives are usually blessed with daughters rather than sons. One thing I've noticed with this placement is that these people tend to have stretch marks on their belly. Don't get into arguments with these people when they're hungry. Angry + Hungry = Hangry.

People with Uranus in the 5th house crush on someone only to forget them a week or month later if they find out that their crush does something they don't like. Their attraction to people changes faster than a tornado changing its direction. Quick recovery from breakups too. Can let go in 30 seconds.

People with Uranus in the 2nd house earn money all at once and then nothing for months. Saving for the rainy day is important. Earnings can be inconsistent, but can earn well through speculative gains or tech-related gains. Ex: freelancers, youtubers, streamers, news hosts, ISPs, tech services, reddit mods, programmers, actors, producers, anything media related, etc.

Having planets like Jupiter or Venus in the 8th house is beneficial for longevity for your spouse and also attaining wealth through marriage. If your spouse's chart has malefics pointing to a shorter life span, after marrying you, their life gets an extension for a few more decades sponsored by the Universe, a gift you give to your spouse. Also, if your spouse is prone to diseases or illness or accidents before marrying you, your 8th house will save them and assure sound health and recovery.

Mars in the 12th house people can achieve in sports or jobs that require physical labor or activity - military, karate, any sport, gym coach, mechanical/civil/ aircraft engineer, etc in foreign lands. Yes, they would be recognized for their talent in foreign lands.

Saturn Rx in the 11th house people often find friends later in life or none at all. Betrayal from their social circle is a theme here. These natives get along with strangers better online than with people around them in reality.

Venus in the 6th house people, especially women, need to be careful while choosing a fellow woman as your friend. They might gossip or badmouth you behind your back and act like your bestie when you're around. Before being intimate with your partner, make sure you're taking precautions as you're hella fertile and also ask about your partner's medical history before, as this placement is prone to getting STDs and such. It can indicate someone who likes to spend money on handbags and other accessories, and they might even have a collection of it.

Women with Venus in Virgo give cat girl energy. They love cats and if they had enough money to own a pet, they would happily choose a cat as their pet. Even though Venus is debilitated here, these women still carry a "sexy librarian look". With glasses, these women would look hot. This also indicates that their wardrobe would be dominated by certain colors, usually their favorite colors and you won't see a colorful collection. They even dislike certain colors if they're too dark or too light. Can be constipated at times. Food or skin allergies are a possibility. Sometimes people mistake these women for a Virgo ascendant. Yes, this one placement can dominate their entire look regardless of where it's placed. These natives wear makeup that would look so natural, you can't say whether they have their makeup on or not. These women aren't afraid of going out bare-faced.

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[rose-maidenn]

Astrology observations

Hi besties hope you're doing well and hope you all have been talking care of yourself ❤️ here are some observations for you 🪻

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Venus in the 5th will make you experience young love without affliction if there is a Saturn aspect or relation you may experience love late but it will be like experiencing teenage love for the first time.

There's a saying that in synastry that their planets in your 6th , 8th and 12th are bad but let me tell you all 8th is the worst avoid it at all costs .

Virgos have an inclination towards cute stuff they're generally interested in reliving their old times, their childhood and how it makes them feel now.

Pisces men ( Sidereal ) Aries men ( Tropical) have a sweet addiction .

No one believes they healed the word and made it a better place than a Pisces man (Sidereal) Aries (Tropical) , they have saviour complex .

Sidereal leos , tropical cancers may have dealt with narcissistic and abusive parents .

Pisces women ( Sidereal) are so sweet and nice yet they have less friends because of their authetic and soft personality people are jealous of them and try to copy them a lot .

Mercury in 3 rd will give you good active recall abilities

Venus in 1st will make you beautiful but also really street smart

Some good placements for a sweet voice is water sign in 2nd house in natal , Venus in 2nd , moon in 2nd , 2nd lord sitting in 4th , 4th lord sitting in 2nd .

Stock market placements: Venus in 10, 11 ; rahu-venus , Mercury , jupiter in 11 , sun in 10th .

Wealth / old money placements : sun , jupiter , Saturn (slow growth) in 2nd house .

By far the nakshatra that opens up the slowest is Ashlesha , you may have known them for years but with every conversation you unlock and peel a layer.

Abilities of astral travel are mostly possessed by rahu natives .

No one does manipulation better than a rahuvian ( not this guy telling me believe my emotions more than my actions look how I cry for you) lol !!!

Aquarius women are coquettes not in the way the look but the way they are , they're hot and cold even to the people they love .

Pisces embody the ideal lover archetype .

Ardra, Shatabhisha , Swati men are the rakes .

The ketuvians are the naturals .

The sun doms the charismatic, the star.

Mercury doms are the charmer the rake. ( Want a deep insight on what type you are , check my paid readings list )

No one does diplomacy better than a Taurus women they act like they stand for nothing .

Uttara Phalgunis acquire knowing by just being i feel like knowledge just follows them.

Journalism placements: A good Mercury, Mercury in 3rd , Mercury in 10th/11th , 3rd house lord in 11th , 11/10 lord in 3rd . 3rd / 10th/ 11th stellium .

Placement to buy house early : sun/jup/Venus in 4th , late but better and grand house - Saturn in 4th , Saturn conjunction with jupiter / Venus in 4th.

Confused in which direction to buy a plot of land , check your 4 th house the naks and the see the direction associated with that nakshatra , if your 4th house has malefics check where the lord is situated and use the nakshatra of that house instead.

Want to check how your f.s will spoil you , go to your D9 chart , now from the house where jupiter is placed count 11 houses and check the sign , eg : Libra , expensive clothes and perfumes etc .

Want to check which career will give you most money , choose a career in coincidence with Venus , jupiter and your amatyakaraka . For eg : your Venus is in cancer and jupiter is in Aries and amatyakaraka is mars in Taurus , you need a career that integrates the qualities of these placements thus modelling , air hostess , cook etc will earn you the most .

The sign in the 5th house of your chart is your best student and the sign in the 9th house of your chart is your best teacher . Eg : for an aqua ascendent gemini is the best student and libra will teach them the best .

Hope I could give you some useful astrology observations if you gained something from these please consider a like , reblog and a comment see you in the next babes .

Thank you for reading

[fiercefauna]

I wanted to elaborate on the Crow-based mounts I’ve been slowly ruminating on. Basically, they are dinosaurs. And their presence in the hinterlands indicates the miasma is very old and has been active in our world for a long time - though birds and dinosaurs are immune to it so - it probably didn’t kill the dinosaurs. (I made birds immune to it to give crows a special status in a goth-themed universe.) Surely someone or something was controlling the miasma long before humans came into the picture - or is it just that the miasma knows better than to drive its prey items into total extinction? Who knows, the hinterlands and their plague-masked inhabitants are full of secrets. You can enjoy my character sheet or delve deeper into the mind of a Terra-Corvus in -

Quoth the Corvus

Zephyr had been living by the yellow house three days before he saw the builder. Not the builder of the house so much as one of the things of the type that had built it. It gave him a name, and he had given it a name. For the time being that name would simply be - Builder. Builder was very ill. But that wasn’t unusual. All the creatures of the type that built and lived in buildings were always very ill when one first encountered them. Very ill, and very, very afraid. Builders were useful, but they needed work before they could start, well, building, yet it was good to maintain one’s environs. Environs needed buildings and builders either made them or had something else to do with them. 

Not all houses had large living rooms but this one did. Zephyr preferred a room in which he could comfortably fit without needing to abide the clutter of the smaller compartments. There wasn’t much he could do save keep his patient warm and oversee occasional inspections by other builders as they gestured about their companion like ants. 

“Tolerance?” He inquired when the feverish little thing propped against his side seemed restless. It would probably make a more fitting name than Builder. “I’m - trying - not - to - offend - you. Is that what you mean by tolerance?”

Zephyr was glad to be sitting down, puzzling out the longer strings of sounds builders produced was difficult. They required so much context. It was often assumed more verbal creatures would be more observant, understanding the greater implications of a situation that made all of those extra words unnecessary. “Offend.” Zephyr replied. “So I can leave?” Builder quickly stood up and fled to the kitchen. Slowly, it was learning to understand plain English, a language it theoretically already spoke. There seemed a bell curve where the complexity of sentences eventually resulted in functional incoherence.  

Finally able to move with out risk of stepping on a limb, Zephyr stood carefully, mindful of a floor not meant for heavy, clawed quadrupeds. His back legs were the greater concern, for his front rested on thick knuckle pads that supported a folded array of defensive digits useful for driving predators away from foals and the vulnerable builders who were either suicidal due their constant suffering or assumed everything was a pet. 

With his beak, he took an overcoat from a couch set against the wall and offered it to his charge. “Temperature!” he enunciated clearly despite the object in his mouth. Builders were often bad at pronouncing things despite their far greater dependence on language. It appeared that “Intelligence” was a severe disability that required constant supervision but rewarded those who could properly care for the builders. For builders made towns and tamed lightning. Having many of them was power and comfort itself but you had to keep them alive. 

So many times just tossing back one’s head and snorting, “nevermore” seemed easier but circumstances always kept one coming back, for there was a need to immediately get in builder’s faces and take control of them before they started using words like “animals.” 

[loveemagicpeace]

🌅9th house & Energy🌅

Sun in 9th house- You travel a lot to places that inspire you. You’re not meant to stay still—geographically or spiritually. Travel isn’t just about seeing new places—it’s about becoming more of who you are. Each journey reflects a deeper truth about your identity. You find yourself on the road, in the unknown, under different skies. This Sun seeks a personal truth. Philosophy, law, and spiritual systems aren’t just subjects—they’re tools for understanding your place in the cosmos. There’s often a deep attraction to cultures, languages, and people different from you. These places mirror parts of yourself you didn’t know existed. Your identity expands each time you step outside your cultural comfort zone. You might even live abroad or have karmic ties to foreign lands. Meditation, astrology, mysticism, or sacred rituals may play a major role in how you connect with yourself. Breakthroughs often come through mystical or spiritual moments: dreams, visions, intuitive downloads. These experiences fuel your identity and help you realign when you're lost. They give your life depth and direction. You might be naturally psychic or have “knowings” that shape your decisions and growth. You’re drawn to partners who open your world—emotionally, intellectually, spiritually. You might even fall in love while traveling, studying abroad, or exploring something new.

Moon in 9th house - Travel touches you deeply. You're emotionally stirred by new places and cultures—you don't just visit places, you feelthem. Every journey can feel like a homecoming for the soul or a reflection of your inner world. You may feel called to study subjects that help explain the human experience—like psychology, theology, cultural studies, or spiritual traditions. You may feel emotionally at home in foreign places—sometimes more than in your native environment. Psychic or mystical experiences often bring emotional healing or guidance. Parenthood may be deeply spiritual or philosophical for you—you want to raise children with values and open-mindedness. In love, you seek someone who shares your beliefs or helps you explore emotional meaning. If the Moon is afflicted, emotional fluctuations or lack of rootedness might affect professional consistency. You may feel torn between career and the need for freedom or emotional alignment. If you become a parent, you may be emotionally invested in your children’s romantic choices. You could either nurture a very open-minded approach or feel conflicted if their path differs from your beliefs.

Mercury in 9th house- Mercury here loves to travel—especially to learn. You may be drawn to places with rich culture, deep philosophy, or languages to learn. You can teach other people. Mercury in this house often brings a mental connection to other countries. You may feel at ease speaking foreign languages, living abroad, or working internationally. Foreign cultures stimulate your mind, and your ideas often resonate globally. You might explore multiple spiritual paths—never blindly believing, always questioning, analyzing, absorbing. You need your beliefs to make sense, not just feel good. ou may receive guidance through symbols, synchronicities, or dreams, and then analyze and articulate what they mean. You can have a partner who speaks a different language than you. You can travel a lot and you can travel several times a year. You can gain a lot of inspiration in life from traveling. Your thoughts can be more peaceful when you travel (this relaxes your thoughts).

Venus in 9th house - Your wedding will probably be in a foreign country. You feel the romantic energy of different cultures, landscapes, and people. Love is often found abroad, or during travels, and the act of exploring brings deep emotional and sensory satisfaction. You may be drawn to study subjects that bring you into deeper connection with humanity—such as art, culture, spirituality, philosophy, or law. In a way, love itself can feel foreign, and the best relationships might come with an element of adventure or distance. You might express your love through spiritual teachings or find beauty in transcendent experiences. Venus here brings love and beauty to parenting. You may instill your children with values of compassion, beauty, and grace, and love to see them explore the world with wonder. You may have trouble aligning your career with your higher values, or you may feel stagnant if the work you do doesn’t feel beautiful or aligned with your soul’s purpose.

Mars in 9th house-There’s a restlessness in your soul that craves movement, physical challenges, and the adrenaline that comes with discovering new places.Your mind is active, and you approach studies with passion and drive, often wanting to be at the top in whatever field you choose. You’re not afraid to question authority or fight for what you believe in, especially if it aligns with your moral compass. You’re not afraid of diving headfirst into new cultures, and you may feel compelled to change things wherever you go—whether it’s through activism, teaching, or cultural exchange.You might want your children to be brave and adventurous, encouraging them to fight for their beliefs and pursue their passions. You may fall in love with someone who pushes your mental and physical boundaries, and you want a partner who shares your passionate approach to life. Because this house is also ruled by End of Life of Opposite-Sex Aunts/Uncles- Their death might push you to question your own philosophies and your approach to life’s challenges, prompting a period of action-oriented change in how you see the world. In ancient military astrology, it could indicate wars in distant lands or someone who travels to conquer or convert.

Jupiter in 9th house- it brings a blessing of expansive energy, adventure, wisdom, and growth. Jupiter is the planet of luck, expansion, higher learning, and spiritual growth. You’re likely to feel a deep sense of fulfillment when you journey to far-off lands, especially when those travels involve learning or connecting with new cultures. You may also be naturally inclined to make friends and mentors abroad. You may feel a deep need to study or teach these subjects throughout your life, and your path may lead to academic success or a career involving teaching or spiritual guidance. This placement often inspires a lifelong search for meaning and a desire to share wisdom with others. Your relationships are likely to be transformative, enlightening, and based on shared beliefs or a sense of adventure. End of Life of Opposite-Sex Aunts/Uncles- You may view their passing as a rite of passage that opens the door to new insights and understanding of life and death.

Saturn in 9th house- it’s about seeking something meaningful, whether it’s through work, learning, or personal growth. Travels may feel restricted or difficult at times, but they often bring profound life lessons. You may also have a fear of flying, foreign countries, unknown things. You may have problems believing in something in life, you may often lose meaning, hope. Spiritually, this is the placement of the pilgrim, the one who doesn’t find God or truth easily. You likely take your spiritual life seriously, dedicating time and energy to creating a solid foundation for your beliefs and practices. Throughout life, you can gain a lot of wisdom from older people. Your father can often be an inspiration for your will to live. At some point, you can also live apart from him. The loss of an opposite-sex aunt or uncle could bring a sense of duty or a reality check, sparking an introspective period of maturity and growth. In medieval astrology, Saturn in the 9th marked a person who gained wisdom late in life, through hardship or withdrawal from the world.

Uranus in 9th house-You’re the type to book a last-minute flight or find yourself on life-changing trips that weren’t planned. You’re not one to follow a conventional academic path. Uranus here makes you question systems—you might rebel against traditional education or invent your own unique way of learning. You might feel more at home abroad than where you were born. Uranus in the 9th can bring a strong attraction to foreign cultures, especially if they’re radically different from your own. Uranus may awaken psychic gifts suddenly, often in shocking or life-altering ways. Your psychic insights may come as flashes of intuition, prophetic dreams, or downloads during chaos or crisis. You may raise children with unconventional methods, encourage them to think independently, or have a child who transforms your worldview. Relationships may be unusual, free-spirited, and based on shared philosophical or spiritual views. Traditional love roles might not suit you.

Neptune in 9th house- this placement weaves fantasy, intuition, and idealism into the realms of philosophy, higher education, foreign lands, and spiritual expansion. You're drawn to places that hold mystery, sacredness, or beauty—and may even feel a past-life connection to certain lands. You're more likely to explore mysticism, metaphysics, poetry, astrology, or spiritual psychology. You might fall in love with faraway cultures. You may experience powerful visions, dreams, or awakenings. But beware of spiritual escapism—idealizing gurus, or getting lost in illusion. Your path is to trust your own soul’s compass. Spiritual gain for you comes from surrender, sensitivity, and connection to Source. You may be a natural healer, artist, or spiritual guide. You dream of soulmates. Love for you is spiritual, transcendent, even karmic. But beware of illusion or martyrdom—falling in love with potential, not reality.

Pluto in 9th house -often portends transformative travels. The individual may journey to foreign lands under intense or dramatic circumstances. Travel may change you at a soul level, leaving you forever altered. You may study forbidden texts, alchemy, or the mysteries of life and death. In classical astrology, this would be considered someone who might abandon the faith of their fathers to pursue an inner, darker truth. This placement denotes one who seeks depth over comfort. Pluto gives you an aura of mystic authority when speaking about deeper truths. You might feel like a lone wolf in your beliefs, but others can be magnetized by your depth. n some charts, Pluto here gives a ruthless hunger for justice—you may be drawn to uncover corruption in law, education, or religious institutions. You could be a reformer, a lawyer with a cause, or a whistleblower who reveals what others fear to confront. The soul yearns not for light, but for truth at any cost. Your spiritual path is not always peaceful—it is alchemical. Love may involve intense bonds, power dynamics, or karmic debts.

Chiron in 9th house-you may find that journeys to distant lands are marked by a sense of displacement, loss, or existential longing. In ancient terms, this could be the wandering philosopher, the one who never finds true belonging in any nation. Perhaps you once followed a path of faith or philosophy that betrayed or disappointed you. Foreign lands may present both healing and pain. You may feel like an outsider abroad, or experience trauma far from home. Yet, in these places, you may also find mentors, healers, or new philosophies that gently mend what was broken. You may have struggled to feel seen by the heavens. Yet over time, through suffering and humility, you become a teacher of wounded wisdom, often guiding others. Pleasure may be tinged with complexity here. As a parent, you may feel you cannot guide your children’s beliefs or journeys as you wished. Yet there is beauty here, too—a gentleness born from deep understanding, and a love that can hold others through your own trials. You may witness your child fall in love with someone from another world—culturally, spiritually, or geographically—and struggle to navigate these differences. These experiences may mirror the your own unhealed longings. Chiron in the 9th marks the wounded philosopher, the broken arrow of Apollo, ever searching for divine meaning in a fractured world. They teach not through perfection, but by their scars. Their pain becomes a lantern, lighting the way for those still lost in the dark.

-Rebekah🌅🥥🥑

[alwayzadorbs]

Obey me! Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons of things that weren't addressed/were rushed through or things from the game I wish were in there. Also includes headcanons I created or enjoyed from other authors.

Rating: horror, hurt, comfort, mature

Warnings: This fic contains spoilers for the entire original Obey me! campaign, one mention of Nightbringer. This fic is SFW but contains violence. Cryptids are mentioned and gone in depth aboout

It takes all seven packs to regain your human form, residing in your sheep form until you make the last pack with Lucifer. We all know that Mc only wears a little tie in their sheep form, so it's debatable that they'll be wearing clothing when they regain their humanity.

mc either has a curse or a divine blessing(you get to choose, yay!) due to their ancestry. This decides your overall luck and life path; to be cursed is to suffer, and to be blessed is to suffer. Both paths will lead you to the same outcome. Your actions in the human world decide your fate, though you won't ever make it to heaven. Your ties to the underworld will always land you in hell; God is not a fair being. Humans are inherently sinful beings; This, of course, is because Eve ate the apple.

The ring of light is burned into your skin; it must permanently stay attached to you to hold your power back from disrupting the three realms; if it comes off, the hole ripped in the universe will only continue to grow.

You have physical marks to show your pact, and the area they reside in is decided upon by the demon you've made a pact with. When you feel the effects of a sin, such as pride upon praise, the pact mark will begin to burn or ache. Depending on the location and which demon the pact belongs to, the pain will be different. ranging from a sharp stabbing pain to the feeling of somebody cutting across your skin with a rusted blade. in addition to that, when you are wrapped up in sin, the brother who it belongs to will know that you are feeling their sin.

You would be immediately suspicious of Belphie when meeting him in the attic. He clearly is no human, and Lucifer's behavior around the door contributed to your suspicions. You were wary over the situation in the attic, unsure if Belphegor genuinely was a human. Discovering the photo of Belphie with Beel, you thought about leaving him in the attic, but after seeing how his absence affected Beel, you resolved to reconnect them.

Mc has trouble ingesting the Demonic foods served to them, often feeling sick after eating or being afflicted with food poisoning.

About lesson 16, it would've taken much more time for MC to get acquainted with Belphie and even more to genuinely feel safe alone with him. Mc fully understands Belphie's actions and the reasons behind the attack, but that doesn't stop them from feeling afraid of Belphie. Mc would have nightmares for quite a while, the hatred he had for them ingraved in their mind.

Mc probably gets made fun of or ridiculed to an extent by outsider demons, detested for being a human, or the center of a jealous tangent. During your first few weeks at RAD, you would be unable to escape the whispers and eyes behind your back.

Devildom days are much longer than human world days, spanning to about 48 hours. At first, you can hardly find a way to function, barely staying awake in class and passing out on the couch after school. You'd drink energy drinks and hellish coffee to boost your performance, but every day, you'd drop your bookbag and fall face-first onto the couch.

The weather is quite extreme down below. The devildom is separate from the seven rings of hell, where hellfire burns brightly. In the Devildom it's actually quite cold, hence the need for multiple layers.

Mcs memory was lost apon travelling to the Devildom, later when they regain their memories through a painstakingly long year their personality undergoes a change.

The brothers are pretty clueless about human biology, being unsure if a bloody nose will kill MC. They could kill you if they were just rough enough, so it makes sense why they see you as more delicate than you actually are. To the boys, you're just a little lamb that needs a shepherd. The bare reality is that you are a very capable sorcerer; you can defend yourself in a situation where you're attacked by a demon or even a human.

Throughout the entire campaign, Solomon has been teaching you magic. By the end of the school year, when you're supposed to return to the human realm, you have amassed quite the power as well as the skill of utilizing that power. You can summon the boys, draw out their power to use as your own, summon magical weapons, cast spells, inflict blessings and curses, summon and cast without chanting, and use magic in other ways.

The brothers are well-versed in Devildom and celestial history but are fairly uneducated about human history and achievements. They're often surprised when you speak of major historical events in the human world. When they learned of the bible, they were extremely curious of human interpretation. They would say humans "got it wrong" when referring to some events, laughing at some of the mistranslations.

Cryptids and folklore monsters typically exist, having passage from the Devildom directly into the human world. Some cyptids are lost in stories, their figures being misconstrewed or evolved over the years of a retold story. These beasts are often different than how they were depicted in human media; for example, wendigos are not some lanky creature with a deer skull, that is fiction. Wendigos are the manifestation of a loss of humanity. Native Americans more accurately depict the creature as an emaciated corpse-like monster. It bears sucken eyes, its ribs protrude, it seems to be human but behaves exclusively like an animal, and their skin takes on a frost-bitten state. Wendigos are creatures that were once human, tainted by their hunger for survival, the cause of this state is the devouring of human flesh. Many other cryptids, such as wolfmen or humanoid creatures, are a reality for denizens.

After they've gone back to the human realm, Mc is stalked by multiple demonic entities. A human being in hell is unheard of, especially if they're still alive, which creates a large target on your back. Your life as you know it will never be the same,

Authors note; if you wish to see any of these topics in a full fledged fic or in more depth, let me know.

[songs-of-the-east]

Girl wearing the folk costume of the forest-dwelling inhabitants of Puszcza Biała, Kurpie, Poland.

Unlike surrounding areas of Mazovia and Poland in general, inhabitants of the Kurpie lands were freemen, and not bound to the serfdom that afflicted most of the regions people until the late 19th century.

[cosmica-galaxy]

=Survival and Servitude= Cookie Run x Giant!Human!Reader

Part: 2

Genre: General

Warnings: Little Blood/Injury

Word Count: 3,ooo (3K)

The Cookie Kingdom was a cacophony of worry, confusion, intrigue, and fear as the resident cookies went about their day upon the arrival of a very familiar airship.

The airship parks in the designated landing area of the kingdom, the ship itself radiating with familiar yellow, blue, and waffle pattern accents. On board the said-airship were a few sugar gnomes and the pilot. However, the most important cookie on the airship was dressed in a large waffle-like headpiece, golden robes, a robe with chocolate-like drippings, blonde hair, a closed-eyed warm expression, and a brooch that glittered with the power of his blue souljam. Yet, his expression quickly turns to worry once the Ancient cookie steps off of the airship to see the Cookie Kingdom residents on edge by some unknown cause. What could be causing the residents of the Cookie Kingdom to be so tense…? “Pure Vanilla cookie! You got my letter!” A familiar voice calls out and the ancient changes his expression to a more pleasant one as Gingerbrave and Wizard cookie hurry up to the landing pad to greet their cookie friend. “Gingerbrave! How nice it is to see you!” Pure Vanilla cookie says with a beaming smile. “And yes, I received your letter. You said that your kingdom has a major issue and that you all need my aid as soon as possible…” Vanilla takes a quick look back to the various citizens that look like they are on edge as they hurry from one place to another. “Seeing how your citizens seem to be stressed, I can only imagine what you all may be dealing with to cause such a wide-spread sense of tension…” He tilts his head curiously.

“However, what sort of issue is afflicting the entire kingdom that requires my healing? I figured you would need something more along the line of advice or knowledge…is there a blight or some other form of contagion that is spreading in the populace or…?” “I…well, you see. Yeah! We, uh, do have an issue. A pretty big one, actually.” Gingerbrave slightly admits, rubbing the back of his head. “Oh, definitely. You won’t believe what he has gotten this kingdom involved with, Pure Vanilla Cookie.” Wizard cookie states in an exhausted manner. Pure Vanilla could only look on in growing worry as Gingerbrave flinches slightly at Wizard Cookie’s comment. “What do you mean…?” Pure Vanilla simply mutters in befuddlement. Gingerbrave can only sigh out of exasperation at the unknown cause of his grief.

“It’s probably best just to show you, Pure Vanilla. Follow me!” Gingerbrave exclaims and the cookie begins to make his way off towards a part of the kingdom that wasn’t too far away, Wizard cookie and Pure Vanilla in tow.

Pure Vanilla could only reflect on Gingerbrave’s strange behavior internally. Wondering what has gotten this Kingdom so riled up that a sense of anticipation constantly hung in the air. It was thick and heavy…almost suffocating. Yet, he follows Gingerbrave unhindered as Wizard cookie walks with the two as well, Strawberry Cookie not being around currently to say ‘hello’ to the Ancient sadly. He was expecting to be taken to a hospital or some other place of healing…not a large airship hangar. In fact, this building seemed to be used for the large croissant ships that were primarily used for expeditions…why here? “Uhh…are you sure we are at the right place, Gingerbrave? I doubt my healing can do much here…?” Pure Vanilla questions, obviously confused. “It’s not a machine or anything, Pure Vanilla.” Wizard cookie speaks up, pointing at the building with his staff. “What needs healing is INSIDE this building.” He clarifies. “Oh..?” “Y-Yeah…just…don’t freak out, okay?” Gingerbrave states before opening the cookie-sized door in the front and going inside, and Wizard cookie cautiously follows after him. Now, that made Pure Vanilla pause for a moment in the doorway to the hangar.

It’s inside…this large building…? What could possibly be within this place that Gingerbrave urgently needed Pure Vanilla to come out specifically for his healing prowess? In fact, Pure Vanilla could tell that something was rather amiss about this building the moment he approached it. 

Why were there so many of the kingdom’s guards everywhere around it…? Was it a large cake monster? A group of vagabonds? Maybe it was something that hasn’t been discovered before out here in the wilds? Whatever it was, it may be dangerous…or it may have some serious injuries if Gingerbrave reached out to him personally for his skills. Still, he grew curious.

What could be in there that could possibly break his calm composure…or as Gingerbrave put it–”freak out”?

Without another moment of hesitation, he walks into the hangar, and suddenly stops in place. He finds himself frozen to the spot the moment his eyes make contact with the creature in question and he finally processes what was hidden within such a large building.

A human.

Gingerbrave and Wizard cookie were currently standing near the being, who appeared to be unconscious, and observing it from the safety of the railings and catwalks that line the hangar’s interior. “G-Gingerbrave?!” Pure Vanilla states with a slight tremble in his voice. “Is that what I think it is…?” He says, slowly approaching the railing with caution. The creature rests peacefully. Completely undisturbed as it lays curled up on the hardened sugar floor of the hangar. “Haha…surprise!” Gingerbrave weakly jokes, sticking out his candy cane with false enthusiastic pizazz. Pure Vanilla can barely process what he was witnessing and could only stand on the catwalk in silent awe. For a moment, he was stunned and just...intrigued, in an odd way. Yet, he turns to Gingerbrave and Wizard cookie–wanting to do something or say anything. But the only word that managed to slip by his toothcing was a single question, “how?”. “Gingerbrave–” Wizard Cookie asserts, pointing his staff at the cookie in question. “--Decided that we should take this thing into the kingdom to try and make it better.” “Is that true, Gingerbrave?” “I…well…” Gingerbrave holds one of his arms nervously. “It’s a bit of a long story, Pure Vanilla Cookie.” Gingerbrave begins, “You see…last night, everyone felt this MASSIVE earthquake at around midnight and it really startled all the citizens in the kingdom! During the night, we told everyone that Strawberry, Wizard, and I would go out to investigate the possible cause!” Gingerbrave explains. “So, we found nothing near the Kingdom for the entire morning. Then, we branched out towards Dragon Hill and found large craters in the ground and a messy trail of broken trees! At the end of the trail…we found them.” Gingerbrave continues. “And then this doughbrain decides it would be a good idea to approach it!” Wizard Cookie cuts in. “He could’ve gotten hurt…or worse! Eaten!!” “Hey! They were unconscious!” “Doesn’t mean that they won’t wake up at some point!” “Alright, alright!” Pure Vanilla waves his hand gently, trying to calm the two cookies. “I can understand that you are pretty brave for a cookie Gingerbrave…but I thought even you were terrified of the witches?” Gingerbrave flinches again. “I…well…I am. I still am! But, Pure Vanilla…I don’t think this is a witch. They aren’t dressed like one and they look different!” Gingerbrave confesses. “I just…I can feel that they’re different. Though, I can’t really explain why…”

“Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that this is all off a gut feeling that Gingerbrave has. Yeah. This whole idea? His gut’s doing.” Wizard goads, but he is quietly hushed by Pure Vanilla. “But, why bring it to the kingdom?? You know that there are obvious concerns with their…habits. Are you not worried?” Pure Vanilla questions, his face reading sincere concern. “I know…I know.” Gingerbrave muses. “But…what else am I supposed to do? Leave them there to bleed out in the forest?” This takes Pure Vanilla aback. “Bleeding…?” He says in an aghast tone. “It’s injured…?” “Yes. But…none of our healers are experienced with such…well…creatures. Some even outright refused because they believed that it would awaken and eat them…” Gingerbrave said in a sorrowful tone. “We only managed to buy enough time for your arrival. I don’t know if the wounds have gotten better or worse…but it has been sleeping for a long time. It hasn’t even stirred or woken up at all in two days.” He continues. “A good or a bad thing depending on who you ask.” Wizard Cookie snarkily comments. Pure Vanilla seems to be pondering deeply about something. “That’s why I reached out to you. I couldn’t think of a better healer with a strong sense of empathy than you…” Gingerbrave admits. “So…do you think you would be able to help them…?” Pure Vanilla finally looks away from Gingerbrave to stare at the large slumbering being before him. Yes. He knows the witches species well…but never well enough.  Most of what he knew about humanity was their very powerful magic, their ties into creating the world of Earthbread, and their…horrific habits of eating cookies, and yet they were also the creators of his soul jam.

His mismatched eyes scan over their body and he could already see the pooling of redness that was beginning to spread on the hardened sugar floors. If this kept up…they would surely die. He sits there for a moment longer in silence. Trying to balance his own cookie instincts to turn away and flee and his compassionate nature to give healing to the injured…no matter the being nor the size. 

If he allowed the human to die, what would he think of himself? Healers are supposed to heal. Yet…what if Gingerbrave is wrong and this IS a witch? 

But even he knew, as an ancient cookie who has lived a long life, that even the witches served a purpose for cookiekind. 

Despite their appetites for cookies, some witches hold elements or forces in balance for Earthbread. If a witch were to die and there was no master for those forces anymore…what chaos would that bring unto Earthbread? Better yet…another more important question would be to find out what happened to this human. 

Who on Earthbread would dare commit such heresy as to attack and attempt to kill a witch? He has a very ominous feeling at the thought that some cookie was out there attempting to take down the witches and doom Earthbread itself.

Just like Dark Enchantress Cookie…maybe it was Dark Enchantress Cookie…?

This isn’t good. He needed to act quickly.

“Uh…hello?? Earthbread to Pure Vanilla! Are you there?” Wizard cookie could be heard saying from his side, which startled him out of his deep thoughts.

“Oh! My apologies…I was just contemplating things. But…yes. I will help heal them.” Pure Vanilla nods, to which Gingerbrave’s eyes lit up and Wizard cookie just lets out a defeated sigh.

“Oh! Thank you so much, Pure Vanilla Cookie!! I knew I could count on you! Here! Follow me down there! I’ll show you where they need the most attention!” Gingerbrave says, opening a sugar-metal gate next to him and descending the flight of stairs to get on the ground. “Pure Vanilla…are you sure you know what you are doing?” The Wizard can’t help but ask as he follows the ancient cookie down the stairwell. The holder of the light of truth could only let out a sigh. “It may be hard to believe, but even the witches help to uphold order and to prevent chaos in Earthbread, Wizard Cookie. My fear of the chaos that will erupt in the absence of one of the witches is far greater than the risk of being eaten by one.” Pure Vanilla Cookie admits.  “In truthfulness, my fear of those two things is even lesser than what I truly am concerned about. What I fear more than either of those things…is who decided to attempt to eliminate one of the witches, or humans, that may or may not oversee certain aspects of Earthbread. ” Pure Vanilla Cookie continues.

“Even worse…what if this wasn’t the first one to fall? If this attempt on their life had succeeded and they were killed by their mysterious assailant–then nobody would have any idea that our world is currently unraveling as we speak.” Pure Vanilla Cookie states seriously.

“This is a matter I must bring up to the other ancient heroes in a council as soon as I am able to.”

Wizard cookie doesn’t say anything else, as he and Pure Vanilla approach the spot where Gingerbrave was eagerly jumping up and down to get their attention.

“Here! The worst of the wounds are here!” Gingerbrave points with his candy cane up at the creature, where Vanilla could only guess was the creature’s side, and he could see three long crevices cut into the…dough(?). Though, there were numerous cotton fluff gauze bandages trying to cover the wounds, yet it wasn’t helping much.

Wordlessly, Pure Vanilla begins to examine the wound site.

The more he looked, the more he could see the jam(?) slowly drip out of the wounds in slow moving rivers. He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the strange taste of metal in the air, and he prepares to get to work.

He has never healed a creature of this size before….let alone one with such different anatomy. So, he can only hope that his magic is strong enough to penetrate through the…dough(?) of the human.

His hands begin to glow with a bright golden light and he gets to work.

In a way…it was fascinating to watch his magic flow into the creature when he touched them.

Their soft dough(?) took his magic easily and the irritated wounds slowly began to stitch themselves closed. He watches with awe as the torn dough(?) slowly comes back together, like the sail of a large ship slowly repairing itself and undoing the damage that was done to it.

The larger of the wounds slowly and steadily closed and the smaller wounds nearby seemed to vanish seamlessly into nothing. Leaving behind a perfectly healed layer of dough(?). The rivers of jam(?) stopped flowing out of the human’s body and Pure Vanilla took the opportunity to pull away and gasp for breath.

This…was taking a lot more magic than he anticipated.  Still…it was fascinating to finally touch such a legendary fabled creature that wasn’t intent on devouring you. In fact, their race was more squishier than he expected them to be…it was nice in a strange way.

“Are you okay, Pure Vanilla? You look exhausted…” Gingerbrave worriedly asks, watching as the ancient tries to gain his breath back.

“I am…okay. It’s just taking more…magic than I anticipated.” He pants. “But, I will not falter! I need to stop the wounds from bleeding so they can…ah…start recovering.” He gasps.

“Wow…you’re right! We need to keep going! I’ll show you the other side. There’s some pretty nasty wounds in their dough over there as well.” Gingerbrave says, walking with Pure Vanilla and Wizard Cookie.

However, as they pass the front of the sleeping giant again, something metallic catches the gaze of the passing ancient.

“Gingerbrave…” He suddenly asks. “What is that device on their wrist?” Pure Vanilla questions, looking at the ominous object with a look of concern.

“Oh, that? We…don’t really know. They had it on them when we found them! We had some arcane cookies look at it before you arrived and–”

“It’s in a language we can’t understand!” Wizard Cookie interrupts. “Apparently, it’s some form of magic artifact that is apparently a part of some incantation…but we can’t decipher the runes that were used…” He explains.

“Hmm…allow me” Pure Vanilla offers.

Then, Pure Vanilla Cookie approaches where the shackle remains attached, taking in the silvery glint that was polished to near perfection. The glowing red writing on the cuff glows ominously at his approach and he leans in just enough to slowly make out the writing.

He knows these words…no. He remembers this language.

This new revelation sends a chill down his spine when the familiar writings bring about his old memories of White Lily and his years of being at the blueberry academy…and those forbidden textbooks.

“Do you know what it is…?” Wizard cookie inquires.

“This…is dark moon magic.” 

“WHAT!?” Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie bellow out simultaneously. “It’s dark moon magic.” Pure Vanilla repeats. “More specifically, a shackling incantation. This is typically used to ‘shackle’ creatures into forced servitude. It is a powerful incantation that can only be broken by the one who imprisons the victim and the victims of the curse are granted very little will of their own…if any at all.” He continues. “I’m starting to think of something much worse than simple attempted murder...” Pure Vanilla admits, touching the shackle and feeling the familiar dark magic swirling within the moonstone. “I have a feeling that these injuries were inflicted upon this human during a struggle. They must have resisted the placement of the second shackle, hence why there is only one…” “Then…that means…?” Gingerbrave mutters out, completely missing how Wizard Cookie’s single eye suddenly gets very wide. “Yes…some cookie may not be out to kill the witches…but to control them. To force them to do their own bidding.” Pure Vanilla says, standing up and facing towards Gingerbrave. “Gingerbrave, this situation is more dire than I could have ever predicted…and I thank you for showing such compassion to such a large creature. This is news I have to give to the other heroes as soon as possible.” “G-G-G-Guys…” “Aww! Thank you so much! But I was only doing the right thing, Pure Vanilla cookie!” “G-G-Gu-Guys…!” “Come. Let's finish healing up their wounds–” “GUYS!!!!” Wizard Cookie practically screams, which gains the other cookie’s attention very quickly. “What is it?! What happened, Wizard Cookie!!?” Gingerbrave shouts while looking towards his friend, who was suddenly standing pretty far back and trembling uncontrollably. “L…Look….L-Look behind…” Wizard Cookie stutters out while he shakes. “Look…? Look–” Pure Vanilla starts. But both Gingerbrave and Pure Vanilla suddenly fall still and silent when the feeling of a strong puff of warm air brushes by the both of them. Both cookies suddenly begin to slowly turn back around to face the source… They both could only stare in horror as the sleeping expression of the giant was now replaced with a large pair of eyes that were staring down at them all. The giant has awakened.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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